Satirical Poems
#satirical
Satirical poems use satire to ridicule vices and shortcomings. The satire genre mocks the weaknesses of individuals, governments, corporations or society itself.
SimpleTon
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:52pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:52pm
Anarchist brainstorming!
Anarchist brainstorming sessions at a secret location (five star hotel in London).
Conference leader "Before we stop for tea, cake and biscuits let's hear from Team one."
Team one member: "My name is Malcolm and I am an anarchist. Big up the Hendon on Thames branch, we fight the power every Wednesday at my brothers tapas bar."
Course leader: "You are out of control having tapas and planning to rock the world. It's what we fight for. Freedom Warrior please tell us about your teams brainstorm!"
Team one member:
"Our group was discussing...
Conference leader "Before we stop for tea, cake and biscuits let's hear from Team one."
Team one member: "My name is Malcolm and I am an anarchist. Big up the Hendon on Thames branch, we fight the power every Wednesday at my brothers tapas bar."
Course leader: "You are out of control having tapas and planning to rock the world. It's what we fight for. Freedom Warrior please tell us about your teams brainstorm!"
Team one member:
"Our group was discussing...
#politics
#satirical
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 11:43am
18th Feb 2019 11:43am
Hail Jim Carrey
Hail Jim Carrey, thanks for Ace-
Ventura it was funny.
Blessed art thou among comics,
and blessed is the fruit of thy acting;
All-of-your-other-movies.
Holy Carrey, comedian of God,
jest for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Alrighty then.
Ventura it was funny.
Blessed art thou among comics,
and blessed is the fruit of thy acting;
All-of-your-other-movies.
Holy Carrey, comedian of God,
jest for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Alrighty then.
#religion
#spiritual
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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SimpleTon
Poem Published
16th Feb 2019 9:08am
16th Feb 2019 9:08am
Minor to miner looking for an angel
The dead man
Lived in a tent
He had no family
He had no friends
He died alone on his lonely strip of land
A smile on his face and scars on his hands.
Few knew the truth
He was just a weirdo, a joke and a folk tale
Seventy four years mining
He started as a minor
A child removed from school
Prospecting for Gold
He was a labourer for his dad
The Welshman who went to America to become better
He was a respected coal miner
He had learned in the tavern of a local legend of hidden gold in the mountains
He had a...
Lived in a tent
He had no family
He had no friends
He died alone on his lonely strip of land
A smile on his face and scars on his hands.
Few knew the truth
He was just a weirdo, a joke and a folk tale
Seventy four years mining
He started as a minor
A child removed from school
Prospecting for Gold
He was a labourer for his dad
The Welshman who went to America to become better
He was a respected coal miner
He had learned in the tavern of a local legend of hidden gold in the mountains
He had a...
#satirical
#historical
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2 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
14th Feb 2019 10:36pm
14th Feb 2019 10:36pm
Fallen Cherub
Your condescending glances
are the nails of crucifixion.
I'd gladly hang upon a cross
to be freed from this affliction.
The stench of sarcastic silence
lies relentless on my skin.
I use the blood from open wounds
to wash away the sin.
Burdened by the blasphemy,
a fire of rage consumes.
Your scent of pain and fragile fear,
the sweetest of perfumes.
I'll pin your wings into the earth
with arrows from your quiver,
and eviscerate the heart within
while feasting on your liver.
So never...
are the nails of crucifixion.
I'd gladly hang upon a cross
to be freed from this affliction.
The stench of sarcastic silence
lies relentless on my skin.
I use the blood from open wounds
to wash away the sin.
Burdened by the blasphemy,
a fire of rage consumes.
Your scent of pain and fragile fear,
the sweetest of perfumes.
I'll pin your wings into the earth
with arrows from your quiver,
and eviscerate the heart within
while feasting on your liver.
So never...
#murder
#satirical
#funny
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 1:11pm
13th Feb 2019 1:11pm
New isn't good enough
New is boring
Old is broken down
Vintage is cool
Iconic is old tech on the forefront
Even though it never really took off
Spaceview
Timeless
Ironic
Old is broken down
Vintage is cool
Iconic is old tech on the forefront
Even though it never really took off
Spaceview
Timeless
Ironic
#satirical
32 reads
2 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
12th Feb 2019 4:24am
12th Feb 2019 4:24am
Daydreaming
Daydreaming about how awesome I am
So lost in thought I do not see the tram
Yes siree, I’m pretty good aren’t I ---SLAM!
So lost in thought I do not see the tram
Yes siree, I’m pretty good aren’t I ---SLAM!
#rhyming
#satirical
#funny
39 reads
3 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
12th Feb 2019 4:17am
12th Feb 2019 4:17am
Curse it Tercet!
Call office in the morning. Ring Ring Ring
Sorry boss but I’m too ill to come in.
Now…. Let the Netflix movie binge begin!
Put a rolled up sock down my underwear
To make me appear well endowed down there
Itch all night ‘cos it was made from mohair
Talking to a boring guy at the bar
Who won't stop talking...
Sorry boss but I’m too ill to come in.
Now…. Let the Netflix movie binge begin!
Put a rolled up sock down my underwear
To make me appear well endowed down there
Itch all night ‘cos it was made from mohair
Talking to a boring guy at the bar
Who won't stop talking...
#relationships
#rhyming
#satirical #funny
#satirical #funny
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 10:45pm
6th Feb 2019 10:45pm
The Third Dead Bird
While driving to work earlier today, I came to a country road where a considerable gathering of birds were basking gleefully on the warm sun-enriched pavement. Hoping they would scatter and fly out of my way, as any wise bird usually does, I didn’t touch the brake. Regrettably, halfway through the flock an unlucky fledgling hit the grill of my car. In the rearview mirror, I saw that I had killed it, as it lay limp amidst its more-fortunate community members.
Returning down that road later in the day, the birds had settled again in my way. I drove cautiously this time as not to harm...
Returning down that road later in the day, the birds had settled again in my way. I drove cautiously this time as not to harm...
#death
#birds
#satirical #ShortStory
#satirical #ShortStory
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
28th Jan 2019 11:15am
28th Jan 2019 11:15am
Pseudo Intellectual
I am a pseudo intellectual;
The most intelligent person you’re likely to meet
All of my opinions are solidly factual
You may now kiss my educated feet
You’ll oft times find me in downtown cafes
And hip bars where you’ve never been
Pretending to write sophisticated essays
About foreign films that you've never seen
I wear big, black rimmed glasses on my face
Even though there's nothing wrong with my eyes
I carry my laptop around in a vintage case
And have a collection of snazzy bow ties
I’m well...
The most intelligent person you’re likely to meet
All of my opinions are solidly factual
You may now kiss my educated feet
You’ll oft times find me in downtown cafes
And hip bars where you’ve never been
Pretending to write sophisticated essays
About foreign films that you've never seen
I wear big, black rimmed glasses on my face
Even though there's nothing wrong with my eyes
I carry my laptop around in a vintage case
And have a collection of snazzy bow ties
I’m well...
#rhyming
#satirical
#funny #admiration
#funny #admiration
67 reads
6 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 1:38am
20th Jan 2019 1:38am
The Boston Strangler
The Boston Strangler is after me
He’s chasing me through the brush
The blue glow of the moon lets me see
So I don't step in bovine mush
I run out into a grassy paddock
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo
It’s faint but I run towards it
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”
I know that his intentions
are not benevolent.
The aroma of cow poo
is now quite prevalent.
I see a boxcar in the distance
with a...
He’s chasing me through the brush
The blue glow of the moon lets me see
So I don't step in bovine mush
I run out into a grassy paddock
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo
It’s faint but I run towards it
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”
I know that his intentions
are not benevolent.
The aroma of cow poo
is now quite prevalent.
I see a boxcar in the distance
with a...
#scary
#satirical
#funny #monsters
#funny #monsters
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 6:27pm
17th Jan 2019 6:27pm
Opposites
Opposites, Opposites
They say that they attract
Is that the truth or
is it free of fact?
Opposites, Opposites
let's put 'em under magnifying glasses
and observe them on the dancefloor of life
shaking their polarized arses
They seem to be drawn together
like a positive and negative ion
this poem is just as good
as anything by Lord Byron
Lord Byron was O.K.
but he was no Rex Durkin
And apparently he was rubbish in bed
as useless as a three pubed merkin
Opposites, Opposites
think...
They say that they attract
Is that the truth or
is it free of fact?
Opposites, Opposites
let's put 'em under magnifying glasses
and observe them on the dancefloor of life
shaking their polarized arses
They seem to be drawn together
like a positive and negative ion
this poem is just as good
as anything by Lord Byron
Lord Byron was O.K.
but he was no Rex Durkin
And apparently he was rubbish in bed
as useless as a three pubed merkin
Opposites, Opposites
think...
#rhyming
#satirical
#funny #dirty
#funny #dirty
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1 Comment
RexDurkin
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 2:47am
17th Jan 2019 2:47am
Dirt
So C'mon bitch
Dish the dirt
What did you find out?
Suzie is sleeping with Jack
of this there is no doubt
Oh my word how could he?
if she finds out she'll be hurt
What a juicy wormy grimey
piece of succulent dirt.
Ok now it's your turn
Your turn to dish the dirt
Who was that guy from the other night?
the one in the puffy shirt
Well I heard from a solid sauce
he couldn't cut the mustard in the sack
cos all he ever wants to do
is smoke a pipe of crack
So that's...
Dish the dirt
What did you find out?
Suzie is sleeping with Jack
of this there is no doubt
Oh my word how could he?
if she finds out she'll be hurt
What a juicy wormy grimey
piece of succulent dirt.
Ok now it's your turn
Your turn to dish the dirt
Who was that guy from the other night?
the one in the puffy shirt
Well I heard from a solid sauce
he couldn't cut the mustard in the sack
cos all he ever wants to do
is smoke a pipe of crack
So that's...
#relationships
#satirical
#funny
34 reads
2 Comments
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