For every lowlife scammer,
Preying on those unaware,
There should be a waiting slammer
With just other lowlifes there.
Stealing savings from the lonely
Or the elderly or sick
Is a crime that can be only
Done by those so cruel and slick
That they don’t deserve a pardon
From a life within a cell,
Since all sympathy will harden
When their victims start to tell.
In this techno world we live in,
Scams are easy to perform,
Yet no scammer gets forgiven,
Or at least that is the norm.
When I read or hear a story
Of a person who’s been scammed,
Well, to me, it’s mandatory
That their slammer door be slammed.
I haven’t seen “Melania” -
To do so, I’ve no plans,
For I am not, in any shape
Or form, one of her fans.
It’s just another instance of
A move that’s gauche and crass,
To rub into our faces
All the bad that’s come to pass.
Our country ruled by tyrants,
Lowlifes bringing fear and strife
And now 40 million dollars
Spent to showcase one such wife.
Just to think of all that money
And the homes that it could build
Wasted on each White House lily,
Which just reprobates would gild.
When I checked “Rotten Tomatoes,”
Which rates many movie picks,
I was not surprised to see it rated
With a lowly 6.
Called self-serving and pathetic,
Boring, dull and bad and bland,
Critics hated it but not her fans,
Who grovel on command.
To qualify as an educated gent
to certain boarding-schools one must be sent
To learn how to position one's fork and knife
and raise one's pinkie, unlike lowlifes
A gent speaks with an air of charm and grace
his nose gradually rising on his face
Savaging the ways of 'today's barbaric youth'
while knocking down shots of gin and vermouth
Such gents betimes depart fine society
exposing themselves ~ targets of impropriety
Its now to question
It's now to dicuss
It's now deny
Any hold over us
By the spawn of
The unconscionable
The dregs of the dregs
The descendants of
Misfits septic as pus
Unacceptable beings
Being devoid of true
Soul, lovers of gloom
Who live as in holes
Like spiders in Webs
They only can kill
If their dens are not
Cleaned out; nows
No time to be still
It's time to be active
Spread the news all
Around , their agendas
Have lost it, Humanity
Is taking back ground.'
She was a pretty girl with long brown hair
But I just didn't want to settle down
I was honest with her because I care
Went to meet her for the last time in town.
With teary eyes she said that she loved me
All she wanted was to be by my side
Told her gently I wanted to be free
She went home and committed suicide.
The gossip mill turned said I was to blame
Why couldn't it have been me that had died
They expected me to bow down in shame
And would ask why I hadn't even cried.
Then some lowlifes tried to burn my house down
That was enough; I packed up and left town.
Written 11th September 2020.
WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR
Forty feet high and circumference of six feet, my neighbor is a massive Saguaro cactus
It can be a source of sorrow or safety to wild creatures running in blackness
Probably hundred years old and stands all day in the hot sun unable to run
Sometimes a neighborhood gang of lowlifes will drive by and use it for target fun
It has two arms and stands close enough to its partner that they are hugging
My neighbor is surrounded by many cousins who are jealous of its majestic flowers budding
It starts out as little seedling protected by a nurse tree and now by governments
My neighbor is so popular around here that his cousins are used for yard ornaments
Unfortunately this neighbor is sick from all the exhaust fumes coming from the passing cars
I am happy to claim this green giant as my closest, quietest neighbor so far
SassyLady
09/12/15
Revealing my nakedness
Showing everyone my business
Somehow I'm still faceless
Like a book with blank pages
Might as well be talking from my anus
Hey miss!
I think you dropped this
She don't bother with lowlifes
Because she's socially famous
I should've just stayed secluded
In all my rhyming strangeness
A town in Spain had had enough
With dog poop in the parks.
The owners would be punished
For their pets who left their marks.
So volunteers with eagle eyes
Approached offending walkers,
Without revealing that they worked
As pooper-scooper stalkers.
With friendly chitchat they found out
The puppy’s name and breed;
To ascertain addresses,
Those were all the facts they’d need.
Then when the master walked away,
That poop was scooped and boxed
And mailed right to the owner,
Who was soon to be outfoxed.
The parcels, labeled “lost and found”
Bore an official seal.
Recipients had no idea
Just what they would reveal.
I wish I could have seen the look
On every owner’s face
When he or she discovered
Such a pedigreed disgrace.
So hats off to the Spanish
As these lowlifes they pursue,
Giving every city sullier
A gift of doggie doo!
They Take from us , what we work hard to get
they give it to bums , who wont break a sweat
claiming poverty , they don't even try
No wonder this country is running dry
why do we pay , for there drink and there drugs
or women with 10 kids 3 cats and 4 dugs
taxes for that , taxes for this
that guy don't work or have any kids
big old house , real fancy car
he claims benefits cause he slipped in a bar
"i don't even work , I'm in to much pain
I'll just take your money and none of the blame"
cause our government , lets this happen , and thats ok
we work hard and hand the bums our pay
cause society sucks , and this is for real
the rich get richer and the lowlifes steal
from the middle class, guys like us
were used to it , no need to fuss
so back to work tomorrow we go.....
watch politicians plead poverty , while there bank books grow
i wonder how quick , society would change
if i took over and held the reigns
I'd tax them as much as i could
freeze there wage for as long as it took
get this country off its knees , then let us workers live tax free
maybe thats too harsh , for some of you
but just remember , this is my view.
When out with friends she laughs with her friends
He is loud, impossible to ignore tells them how to bark the dog down
He jeers at females, lowlifes! Till he cooks, cleans and irons
He calls them useless at her every beck and call
He pushes the bar girls around she makes him do all that
And his peers admire him her peers ask her how
He is the ultimate alpha she learnt how to roar like a lion
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