Manicured Hands Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They wish limits to be placed on feasting.
Although indebted to feeding upon greed,
Is of their doing.
And consciously.

They wish to accuse their debts made,
On actions they can blame on others.
But the stains left from greased and sticky fingers,
Still remain on their manicured hands.

They claim to be elected by those they represent.
They claim the facing of a brick wall they did not invent.
They want all to believe they have good intentions!
However...
Not one cent from their stuffed pockets,
Will they throw away or let drop to stop...
The grease on their fingers,
They've become addicted to lick.