I Don't Understand You At All
I don't understand you at all.
What has the tightening of my belt,
Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony?
Everywhere I look...
You Tease me with greed.
You offer my imagination,
A choice of varieties.
Even with my attempts to diet,
There are an array of them...
From which you bombard me to pick.
And no matter which one I select...
You create another method,
You say is more delicious.
I don't understand you at all.
What has the tightening of my belt,
Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony?
Everywhere I look...
You Tease me with greed.
You offer my imagination,
A choice of varieties.
Even with my attempts to diet,
There are an array of them...
From which you bombard me to pick.
And no matter which one I select...
You create another method,
You say is more delicious.
I don't understand you at all.
Are the warnings of a failing economy,
Just another one of your false calls?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying The Wrong Guys
To the artist you claim to support.
Why do you continue to rip off.
An abandon moral objective.
Just because advertisement says free.
Just buy a song or cd.
A single song, a single cd.
It is not an evil industry.
Most of artist produce their own labels.
And regardless they still receive their royalties.
Yet we still prefer the illegal activities.
The kingdom of piracy.
Just buy a song or cd.
With Google we spy everything.
Including these companies who offer premium downloads for a fee.
Outrageous as it might seem.
It's not even legal.
Write a complaint and its ignored.
The greed is even in our technology.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
The money that should be going to the musicians.
And it will be just wasted in all eventualities in legal fees.
99.9% of these artist are of the middle class.
Intellectual property.
The laws haven't quite caught up.
And they probably never will.
Just do what's right.
And buy a song or cd.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Is it the generation?
Please prove me wrong.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Is it the generation?
Please prove me wrong.
Do we not understand what we are promoting?
We do have a choice.
Even in hard times.
Remember that little jingle stuck in your head.
It keeps from falling so deep into a depression.
So let me ask you why is it you won't buy a song or cd?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Don't Get Offended By It
No one has said,
What you offer is not good enough.
Stop putting yourself down like that.
Get out of that rut!
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Stop being so negative.
Look at it this way...
Everyone does not recognize a diamond.
Some can not tell the difference between silver and gold.
And even though what you offer,
Is not my treat...
Does not mean someone else will not find you,
Delicious enough to eat.
I just happened to have started a new diet,
That's all!
Don't get offended by it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without The Money
It is always the economy,
Affecting needs.
Always it is!
And not one's education...
Flaunted as perceived.
It is always the economy,
That breathes and feeds on greed.
And no matter if one goes to college...
It is not the Masters or Doctorate degree,
That keeps one perched...
High on a pedestal for all to see.
Without the money,
All pretensions can be dropped.
Oh without that money,
All the bragging seems to stop.
And it is without money...
No one talks about what they've got.
Or fingerpops with a bee-bop hopped.
If money is not felt...
A sobbing begins with a flow,
That can not be mopped.
It is always the economy,
That breathes and feeds on greed.
And no matter if one goes to college...
It is not the Masters or Doctorate degree,
That keeps one perched...
High on a pedestal for all to see.
It is that MONEY!
That holds a head higher than clouds.
It is that money making days sunny.
That ties that magic knot!
And if the economy doesn't feed,
A feeding of greed one receives...
A boo-hooing of tears becomes the reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grapefruit Diet
Whos that waddlin down the street
Its just me cause I love to eat
Fudge and twinkies and deviled ham
Whos real flabby? yes, I am!
Every picture of mes
Gotta be an aerial view
Now my doctor tells me
Theres just one thing left to do
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Throw out the pizza and beer
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Oh, get those jelly donuts out of here
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Might seem a little sever
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Im gettin tired of my big fat rear
Blow, fatty!
Well, I used to live on chocolate sauce
Made sumo wrestlers look like kate moss
Walked down an alley and I got stuck
I got more rolls than a pastry truck
When Im all done eating
I eat a little more
When I leave a room
First I gotta grease the door
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Cant have another eclair
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
I gotta decrease my derriere
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
No more pie now
No more creme brulee
Lay off the gravy
And souffle
No french fri-yi-yies now
No ice cream parfait
Mr. cheese nacho
Stay away
Oh I think Id sell my soul
For a triple patty melt
But I need a boomerang
When I put on my belt
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Lay off the 3 musketeers
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Until my big booty disappears
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Eat em till theyre comin out of my ears
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
cause I havent seen my feet in years
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
I think Im about ready for a quarter pounder with extra cheese
I need a side order of onion rings
And dont forget to super-size that
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Enraptured
Tease those with the least...
That a college degree is needed.
Feed them greed to tax!
Sit back and watch them display dysfunctions.
And keep them addicted to that.
Make that part of a lifestyle to achieve.
With the spreading of misfit behavior...
And solicit to award as if the worst of it,
Are indeed opportunities!
Bombard everyone with a variety that is not needed.
And manufacture this with hype that is marketed...
With a sugarcoating to leave those who gloat,
In ecstasy!
Enraptured are they in states of mind.
These folks could be easily sold degradation,
Anywhere and at anytime!
It's quite elementary.
A successful feeding of eventual defeat.
And without the gloss of irradicable attachments.
You know the kind that is quickly dismissed...
As posing havoc against the status quo!
Although provides a slower,
More acceptable affect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vultures Who Dress to Impress
Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
Finger pointing and mouth pouting done.
'Yourself' the main one...
Dismissed from failures created.
Enemies easy to once select and pick,
Aren't so abundant or quick to solicit.
Those 'Peter and the Wolf' days fade.
A reliance on government officials...
Abound with the surrounding of internal corruption.
And distorting images cleansed by deceit!
Sweet cheese teasing to bait weak mice on Wall Street...
Has been eaten by the rats.
And they...
By those fat cats purring and wanting more.
Take a deep breath!
Those of you who viewed yourselves,
Next in line to dine as royalty.
With your assets protected!
Those trusted to enhance the feeding of your greed,
Have found exits with few left.
Leaving a patheticness to bleed.
And how can those historically disrespected,
Be connected or suspected?
When all of them had been fed like pigeons.
And not the Swans you wished to reflect.
It seems those you hand selected to protect your nest...
Have picked over the best and ran.
Did you think loyalty associates itself with gluttony?
Or crumbs from a feasting would be left on your plate?
Why would you ever believe,
Vultures who dress to impress...
Would have manners?
Or that cannibals when feeding,
Have concerns of etiquette.
While eating each others' flesh?
That is why your nest has been left in a mess!
And all of your eggs are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discipline Had Long Been Aborted
Incubated sensations begin to breathe breath.
The taste of temptation,
Comes with the birth that one gets...
Upon the teasing fields,
Of marketed dreams.
Some will say it is not best,
To bombard a thirst to quench with trinkets!
But others choose to select,
What they believe is best!
Until the teething has been satisfied.
And a hunger builds and becomes unrest.
The feeding that has begun,
Now becomes a stinging done!
A demanding has taken place.
Disrespect glares in one's face.
And nothing can replace that!
Since discipline had long been aborted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suffering From The Exhaustion
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Is not the fault of those...
Who have been hired to service,
Their needing to feast.
Or those who came to warn,
Of leaner days ahead.
Suffering from the exhaustion,
That has eliminated the feeding...
Of their own gluttonous greed,
Has been self inflicted.
With a sweetened ignorance,
All fed upon to do to choose...
A doing exactly what they pleased.
No matter who was stepped on or over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Even Volunteer to Treat
When people use others,
Then make attempts...
To have those 'doing' appear as fools,
They show themselves for who they are.
And eventually their campaigns,
To depict someone else as crazy and strange...
Will have their own abilities questioned.
And those impressions they once made disregarded.
The moral of this story is...
It is best to select from a menu,
That which is most delicious.
And pay for it out of your own pocket.
Don't even volunteer to treat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Pack Of Rabid Wolves
The only people attempting to get something for free,
Are those blocking the road...
Preventing the ones from claiming,
What rightfully belongs to them.
And they are the ones who are shunned.
While those of greed feed their gluttony selfishly.
Feeding like a pack of rabid wolves,
To move on to other territories....
In deceiving discreet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conservative Voices
Conservative voices,
Are better heard in the desert.
Pick one.
It doesn't matter which!
And left stranded,
With imagined visions...
Of a perfected way of life,
As an oasis.
Especially by those numbed,
And believing...
Words dripping from their parched lips,
Are not merely hallucinations...
From being out in the Sun too long,
Without sunscreen or thoughts connecting.
While feeding on a diet of delusions,
That has brought an entire society to the brink of disaster.
Hypnotized by their craze.
And influenced by their lust for greed!
Thank God the majority of the people,
Chose not to live in luxurious lofts!
Or highrise condos...
To experience daily nose bleeds.
With beliefs that they are living high and mighty.
Locked within recycled polluted air...
Sickening themselves,
At the price of a good view.
Just think of it...
If they were in their right minds,
Wouldn't they be greater than the claims being made?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expected To Deliver
The creating of feeding greed,
Has slowly become the focus...
Of everyone's priority.
And those who have been teased,
With the getting of entitlements...
Are addicted to the taste of it.
And those they select to then elect,
to represent their interests...
Are expected to deliver.
Regardless if the feasting,
Has little to nothing left.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Righteous Stances
Caught up they are,
Into a way of life fading.
Degraded!
They can not accept...
All remnants of it,
Are dieing quick.
Trading luxuries,
For the basics makes them sick!
The acts of resuscitation...
Is finding some snatching patches,
To hide fast a devastation!
As feeding greed continues to flow,
Even though the signs show
A reality comes to bestow on all...
Self righteous stances maintained to awe
Will not cushion the pain
Of a superficial existence contained.
No pleas to God will keep their lusts remaining!
And many will hold onto a hope
Their moping of bruised egos,
Excuses their gluttony!
As they try to barter the old shoes of fools...
Worn
For something to cook the flesh of rotting steak!
Adorned around necks to display a connection...
To lifestyles they realize now too late was fake!
Instead of finding something to open cans of food.
A 'thing' more useful,
When the groove of pretense...
No longer keeps others held,
In jealousies received to please demented tensions.
Or kept in suspense...
Like the 'starlets' some of them
Were led to believe they should create to tease,
The hunger of the masses!
Denied the right to live unmasked!
Those days are being trashed!
And soon will be over!
The dutiful job of being a snob...
Has been diminished,
At last!
To finish a continuance,
Of a humanity intended!
A task that will mend,
And end indifferences!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Kind Of Action Is Against The Law
We have tried everything in our power,
To ween them away from gluttony...
And their feelings of being entitled,
To devour selfishly...
As if they are the chosen ones,
To graze and feed an endless greed.
'mmm...I see.
Have you tried using guilt?
Sometimes people aren't aware,
They are hypocrites.'
We've introduced diets.
'I was going to suggest lobotomies.
But go on.'
Nothing can convince them,
Their feeding of greed is an economic disaster.
'And...
Where is the problem? '
We wish to prevent this disaster.
'Really? That's funny.
My grandfather believed,
Lessons taught was with a strap felt on the butt.'
That kind of action is against the law.
'Well...
Keep sugarizing them to sustain them in fantasy.
Eventually the taste for greeding will exhaust the supply.
That's a given.'
So...
You don't think hypnotism will work?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Toothless Floozies
Toothless floozies,
Take bites on bones
They know should be licked.
Not gnawed on by gums.
No matter how delicious,
These attempts are remembered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rare
I am acquainted with several people,
Who have earned BA, MA and Doctorate degrees.
And it would be wonderful 'if'...
Their knowledge and focus to obtain certificates,
Was as equally devoted in the use of their 'competence'...
As are their eyes on 'things' and what money brings.
With the assistance of decreasing but not adding onto...
The climbing economic deficit!
Not to say they are among those greedy.
Or perpetuating the increase of gluttony!
However...
If they are servicing the needy with a teaching how to feed,
They are to be applauded.
Since rare in a capitalistic society,
Are those motivated to show or expose...
Humanitarian qualities.
It is the feeding of a greed,
That most seek to achieve a higher degree of feeding.
There aren't too many Oprahs and Ellens,
Represented in the mix!
Being about to afford what they do has little to do with it.
And 'rare' are the minds that these two exhibit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bible and several other self help or enlightenment books cite the Seven Deadly Sins. They are: pride, greed, lust, envy, wrath, sloth, and gluttony. That pretty much covers everything that we do, that is sinful... or fun for that matter.
quote by Dave Mustaine
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Thigh Way (Song Parody of 'My Way')
to the tune of 'MY Way'
And now, my weigh-ins near
and my poor scale faces destruction
I've cheated, had some LITE beers
then gotten quotes for liposuction
I've eaten way past full
and then had one more for the highway
I've gotten old, I've gotten fat
don't diet my way!
Bagettes, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention
I love my salty snacks
but that's what gave me hypertension
I planned each 3 course meal
at greasy spoons along the highway
Ive gotten old
I've gotten fat
don't diet my way
Yes there were times when I was blue
Ice cream in quarts, I would go through
but through it all, despite the gout
I'd eat it in, or take it out
I ate it all, - and I'm not tall
don't diet my way
I've lunched, I've wined and dined
I've had my failed attempts at losing
but now my jeans just split
and it no longer seems amusing.
To think I ate it all
and may I say not in a shy way
I've gotten old, I've gotten fat
don't diet my way
For what is a meal without cake for desert
and JOGGING IS DANGEROUS - a guy could get hurt
I ate the foods I truly craved
and never once was fashion's slave
The weight-in shows, I need new clothes
don't diet my way!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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How Shall I Escape
Allergy symptoms, eyes skew, world upside
down everyone I know is gone, only empty
shells of ourselves left, the iron clamp on my
Hail Mary head still tightening-mea culpa-oh
yes I know full well something is wrong with
my vibrational skills I attract problems like a
magnet today, every choice made is wrought
with great danger-although what will happen
next is Heisenbergian uncertainty
I suspect it will continue the pattern of Unheil
und schmerzhafte Leidenschaft* - my early
morning attempt to change life into a lovely
safe place exploded and now I am lost at my
desk, the iron clamp tightening, tightening,
tightening still - and how shall I make my
escape - get a cup of coffee and regard
the world through a caffeine-induced
clearer eye?
*painful passion
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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