Snobbish Poems

I wil take Bears Over Preppies

The ones who are preppy seldom seem peppy
They appear alone and aloof, if they smile it’s a goof
They dress in dull clothes, stick out their straight nose
Put on snobbish airs, I’d rather spend time with bears

What Do You Really Think?

Black/white

Which is might?

What’s to fight?

No color less
or more right! 

Politics!~ clans of self-serving, 
manipulative Pricks -- 

Lunatics!~ our woke
Generation – point it out 
to me…Please!~
show me the missed 
good, in ego-bloated, soulless, 
delusional 
Hollywood!  

The Democrat party
exposed, snobbish -- upturned
nose -- sipping from Satan’s
rancid cup -- lurid piss,
moral-less drink -- 

ignoring the wallow of their
own~ Sulphuryl, ruthless stink.

A Warning From A Lady

I am over it,
I'm cancelling it,
Marriage? I am not a vow,
Until I see what I saw,
I left the effect of Aww,
I lead my life in a soar,
Please, I don't even need to listen,
My skin is still glowing and porcelain,
There is nothing to claim,
Please, for all my attornies to shut down his name,
I have my own game,
They are all the same,
I am waiting for someone special,
I don't need to feel regret,
The drama is already on set,
We just met, 
I listen to the Angel's harp,
The melody is so well-played,
Still don't know me,
I get myself ahead of the game,
I am not your fool anymore,
As  I am searching for more,
I would not allow myself to soar,
Without my new lover,
Who does not take me for a sober,
That one is not my beauty rival,
I already have another arrival,
Of my foremost Idol,
Whom they mistook for her,
They are like snobbish and snorty goblins,
Trying to snatch away the frenzies and even my Clairins,
I have my reasons,
Unlike her, she is not herself,
Blown out of proportion,
Oh, she bit herself again,
Bye, bye not seeing you again.

this avant garde clan

the avant-garde clan considered themselves intelligentsia
devoted to intellectual and cultural pursuits
wealthy?
yes.
intelligent? In some ways
but not intelligentsia.

true intelligentsia are illuminati.
advocates for social reforms
concerned for the less fortunate
builders, creators, endowers,
of hospitals and social services

this avant-garde clan was snobbish
felt they were better than most others
looked down at the peons
they lacked empathy, compassion and social consciousness

a friend told me that she thought illuminati means…
to sell your soul to the devil.
illuminati and intelligentsia are similar in meaning
these creeps possibly had sold their souls to the devil

their words were
me, me, me
I, I, I
not we we we

pampered cat

In a palace of cushions and silky delight,
Lives a cat, all pampered, oh, what a sight!
Spoiled and regal, with a snobbish air,
She lounges on pillows with a feline flair.

Her food served on silver, a gourmet feast,
Tuna and salmon, fit for a beast.
A throne of velvet, a regal seat,
She rules the household with velvety conceit.

The humans bow to her every desire,
A spoiled feline queen, a fluffy empire.
She bats at toys, with disdain in her eyes,
For only the finest will earn her prize.

Oh, the life of a cat, so fabulously grand,
With servants at beckoning, at her command.
Her purrs and meows, a majestic song,
In the lap of luxury, where she belongs.

Yet, in her eyes, a mischievous gleam,
A whisker-twitching, devious scheme.
For a spoiled cat's life, in humor we find,
A kingdom of comfort, a royal feline kind.

My Cat

My cat has some snobbish ways
An, other cats gave her a piercing gaze
So, she tried to hide out
But they still saw her snout
Then gathered and got in her face

Greed

Greed of all kinds, more for power n’ pelf
Drives men to play many a mischief
It enters our world like an invisible elf
Making one demean his esteemed self 

Greed is like an uncontrolled steed
It might gallop in reckless speed
Any time it can kick you down to bleed
Sometimes even causing a stampede

Running after wealth is a wild goose chase
The snobbish, wealth can easily entice
Often they have to pay a heavy price
Greed generates greed and many a vice

Money is seen by some as master and Lord
Sad, they strive everyday to hoard
Even if a lot of wealth is procured
Alas, one never feels fully secured 

The root cause of many a malady is greed
We witness the ills it does everyday breed
Minimize the wants and focus only on the need
Thus from monstrous greed, let us be freed

Critterature: a Gaelic Fashion Statement

A giraffe who was new
At the Aberdeen Zoo
Heard a bagpipe askirling one day.
He tracked down the player
And offered to pay her
If she kindly would teach him to play.
He gazed at the piper,
A Hebrides viper,
As she uncoiled and let out a sigh.
Then she hissed, "Listen, dearrie,
I'll answerr yerr querry,
But you're nae gonna like my rreply.
Yerr legr'rr like stilts,
You'd look funny in kilts,
And that just would'na sit well wi' Scots.
We'rre quite snobbish and swell,
And know perrfectly well
That plaid dinna fit well wi' spots!"

He Walked In the Nude, a Man Unto Himself and Much More

He Walked In The Nude, A Man Unto Himself And Much More

He walked in the nude, a man unto himself and much more
His life and escapades but death falling from a high trapeze
And his oozing pains in this overly selfish, snobbish world
Were so very soon left behind by opening the ninth door.
Who cares that his unruly, untimely death was but a failed show
Had not the golden angels sang to him that cold winter night
And the spoiled aged queen danced lively at his wedding
Ah, but you may cry his misery was but a candle aglow
Whilst world laughed and called his dancing but vanity 
Were so very soon left behind by opening the ninth door.

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme- I that have seen the truth.
He was my very good friend

He Knows Mathematics Not Bedmatics

Chris was shaking all the hands close to his.
He’d just thrashed a math problem like a whiz:
At home shall tell stories starting with this;
Exactly the chance he would never miss.

“Sorry that the Math you solve makes your bliss:
At eighteen you still don’t know how to kiss
While Chris kept waltzing heard a long hiss
Sarah who had sworn “Nothing like false peace”
This week shall be getting a new boyfriend
And shan’t be sleeping alone next weekend

Once an achievement is like a rubbish
The assessor chooses to be snobbish.

Accepting the Despised

It was my much despised dish
But I ate it with relish,
Because of a granted wish
To be served Mackerel Fish
And treated to a glimpsed quiche
But that was rather childish
To a friend acting British
All of a sudden snobbish
And I hated q wished fish
Like Devout Christians Hashish...

Then, I'd been the quite sheepish:
Unstable Saul Son of Kish
For accepting The Despised
After it was a bit spiced.

Do You Live Or Do You Live

If you could would you give something of yourself to better a life of someone you may never even know?

Do you live for niceties, niceties, niceties or do you live?

Do you appreciate the weak jawed woes of education bought or education earned to make the life of somebody

Do you look down your nose at trade or honest hard earned skills because of the stupidity of breed?

Do you see the importance of or do you cut yourself away from the snobbish ancient rules of fools and their antiquated, irrelevant society.

Is social mobility a road only open to the clique of the variety of monies?

He’s an engineer, she’s an engineer
Does it matter if the degree was bought at court or within clubs or sold to someone who wanted a life, a hope, a dream to live hard earned, honestly and free? 

Are the shackles of somebody’s ancestry a bind to how they could be?

Look at what we’ve got. The sheer elitist rot, tell me is that our lot or do we bend and break to deliver hope to the hopeless of their twisted, evil and archaic society?

The Visit

The visit

My mother and went to visit her uncle and his family
they lived in the outskirt of the town what we thought of as posh
 we took the bus.
Mother’s uncle was a foreman at an abattoir, therefore middle-class
in his wife’s eye.
When he came home from work his family, had two children
They had dinner in the kitchen, we sat in the living room 
mother was given a cup of coffee I got a glass of milk.
When dinner was over her uncle came into the living room
I thought his hands were dripping with blood,
 I think he gave her some money when his wife did the dishes.
We left, I was feeling angry without knowing why in the hall, 
I said, have you got cats, no, his wife said? Odd I can smell cat piss.
Outside mother, scolded me for being so rude, but she smiled.
I never saw her uncle again nor his snobbish wife.
They never visited us, we lived on the wrong side of the town.

What I Have Observed

It is crazy
To be lazy
And lousy
To be mousy:
Of one naughty
Who chose to be haughty
And Snobbish
Who often mouths rubbish. 

You can’t be chatty
And not hearty
Nor Natty
When you’re the fatty:
From almost every nit
Not a word of wit,
Everything mirroring a haze
For his longest gaze…

All these: What live observed
And should n’t  want them reserved.

Far From City Life

Far From City Life 

      Far from squabble of snobbish sniffy people
      I wish to visit a wild country
      where loud amusement has no entry to disturb
      simple innocent naive populace.



 Liberum Divisa 4' Contest by Gregory Burden

Original Poem  Wild Nature. Dated 04/10/20j

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