"chumps" poems
Me be 'avin a good time enjoyin' me boombastic trailer park home.
Den a tornado of Reggae come rollin' down da road.
Reggae Kids with a Reggae attitude.
Hooligans with a passion. My passion.
Reggae
Da flurry of rastafarianism be tearin' up the houses.
Destroyin' mailboxes as dey 'proach me home.
Den, like lightnin' they be in front of me.
We like you, Reggae Reggie
They say
But we be as poor as a washed up Island Boy
I fear for my safety
So we gonna have to rob you
Me pull out a gun n shoot the kids.
Fuck'n chumps tink dey can rob me.
No way Jose.
**** You, bad boys*
Life went on.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
"You're so beautiful,"
says
Mr. You-Deserve-Better.
His friend,
Joe I-Can-Be-Different,
nods in agreement.
I'm just Miss Single-20-Something
searching for companionship
finding nothing
but the company
of every one-track-minder
in the Greater Portland Area.
I've been promised the moon,
stars,
a few planets here
or there.
Receiving just grunted approvals
from two-pump chumps
with over-active sweat glands.
So excuse the skepticism
clouding my judgement
as I roll all man kind
into one conclusion:
You all bark like dogs.
If he acts like one,
and smells like one,
I'd say Bingo
is his
name-o.
Just save it.
This Jenny has been around the block.
Your flowers will die.
Your chocolates will go to my hips.
For now,
your name is Mud,
and you can call me Miss Independent.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
Anyone can laud a sunny day
And lavish it with praise.
It's such an easy proposition
Amid warmth and golden rays.
But it is, I'd say, a refinéd taste,
When a day dawns bleak and grey,
To find some joy in heavy clouds
That bubble-wrap your day.
And even given pouring rain
That many see as vile
The drum of raindrops on the roof
Can bring to some a smile.
A wailing wintry driving blizzard?
Seems to most so rotten.
Yet for me I get a thrill
From a landscape wrapped in cotton.
Now a slush-and-sleet-filled day in March
Is a horrible kind of weather
I fear it seems to void my thesis
And brings to no one pleasure.
It erodes the city's state-of-mind
Optimism is diminished
Everyone is in a huff
And wants it to be finished.
Oh, for a bright day in July
With no one feeling huffy,
The golden sun to rule the sky
and clouds so big and fluffy.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
They fight and die for our
FREEDOM.
F-R-E-E four letters forming a song.
FREEDOM
D-O-M- ination.
Yes, it is a war.
Free against Dom.
In case you haven’t noticed the dove with broken wings;
********** is winning.
********** is killing.
********** is stealing our sons and sisters.
It is taking away our choice.
It is deciding who we can love.
Why be unique if conformity is dominating?
If going with the majority is fiting in,
Is being yourself fitting out?
What gives us the right to size anyone up?
Does my shirt tell you about my past?
Does my hair tell you what makes me laugh, or cry?
Our eyes are merely glasses for our hearts.
Some have weak prescriptions.
Originality is becoming the dinosaur
of the 21st century.
Free yourself from the cult of chumps.
Embrace what is different,
Let it D-O-M-inate
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 4:29 PM UTC
You remind me of my cold bitter coffee.
Better yet, my cold bitter coffee reminds me of you.
Once upon a time it was warm.
Like you.
Now, It makes my stomach sick when I sip on the stale sweet leftovers.
And if you didn't catch the pattern, like you.
Still I find myself mindlessly reaching this past hour while sitting in an ambiance ridden coffee shop, listening to other saps who've been suckered into lust, beating out their soft sorrows with melodies in the background.
I bring my cup to my lips, tilt it back, expecting to be infused with a sense of belonging that's no longer there.
I'm searching for you in my coffee cup, but all that's left is ***** looking walls and lipstick stains.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
i was walkin across centrsl park one night when all a suddenly was 75,000 green berets charging
with bayonets flashing in the moonlight screaming "death to da hippie dog jeffrey, death to da hippie dog jeffrey!"
what chumps!
but!!!!!!
i ALMOST felt compassion for them which woulda distracted an thus kilt me
but i overcome
there was a burst a light from inside
an i continued walkin home
lettin them was responsible take it if they chose to
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:24 PM UTC
Every good deed
we've ever performed
throughout the millennia of your lives--
--Even if we made Buddha
& Ghandi appear to be chumps--
*Only leads
to Nirvana;
which is knowing the owner
of a restaurant who takes
50% off the meal.*
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
i stopped in the crosswalk to light a cigarette
then continued on my way down the street
the cars were of no threat to running me over;
they've been still in the streets all day, a traffic
blockade of holiday proportions
and as i stare through every windshield into the
warmth and luxury of the car's interior, I see nothing
but looks of misery, boredom, a sense of stagnant souls
and i began to laugh and smile like it's my ******* birthday
and i smoke my cigarette and become the only thing traveling
down this four way mall highway full of automobiles and people
they roll down their tinted windows and pelt me with their trash,
their negativity, their wasted times, their immobility and weight
and i begin to laugh harder, my smile lines stretching towards heaven.
merry christmas, shoppers!
merry christmas, chumps!
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
This is for those sky high low and ***** media grads of the fate-late noughties,
grasping,
pathetically,
as dreams slip like their youth of yesteryear.
Unpaid, over-laid, saturated with the cum-comedy of their university days.
Then comes the choke and cloak of the next interview,
interview,
interview,
the view into the next room is so beautiful and dazzling after that last ****
so beautiful and dazzling after the next ****
so beautiful and dazzling, please, I swear I'll just have one more ****
Ceremonial drug use,
a testimonial abuse of government aid,
paid to those by the Hair Blair bunch of chumps who screamed the promise of higher education for the lot,
a degree for every adult,
an unpaid job for every graduate.
The clouded confidence stutter of the high as a helicopter, once potential author,
lost in the part-time smog of inner city university town down-and-outers.
Left adrift with no financial spine,
left to pine the disillusionment they now know they felt way before they knew what they've come to do,
and be,
and exist as forever.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
Defrauding the public isn't hard
When you're one of the Trumps.
The president is especially good
At duping his loyal chumps.
So, after Trump fired James Comey,
He fired AG Sessions.
Those two firings were just a part
Of the president's indiscretions.
Next came Matthew Whitaker--
A Donald Trump lackey--
As acting AG, and whose background
Was--let's say--a bit tacky.
Now AG Barr is there
To willingly play his part
And show how he and Trump are both
Connected heart to heart.
Barr's recent appointment has
Very clearly shown
That the president has managed
To get his Roy Cohn.
Keeping Congress from seeing the full
Mueller report, Barr
Acts LESS like a fair AG
And MORE like a czar.
Flouting the rule of law, Trump
And Barr, political hacks,
Can end up doing a lot of damage
Behind Americans' backs.
Now Barr has mentioned the word
"Spying." It never fails
That Trump's appointees tend to go
Completely off the rails.
Making Trump a victim only
Satisfies his base.
Trump and Barr don't care whether
Their actions are a disgrace.
Now the tinfoil-hat group can say
"All the acrimony
Toward Trump is a nasty plot."
What a bunch of baloney!
Our leadership has never been
So chaotic. Never!
Elections, they say, have consequences.
Boy do they ever!
-by Bob B (4-11-19)
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
We are the golden crowd,
You know our **** don't smell
Our every touch is
Midas's defeat.
Our simple breed
Spins for coin
Our cold desire
Plays the rat pack for chumps.
We agree
We are the golden crowd.
Do you feel the weight of our crowns?
We do, when we awaken,
Before we notice
The silk pillow.
Your patent wolf claws
Curl round seductions globe .
We are the golden crowd
You are the silver ambassadors
Of this gilded tomorrow
We are the golden crowd.
Don't you forget that.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
I've never wanted to be the hero
And surely I know
You were never any damsel in distress
So leave saving mankind
To the chumps in tights
We wear leather *****
And no seatbelts when we ride
Take the sands of time
And diamonds in our minds
Slinging silver and silk
In a world we've defined
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Plan on holding my hand
I’d endure the wrath of raspy snake tongues and burning bites so you
Can be a little happier today,
My darling
I’d take on every wild creature with yellow
Eyes
Poison on medusas finger
Inside of my brain
I’d shake and shake
Shake and shake
The sky a vibrating landscape of your
Emptiness and no phone calls back
I’d shake amongst the choreographed reeds
And die
Die for you
My darling
And if it isn’t enough
I’m sorry I made a bad estimate
Of what was in the jar
If it wasn’t enough
I’d find a way underneath the windowsill glued tight with the obstinate no’s and the moons idle hands moth cadavers and fits of frostbite blues
Inside of your room where no sound bold sunflowers pink sundresses the incessant chitter chatter of chastising chumps ever finds it’s way into your abode of sadness my
Darling
I’d brush the rectangular flesh that sits gracefully, sadly, atop your
Handsome cheek
and
I’d kiss you my darling until
Death discovers my sheets cold and
The devil flushes with purple rage
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
I need a job.
To start living, start earning some money, am begging.
Begging you like Madcon
The cv handout goes on, and on.
Like a record that's skipped,
beginning to feel like I've been tricked.
It's not like I wouldn't work hard
I'm willing to work hard for my pay,
willing to work everyday,
willing to earn my way.
I ain't fed on greed,
I only need what I need,
only one mouth to feed.
I'll even work on my knees
scrub till my fingers bleed
I'm like a seed sprouting, roots up routing, with stem as long as my sadness has resided.
Pent up emotion continuing to grow.
As the roots begin to take hold below.
Take hold of my tongue and its words, my heart and its love, and my lungs and its breath.
Got Nothing left; to push through to the surface beginning to feel its all worthless
What's the point here?!
I'm stumped.
"I JUST NEED A JOB YOU... Chumps"
Feel like I should take a jump.
Not a jump of suicidal intention, just a jump for attention
Attention for a life to begin.
For a business to take me in
give me the experience I lack.
In return I'll give back: hardwork, effort and sweat.
Which will help me to show that I'm able to grow.
And I deserve to leap out
from this pit,
trudging in ****
From the depths of this dirt and weeds
where it all began as a seed.
A seed, a thought, a prognosis.
So now it's my time to show this;
Show what I've got on the surface.
Show that I am not worthless.
Show from a seed I have grown.
Show that I deserve a home.
A place to call my own.
Then once I am there I will know...
How?
I'll have blossomed
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Ref blows whistle: (Full Time Out)
Me-
My man curled, screen, then tried to do a slip.
Size you in, and hit you really good in your lips.
No calls guaranteed, from these wack funky referees.
I’m ready to turn up on the court, bro, down with me?
Juice-
Hell yeah my guy! ****** off and attitude kinda tight.
What a mess, Aye, Zay let’s put these boys to rest.
Me-
Straight facts! Next play they’re running flat.
The next time he do that, we’ll lay him on his back.
Time to respond. I'll get the ball, hit a crossover, and pass it through.
Hit your shimmy dance, shoot and move, shoot and move.
Juice-
***** you ain’t got to say -ish!
I been ballin’ since 5th grade with the same tricks!
With the ball gripped, and a fake little drive.
Average 14p-10r-5a + an OG can still fly.
Just observe, I’m about to send these boy my regards.
Have the crowd singing, “Oh my Lord!”
Me-
Bet fam, love your crazy attitude!
We gone gang up on these rookies and beat them by 62!
Abuse them, with the upmost tempo vicious.
Dunk, score, scream and shout make them feel like quitting.
On Defense, guard #2 the short chubby dude.
I’ll guard #32 that look like a raccoon.
Go man to man with the little peasants.
When it’s all said and done, give these fools zero leg room exits.
Juice-
I'm dunking on chumps like O’Neal , offense-defense real!
Got ice in my veins from the thrill when I block and steal!
These little boys can’t stop me for -ish!
With my corner 3-pt nasty wet jumper, they gone have to recover.
Yup, make them suffer. We dangerous!
Whole team will lose confidence dawg, big trust!
Now let’s just chill, relax, stay focus no relapse,
watch our backs, but aye fam… where the ball at?
Ref blows whistle: (Ball in!)
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
Days upon weeks of weak and dismay.
Clocked upon the hour the nights turned sour.
In Alarm and outspoken, It tears through the curtain.
We leave amongst ourselves, while they plead for help. To
Stand is to grow, to truly understand, no one may never know.
If all could be trusted and loyal, we may never have ended so low.
This I know, find something that you can’t let go. Under all
Costs find something that could never be taken or lost, we must.
Feelings at a loss when encouraged by the jaws, and squawks.
Eyes that stock only to be forgot.
We’ve forgot, what it is that makes our heart pump. In a slump of
Blinded chumps. What have we become?
Our day is up nothing left to disrupt.
Minds of slumber, taking action undercover. What else to conquer?
We’ve drove out the “other”, what else to discover? Hmm I wonder?
Butchered to be ordered, a revolution, we cannot afford. Tally up the
Score, for them to ignore.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
So Are You A Conformer...
Or A... Gangster Shot Caller... ?
Or The Type of Fast Talker...
Whose Talk Walks With Porters...
Or In Other Words Those...
Who Serve Those On Thrones...
And DON'T Walk The Walk...
of... All Their BIG Talk... !?!
Cos' It’s Clear Now That MANY...
Like To Talk Like Their Ready...
To Make Things Unsteady...
When It Comes To Our Lives...
And These Leaders Who Lie...
And Leave People Downsized...
So Of Course Run Their Gums...
About Being... " TOUGH "...
And How They'’ll Stand Up...
To Modern Systems...
... Until Money Comes... ?!?
And Then They CONFORM...
To... Walking The Walk...
of Clowning Like MORK... !?!
Or Souls Who’ve Been BOUGHT... !!!
Now I’m NOT Gonna Lie...
l’ve Conformed In My Life...
Simply To Survive...
But NOT To Make Money...
To Live Life... CORRUPTLY...
Cos' People Act Funny...
To Run With The Chumps...
Who Run Governments...
As Well As The Punks...
Within... Entertainment... !!!
Who Conform To Do Stuff...
That Clearly Corrupts...
Just Like Our Leaders...
And The Money They Love... !!!
A Thing That Makes Some...
Embrace Taking Drugs...
And Forsake What They CLAIM...
To Behave Like A Stray...
Whose Veered Off The Straight...
To Bend Like Chicanes...
And Start To Act Strange... !?!
It’s The Way of Today...
CONFORMING Away...
To New Gender Ways...
And This New Virus Strain...
That’s Caused Many Pain...
And Forced Us To Play...
The Masking Up Game... !?!
And YES I Mean ME...
Conforming To Please...
But Mainly To FEED...
And Avoid These Police...
And Having To Pay...
A Fine Or Face Jail... !!!
Because OBVIOUSLY...
I’d Rather Be FREE...
Than Face Life In Prison...
And Being Conditioned...
By Those Who ARE Villains... !!!
So CERTAIN Conformers...
Should Cut Their Talk Shorter...
Instead of Make CLAIMS...
That REBELLIOUS Ways...
Seem To Get Locked Away...
When THEY Are The Ones...
Who’ve Let Money Become...
What CONTROLS How They Live...
So Are Quick To Submit...
To New Age Politricks’...
That Shut Down Businesses... !!!
That Right Just Like THEIRS...
Because They’ve Conformed...
To Levels of Thought...
Where Cash Is The Source...
of Talk That They Court...
That Helps Them Breathe Air... ?!?
CONFORMING To Think...
In Ways That Are Linked...
To Something That STINKS... !!!
That’s RIGHT CONFORMISTS...
Who Are Clearly TOO QUICK...
To Start RUNNING THEIR LIPS... !!!
Like A Fast Mouthed Dumb Kid...
Who Cannot Raise A Fist...
Just Like John Carlos Did... !!!
A TRUE NON-Conformist... !!!
Now I’m NOTHING Like Him... !!!
But I THINK And RESIST...
Conforming Through Scripts...
And Poems I Bring...
Cos’ I’m NOT A Performer...
A Big Money Baller...
Or Gangster Shot Caller... !!!
But I Am A STRAIGHT Talker...
Whose Really NOT DOWN With...
All These NEW AGE...
..... “ Conformers “.....
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:01 PM UTC
You may make fun of me,
Not knowing who I really am.
But that won't change who I'll be,
Because frankly I don't give a ****
A damn about all the jokes,
A **** about being left alone,
A **** about all the hoax,
About all the sticks and stones.
So as much as you're gonna try,
To get me down in the dumps,
You know what will get me by?
Knowing that I'm better than you chumps.
So go ahead and make yourselves,
Fell better by making fun.
And when some of you end up cleaning dishes,
I'll be number one.
I have my faults and you,
Definitely have yours too.
If you feel better picking on mine,
Then best of luck to you.
Because frankly I don't give a ****
A **** about the jokes,
I don't really give a **** about being left alone,
About all the hoax or sticks and stone.
I'll be number one honeys,
Then you will finally see,
The one you thought was funny,
Is better than all of you can be.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
all chumps and chimpanzees gathered
round the fire roasting rotten meat
we are our ancestors no new species
evolutionary hubris we still drag
clubbed mongoloid feet
bashing out sabre tooth wisdom
on rocks in our pathetic
primordial little caves
hidden in these layers of abstraction
the alpha males still ****** the world
but now with bombs and jet planes
banks and bankers and atms and credit
thinking why bother but to get ******
i take tiger over sniveling banker or
manager who wont hire for
i lick not his bootheels
nor crawl up his
gaping ***
wound
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
I want to write a poem, but I forgot how,
or rather, I've never known how and I'm just finding out now
I don't want to write a book, because I don't need many words to express my feelings,
but mainly because it's too hard to write one.
I only eat at real restaurants, not fast-food ones like McDonald's or other chumps
because I don't want to get fat,
but mainly because I'd be too lazy to work out.
I only watch movies on the Internet because I don't feel like paying for the cable,
But lets be honest, I just can't afford a TV.
I'd like to visit Canada to see the pretty girls there this spring,
dancing with the air, as the wind blows away their hair
Truthfully, though, I want to go France and have the ladies speak French to me,
but I can't afford the ticket, so I'll settle for the next best thing, this spring
I enrolled in college because I wanted to follow my dreams,
Or so I told my parents.
I just wanted to get out of the house and so I used this scheme
You could say I really did fulfilled my dream.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
Their behavior is horrific
but they look like you or me
they don’t have horns
or sharp fangs
they have no fur or claws
their tame faces and clean cut part
a municipal duster in their hair
scented ivy suits and black pumps
behind fortified bars and tolls
force their rage and terrorize “chumps”
nonetheless oblivious to an afterlife
this Will to Power breathes in shady rooms
just above ****** squeals –
genocide and late night beat downs
a wolf’s sight is sharper at night,
wicked lives next door
near those you meet
just outside Darwin’s Place
on a cozy street
tangled like Dingoes and Panda bears
that can’t stop themselves from
eating their young,
there are animals among us.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
I've been given a magical power but I don't know where it came from.
My killing spree is not going to end, there will be more deaths to come.
I'm going to paint portraits of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Then I'll paint portraits of the creators of the new Doctor Who TV show, I'll get rid of all of those chumps.
I'm also going to paint a portrait of a bully who I went to school with.
He'd better enjoy what time he has left because he won't have long to live.
I will never see the inside of a courtroom, I will never be tried.
If you don't want your portrait to be painted, don't get on my bad side.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
why am i afraid?
because you're afraid
what color is the sky
where is my moon?
why does the sky bleed blue?
i have carbon filters
fresh water promises
people who don't want to die by my side
die somewhere else with jelly bean bellies
some color cast in all
frames pass by
slap,slap,slap like good dope, or going over a bridge
like birds flapping wings or visions of ancient gods
good wanderings
always wear a rubber
bad endings and hopeless angels going upward
red hair beautiful soul looking out for us chumps
the sanity is in seeing double
knowing the enemy is above you and below you
there is a massacre to be held
a genocide to be dealt
we dwarf all
we ********** common sense
we come down and cling to substance
the best won in the worst eye
now we're ******* with the oceans
its very tide
those who appreciate this are done for
those who own their emotions do not know
i have only one gate
come on down here see what its like
clawing your way out of a bottomless pit.
yet rejoice everyfoot
you have made it somewhere where it doesnt matter
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
Little tin(y) gods
At the podiums stand
Ever so great and
Ever so grand
They make appeals
"A clean sweep"
They make promises
They won't keep
We sing their praises
With laurels crowned
They love on U.S.
Then sleep around
Political coinage
Political gain
They have banked
Upon their fame
The dark triad
Check the list
They're psychopathic
Megalomaniacal
Narcissists!
How'd they get
To be on top?
The pendulum swing
Has got to STOP!
Some voters sigh
Some voters slump
Some voters are
Just plain chumps!
Buy the lies
Don't find it odd
You're a fool
For little tin(y) gods
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/17/2016
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC