Choosing a genuine leader
Is a dauntingly difficult task
To constitutionally ask
Uninformed voters
To vote their conscience.
Such a practice defies science
And natural common sense.
That too many followers lack
And where criminals hack
The convoluted system
With a simple leaf
Of a fragile stem.
It is hard to catch the thief
The convicted felon, the liar or the backstabber
Who lies like a hot fryer.
It not easy to choose a leader
Who can only win the pot, but
Can lead, without being the butt
Of all hard-working comedians.
Do not shoot the native Indians
They have nothing to do with this turmoil
Which is ravaging the nature of this soil.
Do not kill the good aliens
For no reasons, for excuses
Nobody will believe the ruses.
A real leader is not a tyrant
Who can only talk rubbish or rant.
Choosing a great leader is not easy
The voters must not be delusional and crazy
Money can buy privilege and power
But it cannot buy greatness and candor.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, May 17, 2017
When the control is in your hand,
you should know when to stop and when to use,
no matter what it is: words or weapons.
Otherwise, it will destroy the controller:
like, someone is stabbing the holder's back
by bending the holder's hand.
Like, the truth you had said
thinking the listener is your friend,
but later found that
they were the people
who had defamed you by spreading that.
Are people worth trusting?
Doesn't a knife cause you less pain than treachery?
You betrayed me.
I never thought you would.
I was there for you all the time,
I let you talk to me if you needed to,
I let you call me if you needed to.
I cared about you when no one else did.
I ignored the “warnings” that people told me about you.
I defended you when everyone was against you.
It seems you thought that wasn’t enough,
but who else was there?
The one you say was there, clearly wasn’t.
You left me in the dust for no reason.
I’ve never felt so betrayed by someone
who I thought loved me,
as I loved them.
Are you happy spreading misery,
distrust what you embrace
More joyful when the skies are dark,
than bright on sunny days
Is truth a tool you wield and fling,
a weapon in your hand
Love what looms and threatens most,
to never understand
Are feelings there for you to trash,
with others left to cry
A promise made but left unkept,
much worse than any lie
When all is said, and all is done,
and everyone looks back
Will you be known for what you were
—that knife in someone's back
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
It would’ve been better if you had slapped me
Right across the face
It would’ve been kinder if you had told me
“This is my own case”
But instead you went behind my back
And drove a knife right through me
Both my faith and trust, you now lack
Desert!
And leave me be
Oh! had you told me your thoughts
That I may have braced myself
But I instead deal with these blows alone
These blows that you have dealt.
*~Self righteously to the out loud, as the morality but scumbag
Pointed finger to the lame eyes but blind folded to her own lack~*
You said you were my friend,
You said you would never do that.
You said you didn't like him.
Well I don't think you are my friend,
And you did do it.
And actually you do like him.
Now you're a backstabber,
And I'm the back-stabbed.
Thanks I see how it is.
Whatever, I guess were not really friends.
Backstabber
you're a backstabber sweetie. Sorry but it's true
and honestly, you lack swagger too
who do you think you are
some kind of superstar
it's a small VERY town honey
and soon you WILL get knocked to the ground
you steal my friends and act all sweet
but honey wait, soon you will get beat
you called me names, you racist b+itch
but I just wait until I, flip the switch
i've got connections honey,and yes, I know you do to
but who's more likely to do what she says she'll do?
Yeah honey you got me
but just you wait and see, how mean I can really be
dedicated to Heidi HODGES NOT DIGMAN
YOU ARE A RACIST BACKSTABBING B+ITCH
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