Renegades Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those cream puffs and their stuffed muffins...
Have, of late, been roughed up.
Their silver goblets and golden cups...
Are no longer being lifted,
By the decorated plume of charading plumped fingers...
Sparkling with jewels seen glittering,
As a sipping of sweet juices to fill fattened guts...
Exaggerates a pampered taste.

Someone has closed those gluttonous cupboards!
Chained and locked them,
To keep them shut!

The ride that kept them deceitfully in glee...
Has come to the end of a self-righteous greed.
And people who believe an innocence was done...
See now for themselves,
Treacherous treason has been exposed to stun,
Everyone.

And now on the run with public excuses made,
Can be seen the instigators...
Shown as lowlife renegades!
Whose highbrow tactics as creators of corporate theft...
Has even left those of conservative values,
Doing their best not to show they are scared to death.

And knowing their ideals only appeals...
To the ones administering chaos.
With an unconscious self wounding zeal!
And implementing worldwide unrest...
That comes to focus upon them to blame and arrest,
By the same laws they used to suppress...
The ones who will come to see them confined,
Behind cell block bars.
And doing much time for their patheticness!
Although many blinded by imagined good deeds,
Done by these criminally minded band of thieves...
Will come to their defense with a devoted loyalty.
Proving a programmed mind has its benefits,
When awarding the egos of others.