Expect a Sudden Awakening
While folks were concerned about being politically correct,
And expressing proper etiquette...
They were being ripped off by professional crooks.
With slick wardrobes and fresh faced looks.
And being lied to by elected officials,
While degradation was being marketed on airwave stations.
And sold to appease to all on their TVs!
The best of crimes found their way on bookshelves.
By authors who renounced their misdeeds,
With confessions of how they made millions...
As inside traders doing stints on Wall Street.
And thieves became praised by every child exposed.
While designers of decadence,
Produced their logos and symbols on expensive clothes.
And those who wished to do the right thing...
Became disrespected,
Because they weren't in debt...
Chasing the American Dream.
Now that everyone seems to be in 'hock'...
There are calls from the government that this greed has to stop!
But a way of life that has been perfected to seduce...
Has reduced truth and reality into insignificance.
While those who fed the addictions now dreaded...
Expect a sudden awakening of many without common sense.
And a miracle that will restore their shores,
From the hands of foreign investors...
Collecting every dime that is spent!
This is not incompetence.
This is stupidity and madness at its best.
And...
Signed, sealed, delivered
As approved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow The Leader
For the first time,
Questions are raised
As to who was paid
To keep the innocent deluded...
When the sky was caving in.
As celebrations kept them numbed.
And receptive to refuse signs of truth.
Even when their foundations were seen crumbling...
The passing of the buck was done real quick!
And marketed to heights,
Was a slipping of greatness.
To keep festivities light and bright,
With accepting sleaze.
Left to the thieves...
Who were praised on Wall Street!
For the first time,
Questions are raised
As to who was paid
To keep the innocent deluded...
When the sky was caving in.
And the bombardment of terrorists,
Successfully kept attention...
Away from 'inside' misdeeds committed,
As crooks with political ties...
Perfected economic sins!
To pocket and divide.
Disgust is not enough to slow...
The effective falling of dominos!
When so many have been suckered to play,
Follow the leader.
And made to obey incompetence displayed.
Without dispute to mute.
Or boot this failure away...
In a straitjacket.
To muzzle.
And then lynched to commence healing.
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Disturbed Psychologically
A ripping apart of 'standards'
Does not occur
When people have been politically correct.
Or profess to have qualities that are perfectly expressed,
With a display of proper etiquette.
A ripping apart of 'standard's like those witnessed,
Occurs
When people are disturbed psychologically.
And desperately wish to be correct!
By pointing out the flaws of others.
Enforcing their own beliefs,
To such a degree...
They seek to be bailed out,
From their own failures created.
And 'everyone'...
Whether ostracized or despised,
By racist insecurities or flat out lies told...
Pays a price to right these wrongs,
Condoned by crooks.
Whose peers are also professional thieves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Signed, Sealed & Delivered
Like a fool I went and stayed too long
Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong
Oo, baby, here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!
Then that time I went and said goodbye
Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry
Oo, baby, here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!
CHORUS
Here I am baby
Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm yours
(You got my future in your hands)
Here I am baby
Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm yours
(You got my future in your hands)
I've done a lot of foolish things
That I really didn't mean, didn't I?
Seen a lot of things in this old world
When I touch them, they mean nothing, girl
Oo, baby, here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!
Oowee baby, you set my soul on fire
That's why I know you're my heart's only desire (to CHORUS)
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours
Like a fool I went and stayed too long
Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours
Then that time I went and said goodbye
Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours
Here I am baby
Oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
Here I am baby,
Oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours)
I've done alot of foolish things
That I really didn't mean
Hey, hey, yea, yea, didn't i, oh baby
Seen alot of things in this old world
When I touched them they did nothing, girl
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours, oh I'm yours
Oo-wee babe you set my soul on fire
That's why I know you are my only desire
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours
Here I am baby
Oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
Here I am baby,
Oh, you've got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours)
I've done alot of foolish things
That I really didn't mean
I could be a broken man but here I am
With your future, got your future babe (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
Here I am baby, (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
Here I am baby, (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, I'm yours)
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People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Signed, Sealed, Delivered Im Yours
Like a fool I went and stayed too long
Now Im wondering if your loves still strong
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, Im yours
Then that time I went and said goodbye
Now Im back and not ashamed to cry
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, Im yours
Here I am baby
Oh, youve got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed delivered, Im yours)
Here I am baby,
Oh, youve got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed, delivered, Im yours)
Ive done alot of foolish things
That I really didnt mean
Hey, hey, yea, yea, didnt i, oh baby
Seen alot of things in this old world
When I touched them they did nothing, girl
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, Im yours, oh Im yours
Oo-wee babe you set my soul on fire
Thats why I know you are my only desire
Oo baby, here I am, signed, sealed delivered, Im yours
Here I am baby
Oh, youve got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed delivered, Im yours)
Here I am baby,
Oh, youve got the future in your hand
(signed, sealed, delivered, Im yours)
Ive done alot of foolish things
That I really didnt mean
I could be a broken man but here I am
With your future, got your future babe (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, Im yours)
Here I am baby, (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, Im yours)
Here I am baby, (here I am baby)
Here I am baby (signed, sealed delivered, Im yours)
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Signed Sealed Delivered
Like a fool I went and stayed too long.
Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong.
Oh baby, here I am
Signed Sealed Delivered, I'm Yours
Now, that time I went and said Goodbye
Now I'm back and not ashamed to cry.
Ooh baby, here I am
Signed Sealed Delivered, I'm Yours
I'm yours baby
Here I am baby ,now
You've got my future in your hands yeah
Seen A Lot Of Things in this old world,
But when I touched them, they meant nothing girl
Ooh baby, here I am
Signed Sealed Delivered, I'm Yours
I've done a lot of foolish things,
That I really didn't mean.
Ooh Baby, Here I am,
Signed sealed delivered, I'm yours
Here I am baby,
You've got my future in your hands baby...
Yeah..
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Love Of Family And Country
Those who flaunt their social status...
With a pretentious pride,
Of being amongst the elite...
Are so far removed from truth.
Even seen caught in the act of treason...
Gives them an additional reason,
To apologize for being unwise...
For deciding a particular time of day,
Was not the best moment to feed a greed.
With an explanation that a love of family and country,
Led them to their current circumstance and corrupted ways.
And a forgiveness for their misdeeds is what is wished.
And...
Their pleas are accepted!
Books are published.
Movie deals are made.
And a fresh wave,
Of corrupted ideals are encouraged to flourish.
As an inappropriate use of language,
That offends those lusting their uppercrust positions...
Is censored.
Thus eliminating the abuse 'perceived'...
By those chosing a politically correct point of view,
To keep hidden their own ignorant incompetence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have seen that the American Dream is a reality - and I would love to feel the British Dream is also a reality. To enable that, we have to bring back some common sense and encourage family values, a proper sense of justice and make people believe they have a decent chance to build a business or career for themselves. I see this moment as a fantastic opportunity to restore this, because I believe Britain Has Talent.
quote by Simon Cowell
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It Is Disgusting How Our Standards Are Being Degraded
Why didn't witnesses stop a gang rape?
Why are there shootings on our streets?
Why are there crimes committed for everyone to see?
Why is there homelessness and hunger?
Decadence and disrespect?
No discipline and racism.
And all of this marketed without end?
On TV screens and movie houses.
And video games sold and made for our children.
To entertain their temptations, whims and sins?
Who knows 'why' witnesses didn't stop a gang rape?
Maybe everyone wanted to get a shot at being on 'reality tv'.
OR...
Maybe they were fascinated by the idea of public sex!
You know how these kids can get?
Where do they get such values?
And it is disgusting how our standards are being degraded,
Isn't it?
'I for one,
Am deeply appalled! '
And 'all' have been deeply moved to apathy.
Which is the correct reflection of this society.
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Insinuations Applied With Allegations
Today,
It would be safe to say...
That those ushered into hiding,
Can come out from wherever they are.
Since what is going on now,
By far,
Exceeds any displeasures....
They voiced that rubbed against,
Anyone who is not convinced...
More than worms have been released,
From sheltered and unopened cans.
Insanity seems far more in demand,
Than designer clothes!
I've seen more exposed butts in the past few months...
Than any revealed in a hospital delivery ward!
I've heard folks cuss themselves out IN church.
And then turn around in their pews...
To lift their hands up in praise!
Folks are crazed!
And they are seeking answers!
For these days...
Munched on like animals.
With a craving for more!
Gnawing until annoyed...
In fields they consciously grazed into a daze.
Of course...
It is not from their bad diets.
Lack of discipline.
Irresponsibility and lack of respect!
Of course...
It is not from their deceptiveness.
Character assassinations,
Done to perfect.
Of course...
It is not from a greed fed to children,
Who are protected for every crime they commit.
Of course...
It is not from corrupted politicians,
Reflecting the lawlessness of the government!
Of course...
It is not the visions marketed and sold on TV.
With remedies to heal sexual dysfunctions.
And glamorized news of highlighted crimes that appeal.
Of course...
It is not rascism some see that bleeds the economy.
With jobs exported overseas for more greed to feed.
Of course...
It is not a total break down of a quality of life at all.
Of course not!
Those are insinuations applied with allegations,
Successfully tossed aside!
And those coming out of hiding...
Can now witness their delusions being freed,
From tormented beliefs!
In a manner 'reality' keeps 'some' truths accepted.
While others are debated before they qualify,
To be tried!
Of course...
Not!
Not by those with accusatory eyes!
They still suffer from symptoms,
Teased by leftover myths!
'Garbage in/Garbage out...and loved! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are Waiting For Him To Fail
They are waiting for him to fail!
'Who?
Waiting for 'who' to fail? '
President Obama?
'Have you seen the signs of decadence?
How long have people stood by?
Many sitting on the fence.
As generations fed greed...
And slimed the skyline,
With crooks and thieves!
To leave your pockets now empty.
Who has already failed who here?
Your local leeching politicians...
Proving their incompetence to fill leading positions?
This stench has been left to nurture,
Long before your thoughts of a Black man
Being your President,
Slammed that reality and you to the floor.
That 'ridiculous' idea...
Is at everyone's front door now.
And he did not run to become elected,
To further failures long neglected.
However...
If he 'is' here to fail,
To succumb to fools with those wishes...
The only thing they would notice about 'that',
Would be the fact he carries the pressures of being Black.
And any good deed that succeeds,
Will be ignored.
He comes to lead!
Not to deplete your sanity with deceit.
Even though this activity might continue,
To leave those who may be seeking more of it...
Left craving in withdrawal pains! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Hollow Minds of Demented Men
Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
The oil made them spoiled.
And their souls have been sold.
And people witness the environment,
Being destroyed because of their greed...
And indefinite ignorance.
Everything that lives will suffer,
The experience inflicted by this tolerance.
Allowed and followed...
To benefit more decadence.
That now becomes everyone's to swallow...
From the hollow minds of demented men.
Who can no longer mask their wicked tasks,
Or their incompetence lacking common sense.
That has never been aligned with mental substance at all.
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Tilted Halos
An esteemed sports figure,
Conducts a news conference...
To reveal his taste for sleaze.
And I turn on my TV,
To see the sleaze marketed.
This sports figure announces,
His cheating filthy ways.
I hear the minister reveal his demons.
And from a pulpit,
He declares he has sinned.
The star of sports,
Has had an assortment of sexual trysts.
He reflects a generation raised up with this.
Sexual pleasures and enhancements to aid...
Are marketed and advertised everywhere these days.
Decadence is as common as a child heard cursing.
People are witnessed disrespecting themselves...
With exposed abandonment.
And yet...
Those self righteous deceiving as hypocrites,
Come together in a collective judgements passed...
To say how appalled they are,
By confessions made...
At a news conference!
And none with their tilted halos...
Have been observed to walk on water!
And none are alarmed...
By a standard of life,
Once said to glisten with quality and values...
That now floats in gutters of swill!
Garbaged as a consciousness accepted!
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Even In The Midst Of It
What now can be said to those led to believe...
To have and to flaunt,
Would bring them a life other's wished.
And this would be envied with jealousy!
The kind of jealousy that brought to them,
An ego lift!
But then a foundation,
Crumbles from under their feet.
Not only do they realize they've been lied to...
But they've been used as part of the deceit.
This was not the plan!
Or was it?
To become degraded like this?
Upon these stolen lands?
And these same folks for most of their lives,
Have been taught to look down from upturned noses...
While they welcomed crooks into their homes,
To hoodwink them.
And as these decayed façades,
Display a hollowed shallowness...
They still remain self righteous.
Even in the midst of it!
Their own created crisis.
But...
This was not the plan!
Or was it?
To become degraded like this?
Upon these stolen lands?
And forced to foreclose...
Property,
To be sold...
To foreign hands?
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The Authority of Self Expression
Who are you to choose what I do is not suitable?
And...
Who made you the authority of self expression?
Who fell ill and was left crazed?
Who announced you a scholar of prim and proper ways?
Chill that lip around me, please.
My days weren't hand fed by a highly paid nanny.
Nor did I grow to know life through chit chat and gossip.
However...
I have experienced 'intelligent ignorance'.
You know...
The kind that is confined to reading books,
To uncover an interpretation of correctness and etiquette.
Written by someone who deplores common sense.
And suffocates from a corked behind.
That is the way from here it looks.
As if someone is walking,
Trying their best to hold tightly onto a thin dime.
Who are you to choose what I do is not suitable?
And...
Who made you the authority of self expression?
And...
Who announced you a scholar of prim and proper ways?
Who fell ill and was left crazed?
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Enslaved In Cages to Rage!
A nation has created their own welfare state.
By producing divisions to colorize,
And incarcerate.
Racism to enforce hatred!
Has historic beginnings observed.
Those who took advantage,
Have been mostly incompetent.
And using segments of the population...
To entertain their lack of sense.
Now with an economic crisis,
Fed on gluttony they've created as a breeding,
To feed their needs.
Actions of decadence has for them come to an end.
And they dare to point fingers...
These whiners spoiled,
In tantrums like little children.
Living to have good credit...
To decide who receives a loan!
And sharing amongst themselves like thieves.
To dispense what they steal to build ideals...
With a continued tax on things,
Folks will never outright own!
Crooks have broken their proud foundations.
And devastated standards they have made.
Insuring to incite riots,
And civil wars among the self righteous.
To further degrade in a deepened isolation.
Like animalistic cannibals!
Enslaved in cages to rage!
A nation has created their own welfare state.
By producing divisions to colorize,
And incarcerate.
To only bait themselves on addictions without help!
And to craze in their final days!
**We must open our eyes,
From the madness we have slept.
Telling all who will listen...
Of the horrors that have kept us,
Subconsciously numb...
In American Dreams! **
~And so,
It has come to pass...
It seems.
NOTE:
**Opening lines from poem, 'In American Dreams'
Written by: Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Do Have a Choice
I disagree.
You do have a choice.
Either you do it as requested.
Or...
I take it away with your blessing.
Where have you been?
Greed is the basis of this economy.
Not your well being.
If that was the case...
All of us would be living in luxury.
And controling the government,
Like the folks on Wall Street do.
What other foolish ideas do you have?
Your reality has been based on deceit.
When all that you know...
Is getting loans and having good credit,
You have less cash to grasp.
And you give that up very fast.
To maintain a gain for you that does not last.
Stop paying your taxes.
On anything you own.
You'll either be sitting on cold concrete.
Or find yourself on your behind...
Either on the streets,
Or on wet or dry grass.
I disagree with your assessment wholeheartedly.
You do have a choice.
Haven't you been allowed to express that freely?
Haven't you elected those...
To do that for you deliberately?
Where have you been?
Entertaining your delusions...again! ?
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Cheapness Fed the Greed
A cheapness fed the greed.
Until the addictions of those greedy soared.
Few predicted the cheapness would increase...
And left the price of it ignored.
Without a noticable decrease.
As those who produced the cheapness knew...
Demand for what they had would grow.
They made the price for this commodity more expensive.
And watched those of greed,
Plead to lower a cheapness known...
When a quality of life loved and overblown,
Would eventually have them all on their knees in groans!
To suffer like passengers riding tightly in the backseat...
Enjoying the view.
But unaware of what those saw coming towards them,
From the front!
A gaping hole would swallow them.
One they did not wish to confront!
However...
A cheapness fed the greed.
Until the addictions of those greedy soared.
Few predicted the cheapness would increase...
And left the price of it ignored.
Without a noticable decrease.
And all of those riding feasted...
Until an abrupt detoxing came to stop them.
To leave them in pain from cheap feeding.
With wishes to heal from it quickly.
But this expense they could not afford.
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