Sugar Cubes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

To know how lowdown people will go,
With self-centeredness on their minds to please...
Has to be witnessed.
The depths of deception once observed in process,
Is like watching a crack addict with munchies...
Picking small rocks up off the street,
Believing them to be sugar cubes.
Don't laugh.
Those who deceive are the saddest of people.

Anyone who accepts respect,
With it given to them and is done...
To then have it revealed they have an ease to deceive,
Anyone!
Whether spouse, friend or family member,
Just to life a separate life to live self-centered...
Is, in fact, a condoned sickness.
And even when caught, people like this,
Will seek until the doing is sought to get their 'fix'.

And they wouldn't or could give a lickety split,
Who is hurt, offended and/or abused by it.
And will accuse and use a dog's buried bone,
Or...
Someone they thought would protect them with lies.
Someone they thought would protect their alibis.
Someone they thought would protect their disguise,
By keeping them assured truth to tell they would never do.
While rolling over to do tricks like they promised to.

'You lied.
You said you would not tell the truth.'

~Yes I did.
And I thank you for validating my thoughts of you.
Not only are you out of your mind,
You never had one to use to think me a fool.~

'Now I am totally confused.
What kind of fool are you,
That would accept the other things I've done to do?
And not tell me I'm stupid.'

~Here.
Take these.~

'What are those? '

~Sugar cubes.
You've got to be on crack,
To believe me addicted to your act.~