Throw Them Out
Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
They've been warned before,
To produce drastic changes...
Or they would experience closed doors.
Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
What will it take before their faking ends?
No bones have they thrown from their feasting,
Like fat hogs on their private jets...
Flying in to beg politicians in Washington!
How you seen the communities where these big industries are?
Have you observe the suffering
Who are the homeless and can not afford cars?
These fat cats who drink their scotch and smoke big cigars...
Could care less about their own mess they have created.
Or who is left to bare a lifetime of scars!
They profess that millions will lose jobs,
And a way of life if they aren't bailed out!
Those millions are now trapped in debt.
Trying to squeeze payments...
To feed these crooks of twisted mouths!
Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
They've been warned before,
To produce drastic changes...
Or they would experience closed doors.
Closed them and locked them out!
And let those competent...
Apply those changes.
Leaving those sleaze and greasy beasts,
To earn their keep.
Regardless of who among them pouts!
Throw them out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drops of It Hitting Shores Everywhere
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
But how can you keep such a stench out of the air?
How can you keep drops of it hitting shores everywhere?
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mahaveer preaches
Anger, Pride, Deceit and Greed
Are the four flaws you denounce,
Said the saint Mahaveer,600 B.C.
Anger spurts when pride is at stake.
Pride reacts when deceit steps in.
Deceit lurks as greed sets in.
Greed is born of insecurity.
Faith in you can remove it.
Faith in God also removes it.
You can live serene, rich or poor.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
[Mahaveer is of Jain Religon,
Which flourished in India, ahead of Vedic Religion]
[e, m, c, i, n
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Behind Closed Doors
Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors
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Stop Funding (The Greed)
stop funding the greed!
failure to produce tax returns,
failure to pay taxes,
mistresses, deals done
behind closed doors,
votes bought and sold...
lies upon lies upon lies.
you have to be wealthy to lead?
you cant stand on your own works,
you have to stab someone else
in the back?
none of you have a clue...
what real life is like!
when a system becomes this corrupt,
you have to take it down to the core!
what you cant fix you destroy,
and start again!
stop trying to sell us freedom,
we choose to be free!
stop funding the greed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Quality and Choice Used For the Safety Net
Should people of greed,
Be thrown a lifeline?
When their digressions and selfishness,
Created their own suffering...
From a gluttony that brought upon them regret.
Should those who oppose,
Keep their mouths closed?
While the government prioritizes,
Their selectiveness.
With a tremendous concentration...
That helps relieve their overwhelming debt!
Should those be expected to endure familiar neglect?
To protect the sticky fingers of such blatant theft.
As the needs of the already weakened,
Are push aside!
While a few who created this downslide...
Discuss and choose amongst themselves,
The quality and choice used for the safety net!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entitled to Do This
To deny that their greed,
Has depleted all quality of life.
Is to admit that those homeless and starving...
Enforced by a few,
Feeling entitled to do this...
Had been acceptable and alright!
They've been clearly on a mission,
To diminish with racism and division.
And these acts have been barbaric.
Yet they have by them been cherished.
The plug has been pulled,
On once closed eyes now wide open.
They never conceived, perceived or believed,
They would someday become victims.
Or cloaked in their own deceit,
And left defeated and broken.
And even in the moments,
Nearing towards their end...
They still choose to point fingers,
At those long ostracized...
From a way of life,
They themselves have brought to an end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Come To Experience 'Our' Truths
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
Or see as they sit to observe life pass by,
From a closed window and behind locked doors.
We all experience our own sorrows...
With burdens to bear and struggles to conquer.
And yet there will be some among the 'doubters'...
Who believe nothing happens to anyone but themselves.
And when they experience a pinch of pain to feel,
It becomes worthy of a news broadcast...
To appeal with the getting of attention on their griefs.
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
And yet...
Highlighted are the most ridiculous afflictions,
Repeatedly for all to witness close up on TV sets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closed Door
Do you know that it hurts?
Do you know that I cry?
Do you know that I'm broken,
Deep down inside?
Do you know that I'm scared?
Do you know that I tried?
Do you know that I'm empty,
And I said my goodbyes?
I know you don't love me.
I don't blame you.
Because nobody sees
Behind closed doors.
I am a closed door.
A lock with no key.
I'm trapped inside
My world of Quiet.
I can't let you in.
I can't let me out.
I'm just a Nothing
That the world can live without.
So goodbye, goodbye,
To the sun and blue sky.
Goodbye to a life
That left me behind.
I'm leaving you behind now.
Because it hurts.
And because I'm scared.
And because nobody sees
Behind closed doors.
Face to Face
So busy they were...
Actively preventing others,
From living lives those greedy denied.
Now they are relying upon those trapped and helpless,
To pay for huge deficits.
And warning their quality of life,
Will become jeopardized...
If they do not go along with it.
Now deceit...
Once done behind closed doors,
Has come to stare them face to face...
To strip them of all their assets to erase in disgrace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Serving and Isolated Mindset
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
Even those thought of as 'pros'
Have their mouths opened wide,
When they should be the ones closed.
Behind prison bars...
And their miscalculations fully exposed.
It is with their 'wisdom' or lack of it.
The entire world has become a pile of horse...
Manure!
And I'm sure you get the 'drift' of this?
And now there is a leader who has insured,
No longer will the suffering of the people be endured.
With an approach that lacks of arrogance.
But with an honesty to be believed!
And an absence of deceit,
To begin a healing...
He hopes will inspire a cure!
A bleeding of respect,
Those of experience for many years accepted...
At the cost of their own neglect!
Has caused this global mess.
And too many are left conscious...
To realize who created the feeding greed,
Of those who 'have'...
And the 'have nots' falling,
Through wider gaps with less.
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
And he has done his very best...
To represent a nation of people,
Who have become lost and upset!
In a delusional,
Self serving...
And isolated mindset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Click Your Heels Until Your Feet Numbs
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Pretend it's steak.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Pretend that and vegetables,
Are on your plate.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Now 'see' yourself not homeless.
See yourself in a mansion,
High upon the hill!
Dance among the flowers scenting.
Go ahead,
Pick a few of those blooming daffodils.
Don't be discouraged,
By your sightings of those who have not!
Look upon them as the true victims.
And ignoring them will speed up your visions.
To forget you are jobless,
Helpless and your teeth rot!
Remember this,
Keep your need to greed wished.
Click your heels until your feet numbs.
And your deceit and thieving ways...
On this land 'will' return.
And those days of gluttony,
For you and everyone...
Will finally to all,
Someday come.
Close your eyes...
Repeat.
And pass me the pepper,
Gravy.
And salt to throw over my shoulder to toss!
Repeat,
With me...
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it,
Pretend it's steak.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it.
Now,
Let's pretend that and vegetables,
Are on our plates.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'Now 'see' yourself not homeless.
See yourself in a mansion,
High upon the hill!
Dance among the flowers scenting.
Go ahead,
Pick a few of those blooming daffodils.
Remember this,
Keep your need to greed wished.
Click your heels until your feet numbs.
And those days of gluttony,
For you and everyone...
Will finally to all,
Someday come.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it,
Pretend it's steak.'
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
'That's it.
Now,
Let's pretend that and vegetables,
Are on our empty plates.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Prove Pointless Ends
For the betterment of humanity.
Not greed are we here!
We are to exceed temptations allowed to breed.
Not to curse those who bleed,
The Earth of its resources.
And deny rights of those to live in peace...
While a thieving of such greed takes place,
On lands which are breeched by leechers.
Pilfered by creeps and crooks of all nations!
Misunderstanding...
They do,
Their misdeeds that lead them to suffer.
To introduce their own agonized methods.
Used to infuse upon themselves sorrow.
Battling in wars against the 'spirits'
To seek a mindless victory!
Fought to receive...
The spreading of death and grief!
For the betterment of humanity.
Not greed are we here!
We are to exceed temptations allowed to breed.
Not to curse those who bleed,
The Earth of its resources.
But to show them their ways must be diminished greatly!
Or they will be...
Diminished greatly.
And these lessons are difficult to teach!
For those who can already 'see' the outcome,
Of such stubborn aggressions!
To prove pointless ends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Effectiveness That Has Manifested
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
What is becoming more understood?
Those wishing to turn back time,
If they could.
To ensure all interests were invested,
In humanity and goodwill.
Instead of creating a hated that kills,
With an effectiveness that has manifested...
No caring to share knowledge and skills.
And...
Done with less praying under steeples...
With a hidden reason to treason the people.
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
And a decadence that has gone on...
In sacred places,
Basking in hypocrisies!
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
With hollow beliefs.
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
Feeling an emptiness they grieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greed
Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Because We've Kept Our Mouths Closed
While you and I were staring out the window,
Our lives were being played with.
Insignificantly.
As if a ball tossed,
By irresponsible kids.
And because we've kept our mouths closed...
Those balls then were thrown.
Tossed carelessly back to break that window.
With a showing of further disrespect.
And a lot of shouting expected.
With our lives continued to be played.
As if nothing had been heard.
Since we allowed it to be that way!
Because we've kept our mouths closed.
Or mumbled in silence...
To not disturb with bitter words.
For fear of being perceived as mean neighbors.
Now the whole neighborhood is policed,
And monitored.
To keep peace on the streets.
And at one time,
It was easy to blame this on 'them'!
You know...
'Them? '
Who had been 'those people'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sobered
Wait one minute.
I must file a tax return,
'Before' I am stimulated
By a package.
To induce my addiction to spend?
Something about this makes no sense.
If you have promised to give me something...
Don't take away from me first,
Before you give yours.
And that is going to help me stimulate what?
Your continued need to feed a greed with teases?
Do I have 'Tell Me Anything and I will Believe'
Written on my furrowed brow?
Can you see my sunkened cheeks?
My cupboards have been bare.
There is no food to eat.
You may see the tops of my shoes.
However...
The soles are taped to prevent my feet,
From touching the heat of the streets.
And you have the audacity...
To believe I await more of your deceit?
I am not surprised by the way your misdeeds,
Are being revealed and lifted from all eyes!
And my complaints were once criticized!
I am not the only one now...
Who knows you have been defeated,
By the very lies you have hidden...
With attempts you continue to disguise!
You are being chased by your own alibis.
And I find my cup runneth over,
From a truth I have learned to trust...
To leave me quite sobered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)
I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors
It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors
She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors
Death comes like a theif in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering licght
Well maybe it's then
She said
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