Best Scruples Poems

...for my sons Keir and Evan


Truth is a two-edged sword,
you will be cut by nonsense,
not by circumstance, my son,
and blinded to its darker side
you'll drift...

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Pack your bags dear, there’s a Croc near
And he’s creeping, through the night
With his eye on - on...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them...

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Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin....

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I’m a scoundrel that travels by sea
with me mates. We are happy and free
cause we live life with ease
doing just what we please.
It’s the life...

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How closely do we wrap our faith and conviction in life,
is it the things that determines who is our wife.
What morals do we instill and...

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Let me tell you a story
From a time gone by
The tale of a greedy butcher
And a pig that could fly

In the little village of Piddle...

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Glory goes to they who blaze
Their own trail upon the west.
They will be, if nothing else, remembered.
Their morality ambiguous
Scruples questionable.
At best, an antihero to be...

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We are the tintinnabulating trolls
To the rock rock bottom of our nonexistent souls.
Madder than the maddest hatter,
Hear us bellow, bray, and bleat;
And we prattle pitter-patter
In...

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I am sitting at the Arizona Memorial,
which shows how far my scruples have gone.
I lived in Hawaii for years, and
could almost claim to be a...

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I met with some bankers in fine textured suits.
I struck a deal quick. (I had such a knack.)
I offered rare cacti and tropical fruits –...

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I am more than a menace to society
There’s a twist in my sobriety
Please help me sculpt my destiny
Help me return to incorruptibility

Why do I believe...

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Sometime I wonder how to seize control
Of my vagrant and foolish heart
How to confine it to its prime role
To sweet fragrance of love impart

To burn...

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Order or Sequence of Events

When with my poems I soon reach an end
To everyone all of them will start to send
First to those whose minds...

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In Praise of Lady Macbeth

By Elton Camp

Poor Lady Macbeth so many revile
But a weak-willed hubby was a trial

He had an excellent chance to be king
Yet...

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