Pissilled And Posselled Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pissilled and posselled,
Are those quite disturbed.
By the advent of events...
That has unnerved,
Their advancements.

Blingless they've become,
With each visit to pawn their things.
Some diamond crusted...
While others are just gold leaf.

Down many notches,
From ladders they've climbed.
To find themselves among...
The ones they had considered,
As worthless slime.

Now crushed and crunched underneath,
Abandoned pretensions left behind.
Without friends to share name droppings without end.
Or bridge or cribbage players to be found among the 'swine'.

These pissilled and posselled inhabitants of despair...
Discover nothing in common with 'have nots' everywhere.
Cropped together like a flock of wingless flamingos.
Maintaining their pulchritude...
With a pompousness unnoticed.
Yet hoping to be rescued...
By the igniting at night of their sky brightening flares!

'Mother...
What on Earth has become of our money? '

*Only your father has that answer.
He has become quite chummy,
With 'those' people over there.
Singing 'We Shall Overcome'
And we are down to just a few flares.
Light another one, Morton.
The children's eyes are sparkling...
As if it is 4th of July! *




Note:
Pissilled and Posselled;
(2009) Those once of extravagant means,
suddenly stripped of their 'materialistic' way of life.
Now finding themselves in dire straits!

Introduced into the English language,
April 12th 2009 by Lawrence S. Pertillar