Best Entitlement Poems
There was pity for one second for the victim in this case,
when 'Hilly', 'Bee' and me were walking to our drinking place.
We were slobbering in thought for what keeps us all afloat,
then 'Hilly's' eyes flew open wide - "Is that a hundred dollar note!"
A hundred 'bucks' was lying there upon the unknown nature strip.
'Should we hand it in' 'Bee' mentioned with a quivered bottom lip,
but the vote was three to zero when 'Hilly' mentioned that the 'brass',
"Would buy a slab of VB plus half an ounce of 'grass".
'Bee' and I ain't into drugs but seeing 'Hilly' found the cash,
we brought ourselves the VB and let 'Hilly' buy his 'stash',
then walked to the Catholic Church and sat around the back,
where we drank our first three cans and 'Hilly' opened up his 'pack'.
I watched him lick his papers, and stick together three or four,
and roll his 'grass' just like a 'snag' but then he broke the law.
He lit the 'joint' and took a drag, but then went 'glassy eye',
and from this point was senseless, and believed that he could fly!
Not only did he flap his wings; 'Hilly' thought that it was hot,
and stripped down to his birthday suit displaying what he's got.
'Bee' and I laughed at his antics 'til he ran out on the street,
and done his style of ballet dancing 'round, everyone he'd meet.
No matter how we tried to help him 'Hilly' stuffed the plan,
with a big grin on his dial and shouting out 'peace man!'
It might be alright for 'Hilly' thinking all the worlds at peace,
but that became a different matter with intrusion of p'lice.
Because we're in the company of a bloke whose floating high,
the coppers threw us in the van for what I don't know why!
But said they wanted statements from the pair of us, that's all,
while 'Hilly' stumbled out some garble 'bout making a phone call.
Now under legal obligation 'Hilly' dialed and then he spoke,
and in a very short time at the desk there stood a bloke.
The copper said, "Are you the lawyer, for that doped up dill?"
"No" the bloke replied - "I've got pizza's here for David Hill".
A pampered son of privilege, of infantile entitlement,
he rode the escalator down, grandstanding his campaign.
He tongue-lashed his contenders, making them grovel
into silent shame, silent, scandalous, craven disgrace,
when Piper had his way.
He spattered spiteful splatter on his screeching penny whistle,
crude culture war caustics, the coded corrosive cacophony
of othering, of terrorizing, the Great Replacement closet
skeletons in every white supremacist’s delusion,
when Piper had his way.
The raging torches burned holes in the night sky,
from all the fuming, festering fractures they came.
He reeled in vermin, gnawers, ticks, fleas, and maggots.
From fetid, rotted flesh, the dead and dying democracy,
when Piper had his way.
The noxious stench permeated every moral fiber,
Every conviction was consumed by avarice.
Every flaunted corruption overpowered common decency.
Every dull-witted stunt became a predictable mockery,
when Piper had his way.
And thus, he led all the children of Hamelin astray
with his deceptive, discordant whistle squeaks.
He sealed them in his criminal conspiracy cave.
They never questioned his chicanery,
when Piper had his way.
And so, when Piper finally faded away
the defilement dragged on and on.
The diseased, depraved devaluation persisted.
The sordid, squalid, sickly stain remained,
since Piper had his say.
If I had but a wish
A reward greater than heaven
I would give
However, must you demand?
The Elephant ask that we leave them in peace
The seal asks us to lower the club
The trees ask for more time
But you ask for the world
The cold and weary ask for a blanket and a place to rest
The hungry ask for just a morsel
The abused ask for safe passage
You demand the world
No one in this world is better then anyone else/
If you think you are ?
Your in for a very rude awakening !
The vicious very often bite with long fang's for teeth/
Scattered thought's torn amidst..,
A broken world
As a lone social outcast..,
Explores their social opportunities..,
Although for now bankrupt !
They often will make your insides very nervous/
Having sharpened fangs for teeth !
Stretched out on a blue plate of fries..,
Still will live in a whole mess of shallow lies/
Procrastination,
Amidst a broken fallen culture of existentialistic radical's !
Fake Freeks From Hell !
They often long to ponder a way of escape;
Amidst a holy emblem that's torn !
Darkened portal with bilnd ambition,
Never bothering to help you or anyone else/
Creating quite a bit of havoc !
Still from the vile pit of their accuser's !
Eyes with a silver lining having a portal of fear/
Tormented !
In the eternal flames of darkness !
A lone hobbit long's to be happy !
Imprisoned by various deceptive fragmentation's
Emmersed with lone variations of vile imagery/
Softened hearts' beating as one unit/
Once filled with fear..,
Yet don't ever dispare !
Tiger Woods thought he was entitled !
Yet to his great surprise/
He had to take his Tiger out and put it in the woods/
After all his poor wife had to suffer.,
With all of his false allegations.,
I don't know about Tiger ?
Still I'm fearfully and wonderfully made !
Now go forth young man and be brave...
I am not amazed he lost both sight and fight
She walked unfettered into calm
In "Paris Blues" one peach-clad pussycat was pursued
The Proprietor's goal lacked glitter
Historically, he knew better
She departed
He felt the blues
He wore imaginary badge of entitlement
and breathe air of pseudo pride
She read his lips, looked him in the eyes
Then smiled her clairvoyant smile
His words were weighed on scale Source
She sat snug with fuel from the Source
She knew lighthouses affording light that guides
They were transparent with genuine streaks
Should entitlement be legalized?
One fine day, more folks will cut the crap
They'll stop getting what they've got
crippling the crippled now stats
The dumb, the deaf, the blind is made new
What goal of goal beckons you?
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The worst kind of loyalty, is often
meted out blindly
It’s an entrapment, and it always
ends badly
I once thought to try it on for size
But I couldn’t afford its high price
I found it made a rather merciless
and relentlessly evil master
Pushes its ardent fans, with all the strength it can muster
Under its spell they are suddenly rendered senseless
It appears they deem common sense as rather useless
Happy to replace it with a pair of blinkers in the end
Soon tunnel vision sets in, to mess with the head
Goes ahead and trades in all logic for herd mentality
That stubbornly refuses to face reality
Pretends to honour patriotic duty with such fake regality
Yet another crafty way to justify injustice
And satisfy the lust for collective prejudice
In the end it's bound to kill a nation's rich heritage
as moral decay spreads down each lineage
A fruitful legacy lost just to appease entitlement
And blissful ignorance relished as divertissement
Such a waste and a steep decline to self sabotage
It's a tragedy within a mixed media collage
A strange reality where biased perceptions are well renowned
In a world where critical thinking has long since been renounced
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out back of the barn
I watch you hitch a wagon
to the fine draft mare
your last harvest bought
'tis I would be behind her,
had I seen her first
(and had I a cart)
while you travel in comfort,
I ruin my good feet
why should she be yours??
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Written: 10/28/2018
Contest: Seven Deadly Sins
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Cop core culture cultivates racist malevolence,
The profiling pseudoscience.
Cop core contempt, rogue roving terrorists in blue,
Sadists through and through.
Cop core combatants harass, torture, then kill,
Another handcuffed man choked still.
Cop core cruelty depraved indifference to the defenseless.
This story of brutality is relentless.
Cop core criminal entitlement to murder at will,
The face of oppressive evil.
Published: Dissident Voice 11/29/20
Self entitlement is the bane of issues
etched in stone
hand written
in times of great happiness
sadly in great times of more bleak emotions
our self given self entitled righteousness
is stripped clean and drug through the mud
leaving us empty and cold
thirsting for things we cannot have
this is the lose of our sanity at the beginning of the end
In the barn, I wear white.
I may not know it now
but it is the last time I'll ever wear something so innocent.
Late in the dark night,
cold air hits my face.
A little lamb, freshly born.
But some things are not quite right.
It's sick and twisted, four eyes and a missing limb.
Everything around is disturbed, and moves away.
Its own mother refuses it milk, and leaves it for dead.
I can't help but wonder why
Why did the lamb have to be this way?
I allow it in my arms, and share a piece of my sympathy.
While at the same time, being disgusted as its body withers in my arms.
The lamb doesn't notice.
Doesn't know any better.
It looks up at me with those beady eyes
And it makes me horrified.
I'm no better than an animal.
I'm so cruel, I grab a knife on the table.
What am I doing?
What am I thinking?
I'm no better than an animal, and I'm just as bad as a man.
My small hand trembles, and I'll count to ten.
The lamb looks peaceful, in my lap. It almost makes me feel bad.
But I bring my hands above my head
Despite me knowing its wrong
And rip away the lamb's life.
It shrieks and cries
And I just slash harder.
Until I get it to be quiet.
My own hands, in this own barn.
I've killed something. Something that could've lived.
My white dress is stained red, and I turn away.
The air isn't so cold
Maybe it's the lamb's blood on my hands?
Or maybe I can just pretend
It's the lamb saying thanks.
Where did this entitlement come from?
That I am so much above this little lamb
I will give it what I deem freedom of death?
Just because the little lamb
Can't tell me no.
And because it was different
I decided to let it go.
My tears don't matter
They won't make up for what I just did.
Mother nature's own product
That I deemed unperfect.
It's too late now, what's done is done
And I don't even have the decency
To even Bury it.
I truly am a man, aren't I?
All I ever wanted was to shine.
But I deemed my light by not saying what needed to be said
Not to my narcissistic mother and neglective father
Not to my toxic and untrustworthy friends
Not to my bully at school
Not to that teacher whom always underestimated me
Not to my emotionally unavailable ex boyfriend
Not to judgey church members
Not to a “bestie" who ghosts me
Not to my junkie uncle whom I have nightmares over every night
I needed to tell me the truth,
That nobody owes me a thing .
Just because my childhood was a mess ,
I wasn't entitled a great adulthood .
Drowning in self-pity would actually be my biggest betrayal
Now I’m sitting here in shambles hoping no one remembers that A+ girl from high school
I watch as life plays slideshows of my school mate's successes
And all I think about is how I just gave up on myself simple because I've been mistreated
And somehow think that mother Universe owes me for such a life.
If I could turn back the time, I would whisper to my younger self
“no to self pity, no to entitlements and no , nobody owes you a good life, you create it yourself”.
“Do you know who I am?” he cried
When showing up too late
To board his flight; Montana police
Were summoned to the gate.
United workers would not budge
Despite repeated threats
To call the corporate honchos,
Thinking they’d express regrets.
Instead, Ted Cruz was booked again
For later in the day
And lucky for us all
Entitlement was kept at bay.
I come to you with one hand out
Open and up in my need
The other behind my back
Hidden in a fist of rage
Holds a blade, a bat, chain or gun.
I want my way
And if you do not agree
I will throw a fit
And take it however I can.
This is the ploy of a toddler
Grown into full size if not maturity.
I want my way
And will get it no matter what.
What’s that you say, “Go
And earn it, grow it, make it, use it, keep it”?
I have no idea what you mean
You cruel, cruel meany
And I will stay until you give it
One hand out and open
The other clenched and hidden.
(10/31/25)
Some act, sin surely meant, Ambition entitlement
Some act, sincerely meant, And bit shun entitlement
Some act, unruly deft, Some tact, and duly left
One say, entire verse, some say, and tire verse
for those of us
who grew up
on the farm
rammed down our throats
that there’s no such thing
as a free lunch
still keeping our nose
tightly to the grind
such days bursting now
with youth's feelings of entitlement
reaching extremities beyond
our boggled comprehension
AP: Honorable Mention 2020