Quotes about snob, page 4
Running Systems Failing
Usually they are the ones,
Who convince they have credibility.
The ones who have spent most of their lives,
In 'institutions' of higher education...
Learning.
Dripping with opportunities networked.
And how to perfect ideals and intellectualize common sense.
Hoping a combination of that AND research,
Will deliver answers to them as to how to cross the street...
Without the aid of lights or electronic signs,
When they have both malfunctioned!
And the information center on campus has closed.
'OH!
Why can't these things be plagiarized as well?
This cold cruel and bitter world.'
These are the folks who had been running systems failing.
Offering an abundance of pretense.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released to be Re-Leased
How has the economy affected some people?
It has exposed presumptions,
Of those with turned up noses.
To bring reality into an uncomfortable conflict.
Dropping many folks from an ego A list.
With creative ways...
To interpret their reintroduction back into reality.
But still with the best of snob appeal!
This has become quite upsetting.
For so many enforced to stop lease payments.
As well as claims of having ownership of things.
Now subjected to release...
Those precious 'holdings' found to be re-leased!
'We have decided to use our equity,
In the purchase of can goods, subway tokens...
And bus passes!
This year we are ever so determined,
To regain a more physical stamina.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aspiration
Aspiration.
Aah divvent like the winter neets
because wor netty’s doon the yard
It’s caad and damp and has ne leets
and varry often frozen hard.
Aah’d rather use the chamber pot
that hides beneath the double bed.
Aah sometimes wish that aah had got
a warm dry inside loo instead.
Me sister hes a bungalow
that has a bathroom and a loo.
Noo she is rather posh you know
and looks doon on the likes of me.
She married weel, hor man was rich
an left hor weel provided for
Hor life hes gone without a hitch
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Even Those Paid to Be Biased
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
Eyes all over the place,
Are opening wide to see...
Exactly who those victims are.
And recognizing everyday,
The identity of the wolves.
And knowing they've been branded as sheep.
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Need For That Anymore
Sadistic?
I am not.
But I will admit,
Being pushed to the limit...
By those who test,
The loyalty of others.
And I can be cruel,
When mistaken to be a traitor!
I do not even grin broadly,
When there is someone I know...
Or,
Had known...
That use to brag,
About their worldly possessions.
Only to discover...
The world to be in a repossessive mood.
But there does seem to be,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Candle At Twilight
Candle at twilight, on the grave
when ghosts on the wind, are sing
She sits on the tomb playing a violin
all brethren who gather are not heathen
Elizabeth the death
is the eternity of quest
Candle at twilight, in the heart of the night
this be the ballad of folk in ire
in the Hamlet, burn the bonfire
consecrated in the sear of King Lear
Witch on the dark side of the moon
this path I trudge along
and regal tall the omen will loom
Satan the possession is thy doom
these are all graves here eternal
each one is none of a mortal affair
far on the old hill
is Edward of the dead mill
eerie the cross of God! aghast
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poem by Gagan Ahuja
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Time and Eternity
YOUR smile is old,
and time has changed a lot
even a hundredfold
you snob me
you smirk, you tighten your
laughter into
a frown,
it does not work
ditto,
it just does not tick anymore
you've got to change
somehow
i do not really know how
or what or when
time has a way of changing
what it needs,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Folks Who Have 'Arrived
I too am 'degreed'.
But I don't consider myself,
As part of the 'elite'.
I could throw down my rèsumé...
With some of the best.
And then proclaim I am nationally known.
Acclaimed and famous too.
Just to put some flapping lips to rest.
But I am both blessed and grateful,
To have achieved what I've done.
And in a field many said...
My deluded mind had been stung!
With 'drugged' out visions that come.
'Oh, the things I hear! '
And yet some folks who have 'arrived'
Believe they are better than everyone.
Because they have a few more dollars to spend.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Man Who Fails
The world is a snob, and the man who wins
Is the chap for its money's worth:
And the lust for success causes half of the sins
That are cursing this brave old earth.
For it 's fine to go up, and the world's applause
Is sweet to the mortal ear;
But the man who fails in a noble cause
Is a hero that 's no less dear.
'T is true enough that the laurel crown
Twines but for the victor's brow;
For many a hero has lain him down
With naught but the cypress bough.
There are gallant men in the losing fight,
And as gallant deeds are done
As ever graced the captured height
Or the battle grandly won.
We sit at life's board with our nerves highstrung,
And we play for the stake of Fame,
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poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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A little Extra for M'lady Ernestine
I am the hostess with most.
I even boast a family ghost.
Who haunts the family estate.
Of course you must appreciate
she is quite free to come and go.
You never know if she’ll appear.
She’s been around for centuries
and she is rather hard to please.
She will not mix with commoners.
It is the gentry she prefers.
Just who she was nobody knows.
A titled lady we suppose.
A snob or course she is my dear
Her actions make that very clear.
Her history a mystery.
You have to be well bred to see
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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