Crooks
It may be a little harsh,
To label what they do as such.
Perhaps another approach...
Would qualify their activities,
In a reproach that dignifies them
In our eyes.
How about 'lifters' of goodwill?
The term 'thieves' implies
Something done with merriment.
And today these 'misdeeds',
Are much too common!
Immediately an image of urban dwellers
Comes to mind!
You know...
The kind that are struggling to survive?
If we call them 'crooks'...
And dress them in suits and ties,
With briefcases and horn rimmed glasses...
Would that deliver the message quicker?
If they were placed in settings,
At the pinnacles of all that's cherished...
With worshipped ideologies,
AND adorn them with respected credentials.
Then we will feel less guilty,
When it is realized they represent
Our utmost values!
Let's just call them 'crooks'...?
And redefine our standards!
Only then,
Will all of our pretentiousness...
Come to an end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's Side Is He On?
They are doing the best they can,
To blame him for their slide...
Into obscurity.
And the crooks are on a campaign,
To show him in an unfavorable light.
One to ruin his integrity.
To prove to others,
His efforts wont succeed.
And he is the only one who has led,
To champion the truth.
As many who see this...
Have come to despise,
What the evil doers are pursuing to do.
Knowing that without him...
A demise he tries to prevent,
Will not stop a worship in the devilment.
'Who's side is he on?
He has destroyed our delusions.
And most of our fantasies are gone.
We simply can not have this.
Our values, standards and lifestyles...
Are losing a battle against our pretentiousness,
We must keep defended with an intensity meant.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hardworkers Not Crooks
Hardworkers,
Not crooks.
Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
Maybe perhaps a few of them were thieves.
But none showed me,
An abandonment of greed was fed publicly.
Whatever it took,
To accomplish any deed...
The satisfaction was in the doing.
And not at the expense,
Instilled in my integrity.
Materialism and other 'isms'
Of all kinds.
Was never on my agenda.
Or made to prioritize in my mind.
I needed to keep my identity defined.
And hardworkers not crooks,
Made sure that discovery was not hard for me to find!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hoping With Their Fingers Crossed
From the very moment they raided the kitchen,
To leave the cupboards and the shelves empty and bare...
Those who had been entrusted,
To oversee the supply in abundance there...
But stole what they could,
And ran like lieing thieves who connived...
Are now back on the scene in the same suits and ties.
Hoping with their fingers crossed,
That no one remembers who had their fingers in the cookie jars...
Long before their attempts to place the blame,
On the ones who came with rolled up sleeves and one purpose...
To permanently rid every rodent and remodel the entire house,
With a fresh coat of paint and furnishings...
That will restore accountability and integrity,
To once again have the occupants...
And everyone in the neighborhood,
Feeling proud that someone has focused with priority...
To finally move forward by naming every rat trying to come back,
These crooks are now on the defensive and innocence in their eyes...
Also display gestures,
Of having had an absence of memory for their misdeeds.
And of course...
They seek an attention to have everyone believe,
Their intentions are nothing but wholesome, honest and sincere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slick Crooks and Pampered Thieves
Hey...
You are not the lone ranger.
Being bamboozled and hoodwinked,
Has become as passé...
As long as concepts of dishonesty,
Has been effectively in place.
Today...
It is an honor to be discovered,
As one who deceives.
Those folks end up to write books.
Bestsellers turned into blockbuster movies.
Con artists now teach others,
How to wholesomely steal.
And how to perfect an innocent look...
To gain an empathy that is felt.
And maintain a life for them that's real.
So do not believe,
These people are without integrity.
It is just not the kind,
You wish to see publicly observed.
Those standards you keep,
Are more delusional today.
Folks have been trained to be slick crooks,
And pampered thieves.
And in this society...
There is no other way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Of Goodwill
The more one is charitable towards another,
More donations are expected to causes created.
And at one time philanthropy was a safe haven,
For those who were crooks...
To show themselves as people of goodwill,
And humanitarians!
Today those same thieves,
Are attempting to prove helping others...
Will eliminate them from doing good deeds.
Since an increase in their taxes,
Will force them to decrease...
Opportunities they've used to force others to bleed,
As a write off many of greed had grown accustomed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilty
Just tried to have fun raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far
It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty
I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty
My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Replaced By a Hasted Waste
Has the season of crooks come to an end?
Are people finally awakening,
To witness these actions as actual sins?
Nothing is gained in fulfillment long term...
When thieves retrieve something,
From others not earned!
Has selfish satisfaction lost its gratification?
Consequences must be repaid,
After pretentions lose an ignored sensation!
There is nothing like reality,
To come to stare in one's face.
Especially when disgrace comes to visit...
And replaced by a hasted waste!
And when these affects start to bleed those of greed,
It's remarkable to see...
The speed at which they are prepared,
To feed those of need!
Hoping a forgiveness unconditional...
Will mask such delayed deeds!
And pleas are heard with every mumbling word,
From a grief perceived that arrives not to leave!
Has the season of crooks come to an end?
Are people finally awakening,
To witness these actions as actual sins?
Nothing is gained in fulfillment long term...
When thieves retrieve something,
From others not earned!
Realizing in retreat,
It is 'their' lifestyles...
And a quality of pampered living,
They have destroyed and now burns!
Everywhere they seem to be suffering!
They can't believe it is now 'their' turn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put simply, I want to treat my readers as partners and not crooks. There is no future in calling your most active promoters crooks.
quote by Cory Doctorow
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Their Crooks
Members to parliament
Are elected by caste and creed.
Voters know some are crooks.
Yet they chose; they’ll be their crooks.
(02.07.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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None of That Sweet Mess
Hey, hey, hey...
Wait one minute.
IF you are going to quote me,
Do not do it out of context.
I did not call everyone in politics a moron.
Nor did I say all of the local politicians,
Were corrupted and half of them are crooks.
What I said was this...
Idiots shouldn't be in politics.
And lowlife thieves...
Who can't put two sentences together,
Or spell their names without assistance...
Should be banned from the process.
And relatives of fools should not be qualified to vote.
That's what I said.
Nothing makes me more angry than someone attempting,
To add sugar on what I like to serve.
AND what's on today's menu.
And today's dishes require salt and vinegar to satisfy.
None of that sweet mess on my...ssshhh...'STUFF'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worthless and Trifling
Forgers.
Circumventers.
Thieves.
Call them what you will.
Ambassadors of Cut and Paste.
Plagiarists with no taste.
Crooks.
Or folks no one should trust.
They are all over the place...
Doing their best to crush,
Someone else's good luck.
And they will use any scheme,
To demeam from their low self esteem.
And in their haste to do so...
They prove and show themselves to be,
Worthless and trifling human beings.
Who believe their actions,
Are not obviously seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ones Who Dare to Face Deceit
Those who 'snitch' and/or whistleblow,
And represent uncommon correctness...
Rarely today ever shown,
Are resented.
And this for them is felt and known.
This is not a new revelation expressed!
This has been a way of life,
For those who have ever spoken out...
In an unsolicited truthfulness.
The ones who dare to face deceit,
Are character assassinated...
By those above reproach.
Who take it upon themselves,
To ensure others meet defeat!
But those eventually inflicting those affected,
Finally are the ones 'used' to become victims too!
When the misdeeds they do to others,
Come to cripple their activities...
In ways displayed the Creator chooses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Planting Misdeeds
Envy and jealousy kept to keep to spread,
Eventually creeps into the heads of others.
And this feeling deep seated,
Increases in the minds of sisters and brothers...
To find them defeated every time.
With hidden agendas and secret plots to deplete,
Happiness shown of any kind
Leaving a hatred left to suffer by all.
Take a look.
Petty thieves, leeching crooks and deceivers...
Are everywhere planting misdeeds.
Ask yourself this question.
'With what effectiveness am I participating,
In the nurturing of weeds to kill the bloom of flowers?
And is my progress as successful as it can be? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's a difference between criminals and crooks. Crooks steal. Criminals blow some guy's brains out. I'm a crook.
quote by Ronald Biggs
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(Political Poem) Another Label
When I think of politicians
Their is only two kind evil and lesser evil.
Hit them at their homes the pretentious man says.
We will get the support of the people.
Not that we really need it.
Let them know their not alone.
Call it left, Call it from the right
Subliminal advertisement is just not right.
With hate I turn off my t.v.
For I just don't want see.
We say but that is of the real world.
I say go outside look around you.
Those people traveling in their cars.
Those people walking into the bar
Their are your fellow man.
Show them you care by saying no to these man in their suits and ties.
Hey man I just spend 1000 dollars on cloths I shall only wear for a day.
To throw away, or sell.
What the hell.
That would be my thoughts.
I have not one pair of clothing that I only worn once.
The cameras surround them like and actor their famous.
Should the famous be the ones who lead.
It takes a lot of greed
To be seen by the media as a fable.
Just another label.
Here's mine WE KNOW! ! !
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Despicable And Disrespecting Ways
Appalled and giving looks of disdain,
They with their exclusive and self righteous memberships...
Snear at others with blemished records.
From a past long ago regarded as youthfully spent.
And affecting any chance today they may walk upon water.
Of course...
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
As passers of the ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
And they who declare themselves above dirt and dust,
Have been the same ones supporting...
The marketing of decadence.
The very garbage surrounding us.
They are same ones driving up and down...
Trashed streets in deprived neighborhoods cruising.
Hoping anyone is soliciting to sell themselves,
As fresh meat.
And those of the self righteous,
Pay for a few minutes to get a quick taste.
Wasting no time showing their bravery,
To jump in someone's face to say...
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified,
To be a role model representing their high standards.
And who should be idolized by children,
Who neither can write nor read or speak English properly.
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
Passers of ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
Look around!
Who allowed the quality of life,
And foundations of kept standards and values...
To crumble down?
The poor, hungry and homeless?
Victims of not being deceivers, crooks or blatant thieves.
And they are brave enough to look in someone's face.
The ones who place themselves on high pedestals...
To say,
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified to represent their high standards.
While expressing themselves to be forever hypnotized,
By their fantasized delusions.
And despicable and disrespecting ways on display,
Boasting about what they have, who they are...
In social name dropping sessions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grandiose Approaches
Those grandiose approaches spoken,
From podiums to deliver token speeches made...
While the ones running to be elected,
To represent the best of delusions...
Dress in tailored suits and silkened ties,
With patriotic symbols affixed to lapels.
As if to yell an affiliation to make this clear,
An intention to elicit those sitting in their seats...
To stand and cheer.
With a sending of signals to the listener,
Every two to four years...
They are in the midst of a campaign season.
And everything to fix their problems...
Is understood what the people wish to hear.
No matter if it appears to the people...
Not a word is mentioned,
Of when their needs promised will be met.
Yet...
A selling of an image is more important,
To impress.
Than the reality of the lives they live.
Left to go unaddressed...
But great are the performances that stun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hospitable Hosts
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
But a gathering of thieves does not perfume the air.
No matter what is used to diffuse the stench...
Many are proud to stink so loudly.
As viewed with noses lifted high in despair.
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
Some even pretend to be humanitarian.
If not tax deducting philanthropers.
However...
Those who know they are straight up crooks,
Are the most entertaining and hospitable hosts.
They ensure everyone is provided comfort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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System of Deceit and Secrecy
So above the law are thieves.
They've devised their own system,
Of deceit and secrecy.
And denounce they do,
Those who speak truth.
With a certainty to ruin their lives.
And crooks have others believe...
They should feel threatened,
By 'these' enemies out to destroy...
Their comforts and accustomed ease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Meant to Be Included
Values and standards!
Are they goals to maintain.
A way of life,
Kept sustained to remain.
Or are they ideals out of reach.
Wth a hope that one day,
A practice accepted...
Will not be preached.
Values and standards!
When created,
What was the intention.
To reflect mindsets,
In public display of pretentions.
Or were diversed cultures,
Meant to be included in this 'plan'.
Since no worthy growth has been detected.
And fellowship and goodwill seems to have been arrested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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