"crims" poems
The reason there aren't so many vampyres
around these days is they don't like TV hype
and the intrusions of TV news crews. It transpires
that vampyres prefer late hours and like low light levels
because they're egregarious and don't like to be seen inebrious
in the middle of their heinous, intravenous revels.
Also, unfavorable reviews about transfusions
and the confusion caused by AIDS, at this juncture,
has definitely reduced the appeal of being seduced
by some crazed and gurgling Transylvanian
bloodsucker lusting to puncture the jugular,
or any other available vein again,
especially when you don't know if they've disinfected their fangs
or only licked them after draining their last victim.
After all, vampyres were brought up in castles
when there weren't antiseptics for gargles
and they haven't been taught prophylactic criteria
against such apocalyptic viral bacteria.
And if you've ever seen vampyres with condoms
on their teeth, you'll know what I mean.
It's a scream. Everyone finds them hilarious. It'd be easier
to die laughing than to go down with anemia.
Also, like everyone else, vampyres hate ridicule.
No-one likes being seen as the fool.
And the other reason vampyres are scarce now
is that there are so many genuine muggers, hoods, crims,
druggies, financial leeches, homicidal maniacs,
psychopathic liars and genocidal tendencies to conjure up real fears
out there, that there's not much room left for quaint old-fashioned vampyres, poor dears.
But do you know something? Even though they were naughty,
I miss their occasional **** I know it was gory,
but those kisses, oh boy. We got into the femoral artery inside the thigh. It was ***** But when AIDs came along,
that was it. Definitely bye-bye. Nobody wanted to die.
These are the facts.
So these vampyres were starving and they reverted to bats.
Did a midnight flit,
and that's the end of my story.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
The mystery deepens with slow steps
down the drive to that green mystery box
that holds the secrets of the universe within its grasp.
Besides the bills that need attention
invitations to church services
'fresh cuts' from butcher going down
products the clothing store discounts
power bills powering me up
water bills wetting me down
local rags headlining unknown street corners
filled with rage and graffiti
police searching for crims
(not on my street-No)
preachers discounting heaven for a tithe
car license rebirth
warrant remake
local school financial support
what else is new?
I've recently installed another box next
standing beside green box
flip all of the above next box
for recycling.
I only keep the one
which says in small print
No ******* collections on Labour Day.
Author Notes
Do you have the same problem and solution
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 5 months ago
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
(To the tune of "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree!)
Today, I was offered a job, prithee,
Tutoring crims in literacy,
Silent reading for all the he's,
I'd be part of their conspiracy,
They'd all have a million dollars, you see,
Buried under the jail's old oak trees,
For their chicks and kids to live comfortably,
That's why they like gardening, you see,
It looks like the gophers have been,
The crims have left the scene!
They swiped the prison bus,
Forgot about "Literacy and Us!"
The governor put the blame on me!
So much for teaching prison literacy,
Now there's lots of holes under the jail's old oak trees,
Yes, the gophers have been,
The crims have left the scene,
All with a million dollars, you see,
Well, they learnt to spell 'conspiracy',
That was my job teaching literacy!
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Covered in love
straight from above
but love turns
to aches, burns
our hearts empty
where Satans tempting
of wanting more
than evver before
ship wreck shore.
spinning, spinning, motions
sweet soft lotions
turn to ball rooms
then come fumes
crystal mixed limes
shattered with crims
you turn to theft
we never left,
ship wreck shore.
i get lost
windows covered frost
green peering eyes
innocent of lies
you finally beaten
my heart, defeated
but maybe more,
ship wreck shore.
from this far
it seems hard
at first glance
boats are ants
trees are swaying
from our music playing
pens filling pages
my love cages
wanting to love more
on ship wreck shore.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Power holstered on a hip the slang
slips and hisses like a snake,
sharp venom fingers fiddling with handcuffs
he roars like a lion
when confronted with energetic excuses.
soon he will slide
behind turbo charged expressions to keep
the world clean of crims.
what he may add
to this sterile law is a hard fist
of dollar bills taken
from alleyways of shame.
hiya, brother!
we see him steering through
traffic lanes and troubles
enjoying everyone scampering
away from his lordships chariot
winning batmans race.
bring him down to the dust.
all for a chrome plated medal
a starched salute
a piece of paper that sings
of power invested in a holster.
outside of the uniform
he feeds his pet pom
pellets of crunchy biscuits.
Author Notes
Cop.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 7 days ago
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
It’s A POWERFUL Thing...
This PAPER With INK... !!!
It’s Powers AMAZE... !!!
And Makes People Behave...
In The STRANGEST of Ways...
It's Something That Factors...
In Those Who’ll Backstab Ya... !!!
It’s Like... POWERFUL Drugs...
That MESS Drug Addicts Up... !!!
Because of Their LOVE...
For The Things That It Does...
Like Get Men These Hot Chicks...
Who Are Quick To Gold Dig... !!!
It Makes Them Spread Their Lips...
When It Buys Diamond Rings... !!!
And Can BUY Marriages... !!!
It Makes Businesses Strong...
Until Stock Values Drop... !!!
It Makes Some People ROB...
And Makes People Do Wrong... !!!
It Makes Some Play Along...
Until All of Its GONE... !!!
It Can Drive Some To Drink...
And Has Made Many Sink... !!!
Into... DEPRESSION...
And Acts of AGGRESSION... !!!
It’s A Powerful Thing... !!!
That Has Made Felons Snitch...
QUICKER Than Crims’...
Facing Life In Sing Sing... !!!
It’s Something That Can STING... !!!
And Teach You Life Lessons...
It’s Good For Investments...
That Bring BIG Returns...
But Can Also Bring Pressures...
If Stocks Take Downturns... !!!
It Should Be Respected...
As Well As Invested...
But It ISN’T Something...
That Should Cloud How You Think... !!!
It Can Make People TRICK...
And Can Leave People DITCHED...
If It’s STOLEN From Heads...
Who Are Gangster MADE Men... !!!
It Can Be What CORRUPTS...
Like It CLEARLY Has Done...
To Gangsters And Lawyers...
And Dodgy Employers... !!!
As Well As POLICE...
And These Politicians...
Who Run World Governments … !!!
And When It Comes To Drugs …
It’s A Thing Used By Thugs …
And These Smooth Criminals …
To Launder Their Funds …
And To Buy Them BIG GUNS …
That Then Make People RUN …
When They’ve EXPOSED Secrets … !!!
It’s A Thing That Breeds GREED...
And Can Make Loved Ones Bleed...
If Your LOVE For MONEY...
... SUPERSEDES Family... !!!
It Can Breed JEALOUSY...
That Can Lead To BAD DEEDS...
Folks It’s REALLY NOT ALL...
That It’s Cracked Up To Be... !!!!
And Can Be Your Downfall...
And Can Leave You DECEASED... !!!
It May Buy Property...
And The Things That You Need...
But Folks DON'T You Believe...
That It Makes You Happy...
Because That’s FALLACY... !!!
It CAN’T Fulfil YOUR NEEDS... !!!
It Just Buys What You WANT...
And Some... Security...
But Bills DO NOT STOP... !!!
And What It CANNOT Be...
Is Something That Makes...
Your Mind Sound And Healthy... !!!
Now Do Not Get Me Wrong... !!!
It Indeed Gets You PAID...
In Quite A Few Ways...
And Can Now Transmit Quick...
From A Swift Online Click...
On A... Digitised Link...
But DON’T You Ever Think...
That This Is Something...
That Can NATURALLY Bring...
You... LIFE Or CHILDREN... !!!!!
When It Comes Down To It...
It’s Just... PAPER And INK...
But There’s NO Doubting This...
In This World That We Live...
“ It’s A POWERFUL Thing ! “...
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC