You walk around,
felling like you're above the law
Shielded by family immunity
Get disorderly when you paint the town,
brawling, hitting people in the jaw
Yet you're called a pillar of the community
You lack basic people skills,
heredity always handed everything to you
A silver spoon fed spoiled brat
Never had to pay your own bills,
you said that's what little people like us do
Society traps don't catch aristocratic rats
Tapped into the trust fund
when you turned twenty one
Such is the privileged life of a senator's son
Picked up three DUI's,
and a couple of solicitation violations
Even got caught with an unregistered gun
No charges ever stuck with you,
a Teflon man through and through
Parlayed your inheritance into racketeering too
But you don't care, you're ruthless like your pa ...
taking other people's money is what excites you
Extorting at every opportunity
You sneer at judges with impunity,
'cause you own more suits and uniforms colored blue
And you love being called Big Daddy's little outlaw
Here lies the remains of Meldew Lee
A pillar of the community.
Strove always to better his life
Had a loving family and a wife,
One night he went drinking around the town
Then headed for home trousers half down.
He came upon a young man in a doorway
Which prompted Meldew to say;
Here is a pound coin for a cuppa tea
And then on the homeless man he did pee.
The young man was too shocked to moan
And Meldew laughed as he turned for home.
But on that fateful night he missed a turning
He did not see the warning.
Tripped over a pipe and fell into a sewer
And drowned in a pool of urine and manure.
The Maypole is as the Pillar of the community,
Wrapped by ribbons of love.
To be wrapped in love that comes from above;
Is all I am thinking of.
It happens in May the spring of the year;
And by many this festivity is held near and dear.
New birth, new life; the birthing of a soul,
Is represented here by the Maypole.
Mayday, Mayday; new beginnings is on the way.
It all springs forth as a new dawn begins,
And then the Maypole festivities comes to an end.
Around the same time the very next year;
All of the festivities... reappear.
Just as life cycles, so does this day,
I wonder will it ever go away.
Mayday, Mayday; it will never end,
As your life transitions, a new one begins.
Penned 2/10/2015
I'm not the person you think me to be.
I do vile and disgusting things.
Where nobody else can see.
As the public sees me, I'm good.
I'm not the person you think me to be.
For you see, I'm the great manipulator.
That you never dream is me.
I'm sweet as candy around you.
But in reality, I do things you just can't see.
Though I'm a pillar of the community.
Because that's all I allow you to see.
Goodness and light are all you think of me.
Until that is, until, you catch me.
And still, I will say, It wasn't me.
11/ 28/ 2010 I was watching American Greed Scams and listening to a helicopter circling as they were looking for someone.
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