"merc" poems
So, our hero of tha day waz DJ Herc
He b driven’ lil Mizz Dazze ‘round, in a pimped out Merc
Queensbridge waz tha birthplace of Hip-Hop
Red alert, it just won’t stop
It will hurt uz a bit
No more than a **** wid a hit
Wee all thank Merc 4 puttin’ on dat show
Smokin’ sum **** n angel dust, wid sum real blow
A bro named, Coke LA Rock, waz also a financier friend of mine
Handin’ out goodies 2 tha children in-line, all tha time
Nickel bag half n ounce, quarter pound pow, now wee poppin’
Az long az tha music izn’t stoppin’ and tha rocks r still droppin’
If champagne waz still a flowin’, then tha freaks wood b steppin’ in line
Hotel, Motel, u don’t tell, wee don’t tell, one-time root 9
There’s notta man dat can’t b thrown, a horse dat can’t b rode
A bull dat can’t b stopped, a disco dat can’t b rocked, can u decode
Were u @ dat famous house party, thee dope
Spinnin’ tha holy crates of hip-hop, wee hope
A1 B-boy from every known neighborhood, wid a scent
From JC, Tony D’, Sweet n Sour, 2 super DJ ‘Fcukin’ Clark Kent
Sellin’ nickel bags of cannabis, 2 miss layD hoes to mi crew
Made mi coin roll into notes, helping outta few dat I knew
Hip-Hop waz made 4 peace, love, unity n fun
Still b countin’ mi riches, retired n still layin’ in tha hot sun
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
Two inches was the measure, of young Stevies blunder,
Digging out concrete, not knowing whats under.
He felt a nugget, that wouldn't yield to the Pick,
So he used the Jack-Hammer, until he got that "kick".
Caught fire on the spot, looked at me, shocked,
Died in flames, got a days pay docked.
Cut the main cable, Fifty millimetres, metric,
I know you hate to ask, but Friends aren't Electric.
Dennis stepped back, pleased with his graft,
Fell two hundred foot, down an unguarded shaft.
Been on the Grinder, cutting out steels,
So the Elevator boys could fix , their cogs and their wheels.
Never said a word, no shout or no fuss,
Dennis died like he lived, just one of us.
Me and Baz on a roof, we knew was asbestos,
Brittle like toffee, temperamental as Kate Moss,
Had no crawling boards, so we tip-toed like burglars,
Clinging on tightly, think Ivy on Pergola's.
I heard the crack, leapt to the hip-tile,
Baz clawed and scraped, resistance was futile.
They spread out the sand, where Baz hit the deck,
To mop up the blood, from a broken neck.
Health and safety, if's and but's,
Shoddy workmanship, taking short-cuts.
We have no say, we try our best,
Hard hats, harder boots and high-visibility vests,
Are all that we leave, not Time-Shares or Merc's,
Just daughters in tears, Dads not home from work.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
All he could see were numbers
that reached out and grabbed taxes
and takes, invoices and expenditures.
He could not see explanations of delight
that little mistake I made with fringe benefits,
those royalties that never came.
In the end his only concern was to pay the taxes
to build the roads, skyways and airports
where he would travel and stay.
I wondered how he slept at night
cocooned in numbers
just 1-9 with a hefty zero
that made the difference between rich and poor
I wondered how he could survive on numbers
no cucumbers, sunshine salads, beach beauties,
high waves of reckless living, low tides of penniless nights
and endless days of counting little many times over.
He said to me once: Save every cent,
fortify yourself against depression and
natural disasters, don't spend lavishly
there's a price to pay
cut up your credit card. Live austerely.
Oh yeah?. That same day I got an extra CC,
a nice Merc, some good looking sunglasses
(to shield my eyes from the accountants glare)
and a cruise to the Mediterranean
where the blue waters beckoned.
The accountant visited the GP
twice more than me that year.
I'm still working the fat off at the gym.
( I suspect petty poets do the same thing all the time?)
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The Chrysanthemum Trilogy: Transition
Marshall E Gass
ISBN 9781493137848
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Expectation
We bow to our gods
Our demigods
Take sides
Give credit where we think
Credit's due
***** at the other
An exercise in hope
Despair, disgust
An act of rebellion
Worship, boredom
A little entertainment
Perhaps
Oh Holy Night is blasting
But it's business as usual
What did we expect?
The Donald's having another
Rad hair day
Merc is mixing up yet another shot
In the arm of the unsuspecting ignorant
Monsanto's engineering one more
Pernicious stew for dinner
World War Three pending
At Arm's Dealers Inc
A trader goes Kachung
A raven drops his doodoo
Really
What did we expect?
Shiny stilettos go clack clack
A homeless man shivers in the rain
The guy on the bike gives ya the finger
Grandma turns on and drops out
Can ya blame her?
Another heart-breaking day
For the broken
A little goodwill
For the willing
Martin Lawrence sneezes
And we can't help ourselves
Hilarious
Charley Sheen loses his knickers
In repeat spin
Another bad news nugget
For the rag-mags
What did he expect?
The jingle bells jingle
It's tinsel time again
The gift can go bye bye in the mayhem
In this the season of high expectation
It's good to have less expectation
To worry less, to feel more
Share
See what happens
Expect a miracle
or
Expect nothing
The gift
Ah the gift
The present
Presence
That is all
What did I expect?
2015 for the present
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
Merc,
Oh yeah!...just woke from my slumber remembering what message to send! Tell Aphrodite that I'm feeling mighty and that her celestial body I'll bend!
ANu
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Yo Merc my boy,
....what gives.... everyone's telling me they haven't been getting their mail that you haven't been doing your job with speed. You better not be with those 7 sisters.... you see, the Pleiades belong to me.
I took them from Atlas in a game of Russian roulette and instead of his life I just took his 7 daughters as wives and pets.
So come on son hit me up...I got some juice in a golden cup that might make your quicker . It may not be nectar but it does taste like liquor. And I'll throw in the 10 daughters of the youngest vicar.
Get back to your post, I've been a good host and don't want to turn you into a ghost!
ANu Dei
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
Nine years ago I met you
You were in rough shape,
Strung out on *******
A merc for Hire.
I was 12
you were 15.
Living your life in the shadows
hiding from the world.
The blazing sun could not reach you.
You were a monster
A deadly creature
Not to be messed with.
Living your life
On the wrong side of the Law.
A question that always plagues me
how the hell were you never caught?
I strode up to you
A fire in my hands
Reached out to you
And let the fire spread.
You are so much more
then you realize.
You mean so much
to so many people.
Me
Twittle
Kaityln
Arianna
Sophia!
and thats not all
Angel
Pop
Java
and
Mags!
We all love you!
in all your
****** up" glory.
You may have been a bad person then
But now you are such a good man.
The way you raise those girls
the way you look at your beautiful wife.
The way you are always there for me.
You had a ****** 23 years of life
I wont argue that
I know whats in your past.
but Guess what?
its a new year
A fresh start.
Lets make 24 and on
Be filled with light
chase away those shadows.
Shadow man
Shadow Man
Come out and play
In the warm sun light.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
No matter how strong you are one cannot simply out-muscle or out-shine a mad man who has great taste in fashion.
A.M.G. Is the ultimate hooligan it doesn't have to take charge to prove it's tenacity because it's a presidential sedan that puts you in charge.
No need for a spooky entrance because sometimes demons want to dwell were there is brute force.
I miss the 6.2 litre engine, it is the intrinsic Moto of Mercedes," A big engine for the perfect gentlemen".
Cruising luxuriously has no peak when it comes to un-doubtable comfort and well established elegance. With a classic loud noise one can't but wonder if the barbarian needs marketing.
An angry gentlemen with a smile on his face that never lacks in pace doesn't need frenetic footwork, the gentlemen goes straight to the point and why wobble on about a winding route when Mercedes automatically includes you in elite circles. Quality that exceeds all levels of maturity, Mercedes keeps getting younger and wiser!
The phrase "numbers don't lie" insinuates that alphabets do lie. Really? How? When their associated with such class...A-class, B-class, C-class, E-class, G-class, S-class and so on. I think the numbers cliche is a turn-off.
Pleasure always mixes with business when it comes to a Benz.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
I'll tell you the tale
Of a guy whose cool
He so doesn't fail
His name is Deadpool
The number is not zero
For this crazy man
Doesn't call himself a hero
But always has a plan
Was in Special Forces
Really had the moves
Didn't win races
But never does lose
Not nice like Prancer
Dosen't go south
Soon got the cancer
And known as the merc with a mouth
Has a heart that's not pure
But this was no test
To look for a cure
His skills are the best
Soon found a way
To end the disease
But his face I'll say
Is something he can't please
Body being a wreck
His past is on the go
And you'll say what the heck
When you see his alter ego
What is next
Won't make you dead
Him wearing spandex
All in black and red
This is now his path
Its quite alright
Dudes will suffer his path
If they put up a fight
So Deadpool is lit
A dude who is rad
He dosen"t **** one bit
But has an attitude that's bad
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
Bro Merc,
Hey man...you alright?....ain't nobody heard hide or hair from you for weeks....I checked all over the universe and the two dimensions next door then I picked em all up and checked under each of their floors...
I'm starting to worry Merc.....give some proof of life...I talked to all your muses and hundreds of thousands of wives...the last one to see you said you was at the park shooting hoops with Herc on the Fourth of July
I was joking about vaporizing you if you were hitting Venus behind my back....she does it with all my dogs...oops I mean gods....man you know I'd cut you some slack. And you know that I love talking me some good smack.
So like I said drop a line, FaceTime, come on back; your character was never in question and much less under attack.
And I'll still throw in the Pope's 10 youngest daughters so you can hem them in up your shack.
Your bro,
ANu
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Grow up, get real
It's the way the cookie crumbles,
deal with, who says life is a bed of Roses
I am what I am and you are what you are
we didn't make ourselves, these things happen
go blame your parents if you must vent, your father first
if he wasn't lust crazed and extracting his little winkle that time
you wouldn't now sit here a fool of hate doing early troll duty
some are privileged and some are not, **** it up
it's been like that from time immemorial, boys
we can't all be winners with all we want
not even the Queen has everything
I would try and be the best I can be
rather then waking up to know
some fool somewhere annoys
me enough to become
a pathetic troll
Jezz, its bad
enough being
a peasant without
having to go to bed
obsessed and wake up
obsessed day in day out
I dread to think what its doing to you all
and no paid hols or a Merc to whizz you
for a lovely Chinese meal like I will be doing
later today with a peasant ***** in comfort and style
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
Crack! Crack!
We must have such bad luck,
Luck?
****
It must have been Jack,
Who broke my heart first,
Followed by Hank,
And Frank with the red Merc,
**** luck,
I know I don’t want jack,
From the hank that drives the Merc,
Pieces of my broke heart,
All over this tarmac,
Bad luck,
Dial 911....
Ambulance red, paramedics say I may be dead,
Head not in the right mindset,
Heart beat.....bleeeep! Bleeeeep!
This heart no longer has a beat!
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
Lesson number one begins
How naughty girls must sin
And throw the blessed towel
In the bin
Now I ain't saying
It's all good
But baby if you could
Buy a smile a false heart
Maybe take his merc
That's a start
Dry him out and don't you cry
Pappas got you some bling this time
Sparkling glass upon your hands
Now hurry up this devils got plans
I'll give you everything you want
Money riches the whole lot
And all I ask for in return
Is your shallow worthless
Life that's spurned
All the things good girls
Learned
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Chasing desires
The wicked has begun
Breathe deep
inhale the exhilaration
like sweet nectar
Cool, Lawd Merc
Like it black n Pink
Suckling the Souls of young saplings
The world is their oyster
Her ***** is the anchor
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
something she had seen
mid the concrete, puddles, suds
made her think ‘is my car clean
look as shiny as it should?’
seeing sponges slapping screens
spying soapy splashes slosh
and those lads in skin tight jeans
working at the street carwash
so she pulled up in her Merc
where she stole more sneaky looks
as they set about their work
while she sipped on her Starbucks
and that soggy bunch of guys
put on something of a show
as the heater warmed her thighs
but quite needlessly so
made her bite the paper cup
sent her tongue across her lips
as a t-shirt pulled right up
and she fumbled for a tip
and some time in due course
her car looked forecourt new
but she panted like a horse
and her knickers stuck like glue
but she drove back to the street
to resume her working day
and she earned tomorrow’s treat
hitting puddles all the way
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
In Biblical tones
it is stated
help the afflicted
so lets help
and stir their vices
for in there
they find comfort
bring mangos
garland in yellow
scream No
how about betrayal
forget not
to harp on trust
how about
that Merc stolen
in anchorage
Nationality angle
why forget
triangles and poly
there was
no Anna incident
a red herring
tired of hurting
was a bait
if real the reply
why why
stick in the lardles
stir madly
till yer blue in face
and in raving
madness & stupidity
call a straight
disciplined and moral
man gay
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 10:37 AM UTC
highest rate of illiteracy
highest rate of divorces
highest rate of ***** mothers
highest rate of One parents family
7.3 million people (17% of the adult population)
on anti-depressants
mad dogs and yadda yadda go out in the mid-day sun
we understand your problems and know misery seeks company
we know it seeks to vent, to rage rile rant simmer and pour out bile
and we know all these ills are particularly prevalent in lower classes
so please know its not only you lot suffering they're seven millions plus
its not something in the water or in fish and chips its all in your heads
and projecting your pains and insecurities to others isn't going to cure you
it will just occupy your weak beings and make you even more crazy
and wittering professional and obsessive dumb dumb woe-mongers
you won't get to be rich cool smart sharp and drive a Merc that way...
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
Merc,
Yo dawg whereya at, Mr. Quicksilver?...the mail's getting backed up...I need you to talk to that goddess of love quick cuz the one at my side just isn't my cup.
ANu
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC