Reproved

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.

Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!

Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.

They exclaimed they needed to get to the meat of it!
Not expecting they would become 'the meat' of it eatened.

Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!

Too many of them have borrowed time from others...
To plot their deceptions.
To flourish in receptions of grandeur.
To discredit the honest.
To defame those of good characters.
And now they seek redemption for their treachery?
The only cheek I turn,
Is the one that conceals a balled fist in my pants pocket!
These people can not be forgiven for the loss of lives.
They caused while in the creation of tremendous lies told!

Wasn't it just yesterday,
These clowns strolled around...
As if they ruled the world?
As if their excrement did not stink.
And here they lay on the brink,
Of much exposed sorrow!
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Rustled and stirred,
Like they've been attacked by wolves.

And they should...
Be attacked!
In public reprimand.
To show these blood sucking reptiles,
Have been reproved!

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