"schmucks" poems
A message for you young truckers,
You long lovers,
You schmucks, ***** and go-getters...
This is as good as it gets.
The truth is, school *****
And so does your 9 to 5 part-time job,
But this is the time to find prime opportunities to get carried away and run
To say all the wrong things at all the right seconds
And to never, EVER get caught drinking your parents' ***
Be bummy, be a druggy, be a top score, or be the eye sore of the student body
But you will never be nobody...
You will NEVER be nobody.
Let somebody tell you they don't remember your name,
Then give that chump a reason to never forget
Because in this game of high school social status, there's no such thing as a winner
And you deserve whatever respect you let people neglect you of.
**** 10 year reunions, that cute girl in math class still won't think of you
Unless you act now, before you're ten years too late.
If you want something, you better learn to work for it,
Because these are the easy years, the queazy years, the "let's ditch and smoke a bleezy" years.
And before you know it, you'll be tap dancing on a keyboard when you should be working
Warning the youngins that their glory years are just about done.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
these things I know to be true...
behind the clouds,
the sky is blue.
if the grass is greener over there;
on the other side of the fence...
then someone is wasting water
in this drought.
if everyone is keeping up with
the jones's .
why are they so unhappy?
two wrongs don't make a right,
but four lefts make a square.
the sun will come out tomorrow,
but so may the clouds...
life is full of schmucks,
but if you're in luck.
the schmuck you marry
may have some bucks.
there is, true love
there is, higher ground
there is forgivness.
you can find useful things
in the lost and found.
chocolate can be good for you.
you have to feed your soul.
and yes all that glitters
is definitely not gold.
there is no true way,
to grow old gracefully.
so make the best of it.
count each and every day
as a bonus....
for that is what it is!!!
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Never had a Valentine I'm 27 pathetic right
First kiss was a dancer by profession
Not professional just dim lights and cheap velvet
I was 19 she was 45
Told me I reminded her of her daughter
She's still pushing up daisies in her suicidal garden
I wanted mine to be covered in four leaf clovers
I'm a self proclaimed oddball
Reclusive nature is my cowardice
It leads to uneasy easy comfort
Long for contact from other humans
Yet detest them at the same time
I love music like every breathing being loves water
Still I dance with two left feet
Fashion sense resembles a jester
Yet again it's uneasy easy comfort
Finding balance in chemical imbalance
Had plenty talents
Still too trapped in my own cerebral functioning
Biggest accomplishment is that I'm a caretaker
Oddly enough I barely take care of myself
Thought it just fine as long as I had a wicked liquid buzz
Or heavily ****** like a witch in colonial times
Now I jumped state but I really couldn't flee
From my problems
Said plenty of times that I hate people
Said plenty of times that I hate girls that fawn over
Guys I consider schmucks
Truth is I must hate myself
Most days
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
There is a reason why you are not mine,
There is no reason for me to whine...
I have lost my rhythm and rhyme,
I can only hope to revive and shine!
Alas! I will never be your future
But my dear, you shall always be my past.
The reason is - I still hold strong,
Though I know - You have moved on.
Don't know the reason why love *****
The reason why all men look schmucks
The reason why I wouldn't risk my luck
Nor leave my heart for others to pluck!
I once had a dream to walk down the aisle
I should be over that thought, in a while
For - there is a plot behind all those smiles
A vengeful lot behind all that style!
A reason to find fault, is all we search
A treason behind it, is what will emerge!
For reasons - you will find no lack, no dearth
And eventually realize the pain was not worth!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 8:24 AM UTC
From the off I neutralized them
One small brown man outfoxed the dummies
Drew their fangs and sat watching
The play by fools for uber fools
Left them chasing their tails and shadows
Just doing for doing sake
Lame duck controllers
Lame brains vigilantes
Deluded schmucks
************ to a
Closed play with
No Actors
Haha
ha
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
The upright has been uprooted
From the once shore of the.... Free!
The vile and barbarous
Now run the oil's...... Squeeze!
Pocketing, they make their run's
Breathing polluted air from man-made. Greed!
I can spit into the indignant sun
While my head burns from its..... ***
The law abiding has been rousted
Though we say no more! Get out the doors, of the white house you are.... Hosting!
We don't need no hosts
You Mason jokes
We need no smoke
Blown from your holes,
It's so **** tiring
Getting........ old!
Regain your soul's
If you have one of course,
Yes the people are irked
Yes the people are worked!
Many a dime from hard working
Being taxed up their............ bum's!
We're not taking anymore
You vacationing schmucks#
How's this for globalism
You globalist f#####!
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
we aint such dumb-fucks
as the MAN supposses
.
too many of us
with brown noses
mar the scene
but the truth's still here
.
we aint such schmucks
as to yield to fear
.
NO!
we gather together
and talk awhile
.
.
in the center of town
where the Clock Tower
is disintegrating
.
and City hall
does fall down
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 4:58 PM UTC
.
A stout and aged harlot, Ms Wargin
agreed to a collective bargain
with twenty five schmucks
for twenty five bucks
She coped by a very wide margin
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
I am so ******* done.
I am now a loaded gun,
So you’d better ******* run.
I am hateful, like a forsaken son,
I am spiteful, like the blazing sun.
An appetite for self-destruction,
Akin to handling dynamite without any instructions.
The chaotic disorder that runs amok,
The scavenging hoarder pillaging dead schmucks.
This language is those dark corners left unilluminated by love,
A savage from unknown lands coming over the ridge,
That unsated, insane impulse that turns push into shove.
Throbbing veins and demonic thoughts,
Sobbing dames and manic frauds.
Your mental kingdom, your palace of peace –
It all falls apart, piece-by-piece.
Hate is like a saboteur, sneaking in,
It robs life of its grandeur, sinking its teeth in.
Rhythm just doesn’t happen,
You feel stricken, like you’re borderline bed-ridden,
Feeling as used as a ***** napkin.
You see hate in every pair of dead eyes,
In every new set of ******* lies,
Whenever another inner child dies,
Whenever another bomb-dropping jet flies.
We have two languages, in this life –
The language of love, and the language of hate.
Which one do you want to speak?
Which realm do you seek?
Choose wisely;
Mistakes are not taken very kindly.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
Blood and liquor
Two barrels of sweat and tar
Five or six guys gotta show up in one car
Machinery and dump trucks
Poor schmucks
Pushing brooms and shovels
Down a road
with a story untold
And all the cars pass ******
Tempers short
Uncaring
Unappreciative
Suits and ties and brows left glaring
There's nothing like fresh asphalt under the tire's wearing
But the men and women on the road crews get ***** looks
For a hard day's work,
While you drive down the road staring...
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Trump has overseas businesses
& assures us he has no conflicts
here, there & everywhere ...
Oh well sure,
we're reassured that he won't
actually be using every angle,
turning every corner, fine-tuning
every legality to bring those dollars
rolling in ...
just as he did with Trump University,
his pitiful bottled water & steak props
at his 'news' conference, his ties made
in China, his Mar A Lago Winter White
House operation, his Trump jet rentals,
your seats next to the President-elect for
close to a cool million ...
his Paul Manafort with his Ukraine deals,
his numerous go-fers all bouncing around
from here to Moscow, his secret deals we'll
all soon know about, his money laundering
Azerbaijan hotel racket, his red ******* hats,
all your Trump makin' a buck wheelin' & dealin'
that continues as we speak ...
& the hell of it is all the poor schmucks who think
you're Daddy Bigbucks & would love the chance
to one day make it just as you, all gold this & big
that & pomp & privilege & trickle-down & *****
the little man, the brown man, the other man &
yes by Jesus he's the man to get it done,
he speaks our language,
feels our pain ...
the only language he speaks is monetary,
the only values he has are green-backed, the only
everyman he looks out for is the mark he's about
to take in Donald Trump's corner store 3 card monte.
Trump sure loves his money, & thanks you all for
this great opportunity to use the Presidency of this
here United States to just plain rake it in like a
chubby, orange Scrooge McDuck in his golden,
tingling, vast & filling basement.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC