"mudslinging" poems - Hello Poetry

Where is the terror please in a blameless mind Show me the pain and fears in a brimful loving heart Find me the nightmares 'n demons in blessed slumber Wish me the tears in pious gratitudes real and plenty Produce a charge sheet of dark deeds and secrets hidden Bring witnesses of a stained criminal past and stolen items Front me a past lover with tales of **** or ****** misdeeds Show me anybody truly implicating me in any foul deeds Ask my betrothed of ever knowing me drunk and disabled Dig out any associations of me with friends of ill-repute Point a day I conducted myself disgracefully 'n disrespectfully Stand out a neighbour I went begging and borrowing from Twirling taunting is nowt but delusions of ****** fantasists Nothing to do with one devoid of fears and guilt of the neurotics Show us the happy contented one who gives time to mudslinging Even the most basic of intelligence tells us this is an impossibility There are nasties out there kicking a poor policewoman in the head There are repugnant foreign Taxi-drivers prostituting teen girls about There are hate filled Terrorist willing to **** innocents unflinching While our deranged think school playground antics is all they're worth These are the ones that salivate in front of computer screens Unwashed Keyboard cowards parading malfunctioning brains Attention and ambition lacking deficits sad subhumans waiting to be fed How can wasted western fodders impact on my consciousness or even my subconscious Those by their evident actions already show they lack rationality, intelligence or understanding Inadequates whose only recourse is to showcase their inferiority in pained envy and jealousy by trying to bully Insignificant runts who can't better themselves despite opportunities abound Dr Livingstone come see what your children from your Great Empire has become You told our forefathers you came from the very cradle of Civilisation A land of freedom and great knowledge How come now your childrens are pathetic ignorant irrational insecure deluded cowards What to do with morons other than to pitifully toss them a morsel of our talents once a while and laugh as they feed hungrily You gotta laugh!

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC

yenson

Here Sheba..Here Rover....!

Where is the terror please in a blameless mind Show me the pain and fears in a brimful loving heart Find me the nightmares 'n demons in blessed slumber Wish me the tears in pious gratitudes real and plenty Produce a charge sheet of dark deeds and secrets hidden Bring witnesses of a stained criminal past and stolen items Front me a past lover with tales of **** or ****** misdeeds Show me anybody truly implicating me in any foul deeds Ask my betrothed of ever knowing me drunk and disabled Dig out any associations of me with friends of ill-repute Point a day I conducted myself disgracefully 'n disrespectfully Stand out a neighbour I went begging and borrowing from Twirling taunting is nowt but delusions of ****** fantasists Nothing to do with one devoid of fears and guilt of the neurotics Show us the happy contented one who gives time to mudslinging Even the most basic of intelligence tells us this is an impossibility There are nasties out there kicking a poor policewoman in the head There are repugnant foreign Taxi-drivers prostituting teen girls about There are hate filled Terrorist willing to **** innocents unflinching While our deranged think school playground antics is all they're worth These are the ones that salivate in front of computer screens Unwashed Keyboard cowards parading malfunctioning brains Attention and ambition lacking deficits sad subhumans waiting to be fed How can wasted western fodders impact on my consciousness or even my subconscious Those by their evident actions already show they lack rationality, intelligence or understanding Inadequates whose only recourse is to showcase their inferiority in pained envy and jealousy by trying to bully Insignificant runts who can't better themselves despite opportunities abound Dr Livingstone come see what your children from your Great Empire has become You told our forefathers you came from the very cradle of Civilisation A land of freedom and great knowledge How come now your childrens are pathetic ignorant irrational insecure deluded cowards What to do with morons other than to pitifully toss them a morsel of our talents once a while and laugh as they feed hungrily You gotta laugh!

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Insecurity Lurking "smile-for-me" bullies Mudslinging repose

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC

LightToBurn

Stop Telling Me To Smile

Insecurity Lurking "smile-for-me" bullies Mudslinging repose

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This is no time for mudslinging Or complimentary pillow chocolates We're here to scour these head stones to make this bone yard look more lively Now, get over your shell shock and let's get to it You know our motto "They drop, we mop!" And our slogan "Dead as a door nail, clean as a whistle" Adjust your bifocals And allow this to soak in There is nothing to fear here I know it's creepy but we have a job to do and a name to uphold I'm telling you in advanced, at night you might be on edge since you're new There are no walking dead zombies here or ghost or ghouls They've all been neutralized, passed on, embalmed and buried If not they will ring the bell beside they're grave and the gravedigger will come and do some excavating I know death strikes a chord with you after that accident at that donkey show in Juarez but it'll be fine I have not disclosed any information from you, all is well Except the fact that this is a cursed ancient Indian burial ground Where witch doctors are put in the ground and their spirits come and work black magic on all those who tread here Okay bye!

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC

tommy-johnson

First and Last Day On The Job

This is no time for mudslinging Or complimentary pillow chocolates We're here to scour these head stones to make this bone yard look more lively Now, get over your shell shock and let's get to it You know our motto "They drop, we mop!" And our slogan "Dead as a door nail, clean as a whistle" Adjust your bifocals And allow this to soak in There is nothing to fear here I know it's creepy but we have a job to do and a name to uphold I'm telling you in advanced, at night you might be on edge since you're new There are no walking dead zombies here or ghost or ghouls They've all been neutralized, passed on, embalmed and buried If not they will ring the bell beside they're grave and the gravedigger will come and do some excavating I know death strikes a chord with you after that accident at that donkey show in Juarez but it'll be fine I have not disclosed any information from you, all is well Except the fact that this is a cursed ancient Indian burial ground Where witch doctors are put in the ground and their spirits come and work black magic on all those who tread here Okay bye!

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**** SPLAT! The mudslinging, Left winging, Right winging, Promise singing, and stress bringing may now commence. Two households, both alike in their traffic stopping, secret swapping, state hopping, story dropping, bubble popping campaigns with their hope dashing, donation cashing, constant bashing, piece of trashing, try to get elected, be selected, not rejected, well-protected, but their unfeeling, free wheeling, shady dealing, sends us reeling. Hill and Don, the battle’s on, our wits are gone, next week we’ll see who’s won Who will be the next 1600 Pennsylvania Ave resident? Our 45th United States president?

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Nov 2, 2016

Nov 2, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC

MonicaEileen

Election Imperfection

**** SPLAT! The mudslinging, Left winging, Right winging, Promise singing, and stress bringing may now commence. Two households, both alike in their traffic stopping, secret swapping, state hopping, story dropping, bubble popping campaigns with their hope dashing, donation cashing, constant bashing, piece of trashing, try to get elected, be selected, not rejected, well-protected, but their unfeeling, free wheeling, shady dealing, sends us reeling. Hill and Don, the battle’s on, our wits are gone, next week we’ll see who’s won Who will be the next 1600 Pennsylvania Ave resident? Our 45th United States president?

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