Best Peopleeducation Poems
Listen and watch, study and learn,
the smallest to the largest, average to the brightest of human brains,
turn them lose to play
The Mall Game.
It starts simply with a stroll down a mall street, delectable treats,
known as stores line the way, their best ware displayed in all its grandeur,
hoping to lure the unwary player
in The Mall Game.
People of every size and shape, education and income
are equal when they start down the mall street,
will soon become definable by the amount of their spending,
in The Mall Game.
Entertainment is cheap, drop off the kids, let them congregate and meet,
with security walking the mall street beat, it is much safer than the city streets,
they are always welcome, usually the biggest spenders
in The Mall Game.
Everywhere you look signs say buy from me,
an accommodating player takes the bait,
demolishes their budget in one mall sweep,
a more frugal player, hesitates, waits, will soon suffer the same fate.
This is a game of stop and go, you enter a store one of two ways,
look and wonder, or, select and pay,
whatever the choice the next stop is just down the way.
In The Mall Game a penny earned is a penny spent,
if funds run short, it becomes a plastic day,
and, if all else fails, there is always a company in a lending way.
In The Mall Game the object is spend, to continue to shop until
you reach the malls end, this is the game we play again and again,
the only winners those who play the game;
a penny earned is a penny saved,
they will be back and win again,
the rest will continue to fall prey,
in The Mall Game.
Framed by Greed
A festooned and fractured peacock
More than just his tailored suit
But no less than the material made of
Caricature of broken records
He repeats the same different song
In bland and blithered platitudes
Fat millions counted in pennies
With the black book phone numbers of X and rated lovers
One he counts to ten
Beguiled dishonesty of truth he wears
On back stabbing smiles
And comfortably ingratiated friends
The fat starvation of his heart
No longer needs to work so hard
At being human
Weapons dealer and pimp of innocence
Player of black trade and drug abuse
Criminal of luxuries bullet-proof
All for me said his bloated sack belly
The polish, the shine, the lights and indifference
Servitude serves his robbery of plenty
A hijacked ridicule of femininity
Fashion dripped and preened beside him
Prattled and gibbered on a diamond encrusted mobile phone
Fake and vacuous cost so much
In plastic implants and Dubai makeup
Shoveled up
In the hotel lobby
He sauntered in
The swagger of malpractice
His gold plated education treading the deep plush pile
On “ get out of jail free ” cards
The sharks tooth gangster man and his bodyguard
Were nothing more than an oily painting
Framed by greed