"slumlord" poems
People are lonely, bored and love to gossip.
People hate when others try to go for success.
Tourist see only the pretty parts of my area.
They never see ghetto type buildings that need paint.
I'm stuck in a job with no chance to advance.
My landlord is businessman who's a slumlord.
The place I rent is in need of many repairs.
It's nearly New York type expensive to live in my area.
Can't afford a better place so I'm stuck.
I'm stuck at a job with no chance to advance.
People's bad attitude at life is depressing.
I'm not happy living in Northern Michigan at all!
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
Little fuzzy elephant
chasing her first
LION
Do the hot chili pepper dance
Vooooooo Dooooo woman
Bow to HER, clay-man, walker in the day, man
all servants to shay-tan
Cherry cotton blossom killer
slumlord white powder thriller
****** sticks to kids
****** sticks to kids
****** sticks to kids
No god can forgive our sins
There is no life without
an end
Stainless steel I bend
under rail road cars as my
head spins
**** me now, coward
do me that favor
I'm a warrior with flavor,
so like it, life I will savor
Help me God, por favor
nessicito Allah, my soul is pour
My eyes turn to pitchers as
my brothers turn into 1 man martyrs
Victims of every veterans second war,
the war inside & at home
Surah An Nas 100 times tonight
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
been giving rainbows jumpstarts in grey areas
ever since point blank range became the metric
of a total *****
And yeah, that **** hurt.
But you can go now and be the perpetual **** mist
on a black fob in a wishing Hell.
And I hope
you do.
but i must account for my many wounds
by giving fewer ***** about you
and Jupiter will always be the bully
your Mercury sleeps with…
unless the hole in your actual argument
is also the enemy of the Point.
but you sand
witch…
i clock blind rubies by their dozens,
spinning up red ogres and margarine-
in a sheer toast to our fallen comrades
that had other souls to bargain with
but only our fondest hopes
to herald… even as our slumlord daffodils
deign to embark upon new meadows
where cave ravens steep sunshine mead
in preposterous bogotas.
the faucet of every lake dreamt is a drain,
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
I was a rich tycoon who was obsessed with greed.
I wanted more and more money even though it was something I didn't need.
Something happened to me and I'd like to explain how but I can't.
My personality completely changed after I had a heart transplant.
Instead of wanting to make more money, I'm giving money to the poor.
Things completely changed after my operation, I'm nothing like I was before.
I own four apartment buildings and I was a slumlord.
The tenants hated me, I wasn't a man who they adored.
The apartments weren't fit to live in but I had all of them repaired.
In the past, I didn't give a **** about my tenants but now I care.
I learned that my new heart came from a man who was only twenty years old.
Before he died of cancer, he was the salt of the earth with a heart of gold.
He gave money to charities and always put his needs before the needs of others.
When I got his heart, I also got his personality and I think of all men as brothers.
I don't know how this happened but there is one thing that I do understand.
I've become a very good person because I received the heart of a good man.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC