Pay Up
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.
So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.
So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '
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Told to Go to a Heated Place
People are crazed.
And don't know what they want.
They want the government out of their lives.
And yet they want to be protected from terrorists.
As well as those they know,
Who are revealed to be thieves.
Their next door neighbors...
Who have committed petty crimes.
The ones who drive Benzes and Mercedes.
They wish not to pay another tax.
But expect free this and that...
And become angered,
When they spend their last dime.
Wasted on craps.
And other casino traps.
No second best!
They want to be better than the rest.
They want to build and show progress.
They want their stores stocked like packed nests.
They want to dress and stop breaths...
Because they want to look so good!
Moisturized, tanned and...
Buffed.
And they want to pocket huge dollars for doing,
Less than they should.
ALL...
Delivered by the Good Witch from the East,
Glenda!
Remember her from the Wizard of Oz?
Glenda?
The one who promised Dorothy,
If she really wanted...
She could and 'would' get back to Kansas.
Or get that which her heart truly desired.
Just with the clicking of her pumped and Rubied heels.
Three times.
And...
That's all it would take!
'Please let me get back to a credit A rating!
Please let me get back to a credit A rating!
Please let me get back to a credit A rating! '
People are crazed.
And don't know what they want.
They want also to be the first to occupy 'Space'.
You know...
Outer Space?
With much of that 'inner' space between their ears vacant.
They want the government out of their lives.
Day and night,
Loudly they make this clear.
But want their interests protected by those they elect...
Done.
And 'stunned' by the cost,
To maintain their exorbitant delusions.
And those who confront them...
Are told to go to a heated place!
And while there,
To kiss where the Sun does not shine!
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From A Growing Observation
Anyone living today,
Lost in between false identities...
And not knowing from which of the many delusions,
To pick and keep...
With standards valued slipping from their reach,
Are more than just confused...
In times that seek clear and unclouded visions.
Since those who have long chosen paths to walk,
With a faith communicated and with less talk...
Are not the ones these days,
Found following anyone crazed.
Or teased by promises to taste slices of apple pie.
Those who have chosen to label them as such...
'Crazed with strange ways! '
Seem not to know 'who' they are,
Or for what purpose they exist to hustle, bustle and rush...
To live lives for materialistic reasons to impress,
Throughout each season!
And from a growing observation of those evaluating,
These 'priorities'...
Appear to be a fading cause to provide one happiness.
Although...
Quick they are to defend their chaotic existence,
To announce themselves as, 'Followers of God's wishes.'
Really?
Well...
I hope God forgives the rest of us,
For interpreting His or Her 'wishes'...
With a seeking of a better way to live our lives,
That has a lot less upheaval and no turmoil.
But thank you for the invitation anyway.
We've decided we'd rather have God judge our ways.
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Without a Common Sense Represented
So many make claims...
They do not wish the government,
To play a role in their personal lives!
It is said the government already has,
Too much of a control.
And this 'they' despise.
Although everyone pays taxes.
And elect politicians,
To represent their interests.
Everyone wants the police,
To come to their aid when this pleases.
Have teachers teach their children.
Even the ones who skip and don't come.
They want better jobs to pay for mortgage and/or rent.
And desire their 'tender' offenses assume,
Protected by soldiers on other lands to defend...
From terrorists and other threatening improvisations.
So many make claims...
They do not wish the government,
To play a role in their personal lives!
It is said the government already has,
Too much of a control.
And this 'they' despise.
With fantasies intact.
And demands they come alive!
And from birth they are now issued,
Social security numbers.
Immunizations to protect them from disease.
And still they say it is the government...
From their lives they wish would leave!
Without a common sense represented amongst them.
How can such hypocrisy be sustained?
When those in the know...
Realize more oxygen,
Is needed to feed those of disconnected brains.
Since a massive amnesia has too long been effective.
How can reality ever in them be injected?
'President Obama? '
~Hey...
Don't look at me!
I'm doing the best I can,
To keep my hair from getting grayer.~
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We know that the most fundamental responsibility of our Federal Government is to ensure the safety of its people and to protect and ensure our National security. And clearly port security has been left in limbo.
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
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Economically Speaking
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
Economically speaking,
People feeding on delusions of loans and credits...
And borrowing on debits,
With interests blamed on threats...
That has left everyone following in the steps,
Generating today's cloud cover of unhappiness.
Smearing truths in denial and refusing to listen,
Leaves unhearing ears...
With thick headed skulls.
And those self righteous,
Hiding behind their mix of faith and bad politics...
Wish to shift their deceit,
On the backs of those...
Carrying the weight,
That enables the thieves to escape scot-free...
From any responsible accountability.
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
And today's buffering of a smothered reality.
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These Elitists
They have concerned themselves,
More with the vote...
And not the folks.
A splitting done in Washington,
Between those conservative and liberal.
As people are living lives...
Trying to survive.
And caring less who is democratic,
Or republican!
And whose ego thrives!
While humanity lives in a suffering.
Through an economic downturn,
Procrastinators bring.
There is a quality of life rapidly evaporating.
And those in the know...
Realize this is not what they chose!
A fighting between those of selfish means...
Has some caring less who is being burned.
As long as they keep divisions seen and in vision...
With an outdated bickering...
To mask a secret thieving.
That progresses the magnitude,
Of a tremendous mess.
And what is really needed to diminish the status quo...
Is a massive psychiatric treatment that is bestowed.
And heeded to administer immediately.
Upon the minds of these elitists.
Crazed to represent days,
Long gone that even then made no sense.
Not if it led their followers,
To today's demented conflicts.
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I Prefer Crazed Blue Eyes
I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won't
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don't you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul
Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues
Let's share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes
Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed
Let's meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am
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The Development Of One's Patience
Going out of one's way to discredit another,
To depict that other as a fool and crazed...
Doesn't return good dividends,
With those kinds of investments made.
Especially when time does a flip flop,
And the development of one's patience...
Crops to expose those who are totally crazed,
In more ways than one to be seen as shown.
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Fresh Fingerprints
This healing will not be sexual.
Nor will decided preferences of discretions,
Be considered as submissions...
To capture imaginations.
Not on this list,
One might wish to solicit.
What approaches is more atmospheric.
Touching lives of everyone near it!
A toxic mist hovers and visits.
And a descending mixes...
To stir those transfixed.
A repayment of what has been done comes.
Affecting those who directed...
Their infectious flavored addictions!
Delivered to seduced those reduced to cravings.
A repayment of what has been done comes.
And now people sit,
Stunned with glazed eyes and affixed...
To quickly barren cupboards.
Where dusts collects,
To show fresh fingerprints!
A repayment of what has been done comes.
As a silent fear on faces appear!
And frozen in place is a once fast pace.
Quickly erased are separating boundaries...
Remembered as clear and vivid!
Those less fortunate and of obvious lack...
Are witnessed now to be turning their backs!
'What has happened?
An economic pay back attack? '
A repayment of what has been done comes.
And those who fed their greed...
Now find themselves without shelter.
Empty shelves!
And to their lack of bolstered credit...
A depleting of it with nothing left to feed.
No where is there to run or hide.
To cry in anguish with anyone empathetic.
Pathetically the bleeders weep.
Pleading for a restoration...
Of needed pretensions desperately sought,
To mask and strengthen weakened insecurities.
A repayment of what has been done comes.
And shocked they are how deep this incision!
How horrific the deceit.
How madness creeps upon them at night.
To drive them sobbing in guilt to their knees!
With no nights to come,
To welcome them to rest in peaceful sleep!
And dug are their fresh fingerprints,
As they crawl in a socialistic sweep.
Devoured like vagrants on urban streets!
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
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Sleeping Like Napping Cats
We guzzle up quick those sporting events.
With a rushing done to ease our minds,
From serious thinking to keep common sense...
Prioritized as we survive.
Or...
Something done today as a joke to be made.
And if one laughs too loudly...
Of course we assume that one to be crazed.
We spend more time to be entertained.
Believing the thought process,
Should be left on the shoulders...
Of those we elect to do that best.
Hoping their main concern,
Is to preserve and protect 'our' interests kept.
We are convinced our freedoms are under attack.
But depending on the time of the year and the season,
We wish for the holidays to bring them back.
And when no attention is paid to our daily acts,
We accuse those in politics to be distracted.
Lacking in skills and sleeping like napping cats.
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H1n1
How about R2D2?
'Naw...
Too Star Warish.'
KYQZ?
'Too FMish.
Folks will associate it with,
Sex, Lubricants and music! '
H1N1?
'Repeat that? '
H1N1
'YES...I love it!
We will scare the hell out of them.
Calling it 'swine' isn't doing it.
Of course you and I know this BS to be the regular flu.
There are fewer folks dieing from this,
Than the common flu.
H1N1?
It has such a flair to it too!
And this is the economic touch we need.
To keep that money flow more in controlled.
Brilliant! This is brilliant!
Contact the media immediately.
We need a few homeless people.
And not those recently homeless.
They appear too crazed.
Get those who are thin!
Paris Hilton thin.
And get them into makeup quick.
I think we've got a winner with this one!
AND emphasize this is an epidemic.'
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Cheering What Has Been Defeated
Why are the people in the streets,
Cheering?
'They are cheering the news,
Recently learned...
That what they wanted to achieve,
Has been defeated! '
They are cheering that what they wanted,
Has been defeated?
'Yes!
And even though they have great admiration,
For their new leader...
And he has been an advocate for their cause,
He represents the government.
And they have been very vocal,
About having the government out of their lives.'
But...
What aspect of their lives,
Has not been controlled by the government?
'That's besides the point.
They have come to exercise their First Amendment Rights.'
Yeah...
But,
Aren't all of those 'amendments' government controlled?
And initiated?
'Hey...
What can I say?
I'm an outsider looking in just like you.
Even though everyone gathered at this rally,
Has throughout their lives been attached to the government...
They have become overwhelmed with joy,
That 'something'...
Whatever it was that had the support of 'this' president,
Would be defeated.
Even though it would have ultimately,
Benefitted all of their lives.'
That doesn't make too much sense.
In fact,
On the scale of 'stupidity'...
That sits right at the top!
'You know that.
I know that.
They however...
Haven't a clue! '
Where is their beloved leader now?
'He's the one standing alone,
Leaning against that fence over there...
Chain smoking! '
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Dummified Ignoramuses
On one side of their mouths...
They say government is too much in their lives.
On the other side of these same flapping lips...
They claim government isn't quick enough,
To protect their rights when the going gets tough.
And when these same folks make foolish decisions,
They demand from the government...
Bail out funds to keep them afloat.
Yet they do not want the deficits to rise,
On their aging sinking boat!
And they cry that the government is there,
To help them to survive!
While criticizing those they have ostracized...
Who call them dummified ignoramuses.
Spoiled by a way of life delusioned,
That has been catered too long and much fantasized!
Leaving them empty in the head.
Very lazy and thick of backside!
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I Sit, Think and Wonder
I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
Why are so many commited,
To visit with sin?
The act of praying,
Seems to have some stalled
At deadends!
Are we all twisted hypocrites?
Fixed in our ways,
And dazed by these crazed days?
I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
How can we avoid a slide that begins?
Why are so many desperately wanting to win?
And what is 'it' that has this grip?
Is satisfaction out of reach...
For those whose minds are torn and split?
Peace has become passé!
Are we foolish enough...
To let our lives be destroyed this way?
What are we obeying when we say 'In God We Trust! '
I sit,
Think and wonder...
About you and me and US!
And how we have allowed,
Our minds to be clouded
In a destruction that attracts...
A rush to destroy a trust we crush!
I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
Why are so many commited,
To visit with sin?
The act of praying,
Seems to have some stalled
At deadends!
Are we all twisted hypocrites?
Fixed in our ways,
And dazed by these crazed days?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloaked As Someone's Philanthropist
'Where are your 'things'? '
My 'things'?
I didn't need them.
I gave them away!
'WHHHHAAAATTT! ?
Are you crazed?
What are my friends and neighbors going to say?
What lives are we going to live without those 'things'?
You've ruined my pretentions.
And succeeded in my defeat.
I can no longer flaunt my superficiality!
Why did you do this?
Aren't you feeling just a wee bit dazed? '
Not at all!
From now on I am going to be 'me'!
'AND...
Where will that leave me to be? '
Exposed as the leech you are.
Once cloaked as someone's 'philanthropist'.
To no benefit to the masquerading,
That now has to cease to exist!
'WHHHHAAAATTT! ?
Are you crazed?
What are my friends and neighbors going to say? '
I have no idea.
Why don't you ask?
Most of them I passed...
Standing in line at the soup kitchen!
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The (Not-So-Great) Bailout of 2008
Gather round children,
as I tell the tale,
Of how all the banks
started to fail.
About how the government
bailed out the rich,
Rather than the poor,
which would have been a switch.
People were greedy,
for something called cash,
Brokers on Wall Street had plenty,
so what they did seems rash.
And so they started
robbing regular people blind.
That's how America (and the World)
got into a bind.
The banks began approving loans for homes,
to anyone who might need.
The value would go up,
and you could re-mortgage indeed.
People started spending
what they never had.
The way money was their religion
was awfully sad.
People would spend thousands of dollars,
On luxury items and diamond rings,
While poor children went without
food, braces and things.
The world was on a bubble
about to break.
Still banks pushed loans and investments
with ratings that were fake.
The economy crashed
like a run away train.
Regular people watched as their savings
and retirement went down the drain.
The president and congress
fearing another crash,
put together
a bailout plan fast.
They reasoned, if we don't fix the economy
the whole ship will sink.
'You don't understand, ' they claimed
the world is on the brink.
And so the government taught future generations,
handing (the rich) a bone,
That's it's okay to spend
more than you own.
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Envied
Digging deep,
For signs of credibility...
Being swept along streets,
To catch between the grated holes...
A mass marketing sweeps,
Those of vacant minds into consumed
Materialistic hysteria!
Keeping back orders of ridiculousness in business!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
The sight of squeezed fat ugly butts,
Into imaginations stretched beyond...
Digusting jellied guts.
To hide a gluttony of sad habits.
Like a 'secret' tote that's puffed,
From that 'weed' folks can not give up!
As a few stand by and watch...
This drug infested simmering stew brew!
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
And as amazing as it is,
It does not daze or faze at all!
The unconscious have been immunized.
Once dumbfounded and surprised?
Those eyes are now glazed.
It's amazing this BS is tax free.
It's amazing,
Just how crazed this madness is these days.
Those in this 'conditional' situation,
Ride this gutter ride as if it is envied.
As if this life of dismissed consciousness is sought,
By those thought to be kept at bay and disadvantaged!
And those used to maintain those images...
Pray for the salvation of their sanctuaries,
To stay off the radar for such 'missionaries'...
To advance upon them with these teachings of their ways!
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