"fcuk" poems
Down in the ghetto, real
****** stand together
Me and my 2nd in charge had an
alibi that breezed us on through
Sued the NY Times and their racist news
for they had no clue about us
The judge winked us both off and
later was paid what he was due
Corrupt, corrupt judiciary
The reasons for this are mostly monetary
No questions ... it’s just customary
While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary
I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times
take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes
I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs
Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes
Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’
Shhhush . . . it’s just customary
While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary
Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish
and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews
I think I just made my very last mistake
He fired a pistol from under his robe
and shot me to da ground
And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown”
Corrupt, corrupt judiciary
The reasons for this are mostly monetary
I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary
While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
You want her? You can have her!
Girls are dangerous
Girls are impetuous
Girls are smarter than men
No girl president?
Proves men are all ********
At the end of this life
We all go away...
Sirens wailing in the night
Some poor *** just got killed
No one cares a **** today
Dog eat dog is the contagion of hate
**** you! I love you?
What more can I say?
D. Clare
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Sniffin’ my cologne
Hair full of da gel
In like Flynn tonight
For my homies aren’t that bad
Their just a little ******* mad
Playing with sharp knives, oh no
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
They'll be floating through later
Maybe laying down, little white lines
I be a chillin’, by about half past nine
I’ll be a jiggin’ sum girl on da sofa recline
Yeah, your ever so kind and real kinda dope
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
Maybe it’s from da ***** that don’t know any better
Why no one tell him, she was my date
She done dead now, for **** sake
Thoughts about what we do and where to take
Like how now is she gunna be undiscovered
Authorities and her family, smell a whiff of her on my coat
Like sum dead wraparound ******* fox
So now I’m on the Popo’s radar
Everything I do now, even taking my mama to church
Hope she prayed extra hard
I need to teach those ****** who to cut and who to trust
Like I'm a god forsaken ******* preacher
I lost da last girl
I feel ****** and torn
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
Not again...
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
My canines are
thirsty today.
They want blood,
any blood will do.
The enemy
are everywhere.
Find the. **** them.
Drink their blond blood.
They are all guilty.
They all deserve
to die. The only real
game is played for blood.
**** their women in the ***
Crawl back to your lair.
Let the Danes sleep
in fear, twitch in fright.
This I will be back.
They will never
sleep in peace,
just as I never do.
~mce
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
one other thing **** old people
who act like they world stops for them
and it is okay to be an ******* bcuz u old
idgaf if u are 90 20 65 48
an old man with a cane
old lady with a red hat
my grandparents idgaf
u dont deserve respect for living lets get that **** ******* straight
if u a racist
if u an *******
if u are iggnorant
age doesnt excuse u from being human
burn in hell
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
**** **** **** **** **** **** u **** **** **** **** fuc,s uuuu
what the fuuuucl
**** ****
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
I HATE YOU
BUT ALSO LOVE YOU AND THIS ******* *****
I don't want to start something I can see the end of
we all know what's inevitable;
we all know this tunnel is going to end
we all entered it and know we must pass through it at the other end
but we don't see the end yet, humans don't worry about what we cant see,
with you I see the other end
I see the end of the tunnel and I know how ******* bright and harsh and jolting the light will be,
I'm not ready to start this with you because I know how it will end
I know I will be left blinded, hurting with a sharp pain on the right side of my head
pressure building where you used to place your hand whilst you kissed me
I can;t bare to put you in a position where you have the full power to utterly destroy me
I will bathe myself in fuel and you will not light the match
I will sit here covered in fumes until they suffocate me
its easier to fall into a coma then burn to death
I would rather slip into nothing on my own
without it being at your beautiful hands.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
one other thing **** old people
who act like they world stops for them
and it is okay to be an ******* bcuz u old
idgaf if u are 90 20 65 48
an old man with a cane
old lady with a red hat
my grandparents idgaf
u dont deserve respect for living lets get that **** ******* straight
if u a racist
if u an *******
if u are iggnorant
age doesnt excuse u from being human
burn in hell
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
The night caught me
When the day left my ***
It embraced me
Called me its child
I fought its querying zeitgeist
I whispered
It was trying to help
Brought to its kingdom
I was forced to observe
I saw the king
What a *****
The queen tried to trick me
Saying she wanted to help
Signs of the snake in the grass
Made me run with the group
I don’t want to be last
We laboured long
Pulling the truth up
From the root of its weave
Seeing lies and trick
Our mind could not conceive
Obedience
The ***** whispered to me
That is all ask for
You will get a tall glass or ****
In the canteen of my mind
I bartered for some
Shut the **** up soda
A red roti
Dripping the blood of my ancestors
I used the benediction
Saluted the moon
And prepared to write fiction
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
The Scaffolding at Notre Dame is like
a rib cage of The Phoenix rising from
ashes in a secular state of Macronism.
Banning the Hijab, Yellow Vests and
thought, has brought the wrath of
Karma on the French Colonialists.
Yemen, Syria. Libya and all her recent
excursions into the realms of a lost empire
is the price they must now pay for Greenpeace.
Nobody give a **** about you France.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
I thought things would be different this time
I was under the impression that the word meant more to me than it did to you
I still am
When I asked if you care about me, you responded, "Not right now,"
and that worries me
Because even as you cursed my name, I tried to find someone else to blame
And as I walked away, my blood boiling, and you put the drivers seat down to sleep, I couldn't even make it around the corner without feeling like I was abandoning you
I should have left you there to your own devices with no hesitation
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea
I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long
Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me
It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong
It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat
A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet
Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet
Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you
Like, how did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into their eyes, talk to someone anew
Can’t find a job, most boss’s don’t like me, that’s how it seems
Can’t sing a tune or get the right pitch, just listen, that’s what it means
Living by the seashore, breeze in my face, no windows, in diss free place
Be careful who you trust, they’ll steal every dime, it’s a **** rat race
Friendly folk, pass on by, throw you a penny, ‘cause ya down on your luck
Some girls get down on their knees, handle da merchandise, then **** for a buck
Now quite peckish, haven’t eaten for days, down on one knee, oh ****
Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me
I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you
How did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into the eyes, talk to someone anew
She’ll be right mate, but every next day, I’m still looking for a place to lay
Under a bush, upon a park bench, those **** insects, are having a field day
I’ve had enough, I got the courage, dialed the number, to get me out of here
Up pulled a Combi Van, with a smile on her face, as she wiped away a tear
Silence all the way home, just a nod or two, I'd gaze at her, the way ya do
At night, laying in bed, thoughts rushing in my head, most are true
In the morning, staring at a mirror, I finally saw the boy that my dear mom, once knew.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Crows had a meeting
on the wires this morning.
Their collective cawing was
remnant of Westminster.
Corbyn [Old French] Corbeau,
was getting it in the ear.
Bercrow, as per usual, in
the centre, eying the right.
May, the crow, never picks
their stack, but regardless,
She was about to go and
pluck someone.
Things were beginning to
look blacker and bleaker.
The Rooster Crowed, not
your call, she said,
Shut the **** up MaCrown,
crow'king's what frogs do best.
Crow'n quarto intervened,
just before dawn chorus.
Crow'd fondling #MeToo
Union Jack-Daw is guilty.
Off with his wings, to the
Bowery!
And away they all went,
back to their Crookery.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
(The Black Nosed Reindeer)
Santa:
What the **** are you doing here
I must have a red nose reindeer.
Adolf:
I don't know, the job centre sent me
and told me to put glitter on my antlers.
Santa:
Did you read the job description ?
Adolf:
I did, but the lady said that it was an
equal opportunities position.
Santa:
Did they give you a card?
Adolf:
Yes, here it is, you me and the bear.
Santa:
I don't believe this.
Adolf:
Well ! am I hired or not?
Santa:
I must ring the job centre.
Hello, Santa Claus here.
Where is Rudolf this year Miss?
Job Centre:
Hello Santa, he can't make it this year.
Santa:
But why not?
Job Centre:
We are not permitted to discuss our'
clients affairs Mr Claus.
Santa;
But I must speak with him !
Job Centre:
The best I can do is to give you
the AA help line.
Santa:
Hello, I am looking for Rudolf.
AA.
Is this some sort of Joke?
Santa:
No, this is Santa Claus here.
AA.
This is Alcoholics Anonymous and we do not
give out information about our members. All I
can say is, everyone around the table here has
a red nose and looks like Rudolf.
Merry Christmas.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
I don’t want dead flowers
on my grave or my name
in an obituary column to
say that I died peacefully
Tell it as it was, he ended
up just as rebellious as he
lived a Paddystinian on his
deathbed saying **** the J
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC