Greasy Fingers Licked And Feasting Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is appealing to the greedy,
Has yet pleasured to please...
The ones in need.
While impeccably dressed thieves,
Take from their pockets.
Pockets left to leave deep in poverty.
Yet...
Around to sit,
At silk draped tables.
Are those who talk,
About their socialite lives...
Being threatened by socialism.
And how distressing it is,
To hear their capitalistic way of life...
Being diminished by others wishing to taste,
A sugar coating of materialism.
Shown and thrown into their faces.
Everywhere to be displayed.
Manufactured to enact,
A way to keep held back...
The ones kept overtaxed and trapped.
With promises made to get benefits.
To have none come.
Leaving some to fight over,
A throwing to them swept up crumbs.

Lies told to then deny...
Who is it licks greasy fingers feasting.
Lies told to then deny...
Who exclusively are the thieves seen to eat.
Lies told to then deny...
Who ate chocolate cake,
Dripping with thick lemon frosting.
Left to appear clearly.
While living to deny this in observing faces.

"Evil witches."

-I am glad you said it.
I was going to say the 'B' word.
But then remembered,
How appropriate it is...
To no longer find offensive.
Why are you looking at me like that? -

"Like what? "

-Well...
As if you wish,
You could appropriately strangle me.-

"Ignore my thoughts.
Fear my actions."