Give Us The Cookies

It had been perfectly okay,
For them to do and say...
Exactly as they pleased.
Not just for years.
But for centuries.

A respect was given.
And this had increased.
But a dishonesty became their beast.
This began to feed a greed.
This greed did not cease.

An addiction of it was from them released.
The beast began to roar.
Making demands within its den.
Not only did it begin to offend.
Unwisely it began to destroy...
The goodwill felt,
Amongst its own fellowmen.

Ending all respect that had been given.

'That's a nice story, grandpa.
Can we get another cookie? '

Even the sweet taste of the cookies...
Were slowly suspended,
From the children's memories.

'Tch!
Will you stop teasing, grandpa.
Give us the cookies.'

Even the sweet taste of the cookies...
Were slowly suspended,
From the children's memories.

'Look, old man.
We ain't playing.
Give up the goods! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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