Middle Class Bucks
People who abuse the art of making excuses...
By using them to protect themselves,
To slander someone else.
Will experience a slow unvealing of their deeds,
To produce what others would not believe.
And when this happens,
The ostracizing for them becomes unbearable.
They begin to wear,
Their hearts on their sleeves!
And they do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
To gain themselves sympathy,
To ease the guilt that strains...
Their sleepless nights,
In a struggle with their thoughtless...
That does not release them,
From the ooze of their shallow brains.
People want others to believe,
They are who they say they are...
And not what people see.
They are clever with deception,
Using this before...
To some successful degree,
That has been clinically explored!
With a cloaking that goes ignored.
Until it becomes obvious,
What they use has been a crutch!
They would love to see themselves as 'angels'...
But they wallow in envy.
And this shows much too much!
And they do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
To gain themselves sympathy,
To ease the guilt that strains...
Their sleepness nights,
In a struggle with their thoughtlessness...
That does not release them,
From the ooze of their shallow brains!
They do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
And they hand this 'legacy' down to their children.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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