You
can get ripped off anywhere,
As
we all live in a criminal lair
Of
prowlers into cunning conning
With
no scruples of belonging.
They
don't sing a song of worldly belong
And
remain in the annoying throng
Of
dishonest persons being criminals
Acting
as innocent, respectful citizens.
I've
been ripped off numerous times online,
And
they find in-kind to be acting within the law,
So
they don't have a sentence of serving their time,
As
they know loopholes, and acting like moles
They
implore to the rich and poor to open their door.
Will
fate catch up with them, and will karma score
For
us victims in remaining and suffering the sore
Mentality
of their gravity in fleecing gullible we,
Remains
to be as they are a travesty to being free.
©
Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
This reminded me of the street I live, Why I have not friends? opposite me is a halfway house for exconvicts.
ReplyDeleteNext door both sides are drug addicts and further up the street are alchoolics.
I loved your poem Andrew.
The message came across all to evident.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. I'm so sorry for where you live! Surrounded by undesirables! Thank you for liking my poem. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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