Wednesday, October 10, 2012


Who are these creeples
That say we’re special people
Then give us their rules
Make us go to school
Try to change us into sheeples

Too many conform
Broken spirits deform
Feeble the norm
They call the rest freakles
Calm precedes the storm

They put lines in the sand
Arbitrary understand
You need papers to cross
They demand
Without them your loss
They are the boss

Who are these creeples
That live on the hill
In their mansions with steeples
Look down at the rest
And call them all dweebles

They are greedy in power
Their souls have gone sour
They have no compassion
They are meeples
Not peoples

They think different is bad
One thing is for sure
There’s only one cure
When enough get mad
They will be had


  1. Love love love it! Your imagination continues to spew great stuff!!

  2. Glad you still have your wit and are continuing to practice your poetry. Getting better all the time.

  3. This is great! Fun to read, love your rhyme...and so so true!