"louses" poems
I read some poems on here
That would just be up his street
Scrooge would love so much to read
How you all deal with defeat
Not everyone, mind you, you know
Just those, we all ignore
you know ...the suicidal ones
who are in ***** upon the floor
i got dumped and i just want
to **** myself ...they say
if you write it down on here, i guess
you won't do it anyway
Scrooge would love the way
They talk of copulation
He'd just sit back and say
Then let them reduce the population
They threaten to go off the rails
Though, I think some might be done
They talk of doing things, slowly
Have they not heard of a gun ?
Scrooge would love the way they cry
When they don't get their own way
He'd be hooked on this, because you find
Five hundred...every day
He'd suggest we re-institute
The mills and the poor houses
So, he would have to listen to
The stories of these louses
A topic of importance would be
Something, he would write
of money, pestilance and then
he'd say...GOOD NIGHT
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
The Satan residing in the cornea,
Tries too hard to insist
And the continuously contaminated
Clockwork fails to resist.
The ***** of the aces – Corrupt
In a while it will erupt,
And puke out disrupt
****** emotions outburst
Of unbearable lust.
The pubescent plaque
Haemorrhages seeds of deeds
Culminates all over – the wicked weeds.
Seductive seas
The mind browses
****** ***** the louses.
Engulfed in the trap of crap
Cornea turns Pornea.
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
C. B. was a son of a B!
Did anybody really like him?
Most of the people he encountered
Usually found more reasons to strike him.
In school the kids called him a bully.
Bully he was, and bully he did.
He derived inordinate pleasure
Tormenting any vulnerable kid.
His schoolyard behavior was no better
Than his disruptive behavior in class.
In fact, most teachers would call him
An incorrigible pain in the ***
In high school he was just as aggressive.
His reputation was firmly upheld.
Holding a freshman's head in the toilet
Finally got the bully expelled.
How he earned money. Well, that was
A real mystery--through and through.
Not surprisingly his motto
Was ***** them before they ***** you."
What his girlfriend saw in him
Was truly anybody's guess.
Aware of his fractious personality,
The woman married him nevertheless.
People made bets on how long the couple
Could last in a stormy marriage from hell.
After the wife had had enough,
She packed up the kids and said farewell.
C. B. remained estranged
From both of his kids for the rest of his life.
Some woman out there was very lucky
For he never found another wife.
Money. That was all that mattered.
People? Employees? They were dispensable.
His dog was even afraid of him
And sensed that he was reprehensible.
He bought a number of businesses.
How they lasted was a surprise.
Frankly, most people suspected
Secret Mexican Mafia ties.
One day C. B.'s lifeless body
Was found in his driveway. The coroner said
A heart attack was the cause;
But some suspected foul play instead.
A gravestone reads: "Here lies C. B.
When life was hard, he would persist.
Survived by two loving children,
The doting father will be missed."
Whoever wrote that epitaph?
You wonder: what did he or she owe him?
The author of those unfounded words
Obviously didn't know him.
Oddly the deaths of louses and scoundrels
Are so hard to identify,
For based on gravestones and the obits,
It seems that only good people die.
- by Bob B (6-27-17)
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
If you are advocating
The eliminating of humans
Assuming they are less
Than the mess you are, then
You are, by far, among the worst,
The first level of devils living
And I am giving you the name
And the blame for the horror
And am all the sorer that you
Insist I must take it silently
While you slice them, bleeding,
Leading them into the jail
Wailing, calling them names
Then maiming, beating and killing
Even when willing, and agree
To cooperate in your travesty.
In your majesty, you feel you
Are the one true and decent
And as they are your victims
Inherit all the ills that go with them;
Your prisoners that you call ********
And beat their insoles and bare feet,
Drag them off the streets for being poor,
Call the women ****** and trash,
Smash them around and then you
Say they fell down, and your boss agrees
When the prisoner’s knees are broken.
Just another token of how awful
And how stinking terrible they are
Those without cars, or jobs, or houses.
Just human louses in stained blouses
And raggedy clothes. Break their nose.
Nobody cares about them.
You are real men, they are not.
They get what they deserve.
“To protect and serve.”
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
House Republicans just couldn't wait
To annihilate Obamacare.
They swindled the American people,
And now the louses are walking on air.
They've rushed through a disastrous bill
With no hearings and no score.
The message they are sending out
Is one that's difficult to ignore.
Denying essential benefits
Now would be up to the state.
Older Americans also could be
Charged a much higher rate.
The plan for people with pre-existing
Conditions? The cutthroat Republicans gored it.
According to them, you'll be covered.
If, that is, you can afford it!
Millions would lose their health insurance,
But our leaders care not a jot.
That Medicaid would be gutted,
They didn't give a second thought.
Minimum requirements
Won't be a priority.
Those with excellent coverage
Will be in the minority.
The plan is NOT a health care plan.
Listen to their sales pitch.
What it all boils down to is
A huge tax break for the rich.
After voting on a bill
That screws millions of people, they
Had a victory celebration--
A nauseating, sickening soirée.
If this is the best that they can do
To make our lives better, let the truth
Mercilessly come back to haunt them
Next time in the voting booth.
- by Bob B (5-5-17)
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC