"percenter" poems - Hello Poetry

**** the Police Coming straight out the underground Young brother got it bad Cuz I look Mexican and I'm brown Can't forget to do diarrhea on the sheriff deputies Cuz you wear a uniform and a badge think you deserve respect like a G Biggest violaters of civil rights in the ******* land take advantage of everybody cuz you think we're stupid and you can Where are you going? What's your name? Are you on Probation? California is not a stop and identify state How about I cuff your *** Take you to an alley and let out all my frustration Am I under arrest? Or am I free to go is what I ask Boo bop & slit your throat come up from behind with a ******* Chucky mask I'm the worst ******* nightmare there ever has been A conscious, Chicano, 5 percenter Moorish American free national citizen How about next time you **** one of us We hunt you down, home invade your family and launch you all of a cliff in a bus. Quick to leave a pig bleeding left for dead in a ***** ditch ***** sewed to your mouth, you wanna be me punk *** ***** Or we'll cut your head off and stick it to a thousand foot pole start the vampire nation, count Vlad's idea yea I stole. 14th amendment, 85 percenter corporate security guard driving a big *** truck with your undersized ***** and you think your all hard, you ******* ****** You're obvious and pathetic I got no time to play We don't die we multiply and the movement is here to stay. Get off me stupid I ain't signing no autographs Che Guevara reincarnated now who has the last laugh?

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC

Rabbit57

**** The Police

**** the Police Coming straight out the underground Young brother got it bad Cuz I look Mexican and I'm brown Can't forget to do diarrhea on the sheriff deputies Cuz you wear a uniform and a badge think you deserve respect like a G Biggest violaters of civil rights in the ******* land take advantage of everybody cuz you think we're stupid and you can Where are you going? What's your name? Are you on Probation? California is not a stop and identify state How about I cuff your *** Take you to an alley and let out all my frustration Am I under arrest? Or am I free to go is what I ask Boo bop & slit your throat come up from behind with a ******* Chucky mask I'm the worst ******* nightmare there ever has been A conscious, Chicano, 5 percenter Moorish American free national citizen How about next time you **** one of us We hunt you down, home invade your family and launch you all of a cliff in a bus. Quick to leave a pig bleeding left for dead in a ***** ditch ***** sewed to your mouth, you wanna be me punk *** ***** Or we'll cut your head off and stick it to a thousand foot pole start the vampire nation, count Vlad's idea yea I stole. 14th amendment, 85 percenter corporate security guard driving a big *** truck with your undersized ***** and you think your all hard, you ******* ****** You're obvious and pathetic I got no time to play We don't die we multiply and the movement is here to stay. Get off me stupid I ain't signing no autographs Che Guevara reincarnated now who has the last laugh?

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Wrecked on the couch, my victims asked me who I was or who I thought I was or who I was trying to be. I resented them, like most people who play into my empathy for some luxury or to **** out a sucker. I live on a seat of noise. Everything is deafeningly loud. Sinking in screams like a stale mattress full of bedbugs, but you need a place to sleep for at least another night. I fly on a deranged bird that knows one word, and that word is made-up. Fictional. I fly by inches, crawl in the sky crawl towards death with my head tilted backwards. I don't even bother asking many questions anymore, especially about people. I'm not so upset that nobody particularly cares.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC

austin-heath

"I Was A Top Percenter."

Wrecked on the couch, my victims asked me who I was or who I thought I was or who I was trying to be. I resented them, like most people who play into my empathy for some luxury or to **** out a sucker. I live on a seat of noise. Everything is deafeningly loud. Sinking in screams like a stale mattress full of bedbugs, but you need a place to sleep for at least another night. I fly on a deranged bird that knows one word, and that word is made-up. Fictional. I fly by inches, crawl in the sky crawl towards death with my head tilted backwards. I don't even bother asking many questions anymore, especially about people. I'm not so upset that nobody particularly cares.

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It was on this day in Thirty one, That our City got this present; A Douglas fir, nearly 20 feet, in Rockefeller Center. Just simple workmen giving thanks- Not a single one percenter! There was just a hint of tinsel and no lights upon that tree. Tiffany did not mold Glass stars for common folks to see. On that Inauguration day No speeches certainly. The stand was simply two by fours Formed in a simple cross The Evergreen a symbol of Everlasting life, of course. A tiny hint of sacred amidst Secularity. Those were dark days in our nation with so many in distress. Was it faith or Optimism The workers were trying to express? Perhaps they are one and the same Just in a different dress. Tonight we light a grander tree And the mayor makes a speech. These are days when a better life seems just beyond our reach. No longer called a Christmas tree, Divorced now from that Faith I feel like something precious died And we’re left with just the Wraith.

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

The First* Christmas Tree

It was on this day in Thirty one, That our City got this present; A Douglas fir, nearly 20 feet, in Rockefeller Center. Just simple workmen giving thanks- Not a single one percenter! There was just a hint of tinsel and no lights upon that tree. Tiffany did not mold Glass stars for common folks to see. On that Inauguration day No speeches certainly. The stand was simply two by fours Formed in a simple cross The Evergreen a symbol of Everlasting life, of course. A tiny hint of sacred amidst Secularity. Those were dark days in our nation with so many in distress. Was it faith or Optimism The workers were trying to express? Perhaps they are one and the same Just in a different dress. Tonight we light a grander tree And the mayor makes a speech. These are days when a better life seems just beyond our reach. No longer called a Christmas tree, Divorced now from that Faith I feel like something precious died And we’re left with just the Wraith.

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