Raymond Farrell

Gold Star - 25,033 Points (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

The White Collar Criminals - Poem by Raymond Farrell

When the White Collar crowd
In the U S of A
Commit crimes
They get a slap
On the wrist
You can't punish them
Harshly
After all
They're the nerdy little bastards
With thick glasses
That do their homework
And whimper and cry
If you look at them the wrong way
Their hair is always parted
In the right place
And above all
They know when
To say please and thank you
And if they are girls
They always go to school
In a neatly pressed uniform
And have pigtails with pink bows
And do what the teacher says
All of them
End up in the best universities
Where they learn their craft
When they steal
They steal millions
Persuading people
To buy worthless stocks
Falsify morgage insurance claims
And the list goes on
Bloodless silent crimes
But the black kid
From the ghetto
Who goes into the corner store
Brandishing a gun
And runs off with
A couple bags of chips
Some booze and cigarettes
Is dangerous
He doesn't adhere
To society's rules
No please and no thank you
He's too upfront and confrontational
About his intentions
He never went to the right prep school
And we can't tolerate that
So we must
Throw the book at him
Put him in the slammer
Meanwhile the white collar criminals
Have put thousands
Out onto the streets
Where they live
Wandering aimlessly
Hoping someday
Justice
Will finally be served.

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Comments about The White Collar Criminals by Raymond Farrell

  • Terry Craddock (1/16/2016 12:15:00 AM)


    'End up in the best universities
    Where they learn their craft
    When they steal
    They steal millions
    Persuading people
    To buy worthless stocks
    Falsify morgage insurance claims
    And the list goes on
    Bloodless silent crimes
    But the black kid
    From the ghetto
    Who goes into the corner store
    Brandishing a gun
    And runs off with
    A couple bags of chips
    Some booze and cigarettes
    Is dangerous
    He doesn't adhere
    To societies rules
    No please and no thank you
    He's too upfront and confrontational'

    many wait

    'Hoping someday
    Justice
    Will finally be served'

    and when the public get tired of waiting we have mob rule, lynch mobs, riots; most people are tired of white collar crime, soft white collar sentences handed down by white collar loving judges, many feel your anger 10+
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2016


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