Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Poet Rhyme

The Profit Speaks

When the Profit speaks
His sheeple listen

With majority silenced
Calm waters glisten

On the shore sits the dog
Who sees a dog with a bone

At his reflection he snaps
To be left boneless alone

With all the riches acquired
Without clean air or water

All the money in the world
Will be nothing but fodder

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Jeff Connelly March 27, 2019 at 2:31 PM Truly prophetic Maureen. You could form the cult of McGreavy on these words alone. Don't deceive me Mistress McGreavy I and we believe in you. Smolder a golden idol quick before I get banished jajaja

Patricia Cresswell October 1, 2017 at 11:59 AM Morning Maureen wise thoughts presented in a witty manner. Well done!

Susan Palli March 30, 2017 at 7:50 AM Love your talent! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 30, 2017 at 9:24 AM wow :) gracious compliment Susan thank you thank you! xomo!

Agnes Krampe March 28, 2017 at 9:27 PM Wow! This is awesome. And very timely. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 28, 2017 at 9:47 PM :D thank you Agnes!

Andrea Dietrich March 26, 2017 at 4:08 PM Wow, Maureen. This is AWESOME. I wonder if it applies to something that I am thinking of. Dare not say it here. SEVEN Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 26, 2017 at 9:04 PM *giggle* I have no idea what you're thinking of... But if you enjoy it, it's yours! ;) xomo!

Darren White March 26, 2017 at 10:05 AM The title alone drew me to your poem already. So wonderful. So incredible, fun and ironic. Let money be fodder! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 26, 2017 at 12:53 PM :D Thank You Darren! Yes let it be, let it be... Hugs galore xomo

Ralph Sergi March 26, 2017 at 7:42 AM You have brought out the fact of what people take for granted. We we soon be living on the edge if we don't feel concerned. Great write, Maureen! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 26, 2017 at 8:48 AM Indeed, though I believe we are already on that edge. Thanks Ralph :) mo!

Cheryl Hoffman March 25, 2017 at 10:15 PM Very clever thought provoking poem Mo! If we don't have clean air or water money is useless to us!~Che :) Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 26, 2017 at 8:45 AM Yup! Ty Cheryl ;) xomo!

Demetrios Trifiatis March 25, 2017 at 7:24 PM Truths well expressed dear Maureen! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 25, 2017 at 8:10 PM Thank you dear :) xomo!

Constance La France March 25, 2017 at 7:08 PM Maureen, very thought provoking for this girl, won't pretend to understand all of it, but that part about all the money in the world is nothing is so true.. yes, without water and air there is nothing ~ Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 25, 2017 at 8:08 PM Dangerous nothing indeed! A parable of greed, of the dog with a bone who sees his reflection in the water and tries to steal that other dog's bone, ends up dropping it in the water, in effect losing both bones. (so true of dogs!) Love your visits :) hugs mo!

Anne-Marie Coreggia March 25, 2017 at 6:10 PM "Maureen, I don't know if this one was also born from a night of insomnia, but my goodness, you are good!!! It's witty, humorous, and there's food for thought for whoever chooses to listen. An enthusiastic 7:) Amitiés from someone who never thought so many sheep would follow this prophet." Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 25, 2017 at 6:45 PM Giggle, nope, sitting in the warm spring afternoon sun, (ahhh) after I might add my first sleep on a much needed new mattress ;) Profit as prophet borrowed from an old poem of mine without the sheeple. Thank you SO much Ane-Marie, honoured and flattered :) xomo!

Ilene Bauer March 25, 2017 at 3:31 PM oh, so well said, maureen! i love the subtle way you've written this... Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 25, 2017 at 4:50 PM Thank you Ilene. Have always loved that parable about the dog and have wanted to use "sheeple" in a poem since I first heard it ;) cheers dears! xomo