Short Men In Suits Poems
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Why is it that men in suits and ties
Tell some of the world’s biggest lies
Nurturing their business affairs
Befriending loser billionaires
All while another innocent person dies.
noisy luncheonette
1950’s fast food
men in suits and ties
women in cotton dresses
wearing high heeled shoes
none unchaperoned
counter closed on Sundays
family day
everyone in church
Blood on the carpet
In Brazil
A minority
Of rich
Corrupt
Men in suits
Have taken
Power
They find
Social help
Cost too much
And scrap it
The poor
Want democracy
For the people
Not for
A minority
Of white
Politicians
The oddity of the truth
To shift through information
And false intelligence
Delivered by men in suits
Paid lackeys reading from a cue
Semitic voices
Feeding the air way
With hatred
Compliant press repeat the untruth
Rill, we believe
Wax lilies in the pond is real
Ballroom, lit and bright
Lighted Christmas tree
Men in suits and hats
Ladies dressed in gowns
All beaming with smiles
Festive feeling
Warm hugs, greetings
Mood for dancing
Gentle touches
Band playing
Singer’s voice
Talks, laughter
Perfume
Cologne
Mint
of undetermined origin were the bones
found in the sewage muck
providing scientists and men in suits
e-gads worth of opportunities
to make names for themselves
captivating fools in media-land
~ unearthing a fortune in the process
The men in suits
Light a fire
They pretend to be enemies
Though they really are the best of friends
Every move, watching the world,
Burn to flames
Public protests for garbage, whilst
Many are killed, destroyed, silenced
Criminals live in wonderland
Innocents are framed
Candles burn but like phoenixes, rebirthing from melted wax,
This world is burning, but nothing melts
she walks in smiling
like a billboard,
all blonde shine
and polished teeth.
the laws bend for money,
she knows it—
she’s danced long enough
with men in suits
to sell the dance twice.
you ask about morals,
hell, she keeps them
in a purse—
zippered tight,
pulled out only for the camera.
the rest of the time
she is like the others—
slick, practiced,
and waiting for her next check.
I have to go I cannot stay
there are men in suits taking me away
they think I broke into a bank's vault
as if I would, or could, too thick for that.
I leave you love and memories galore
there is one thing would like you to note
teddy looks like he's busting out of his coat
put on weight these past few days
must be the paper diet he's been on i'd say.
be good my darlings while I am away
think of me when all is done.
live life,be happy,most of all have fun.
Penned 6/2/2016