To All The Criminals In The World

What will you do with all the money that you steal?
Such frivolous ambition, such shallow drive!
To feel alive?  A fancy meal?
Believe me there are better things to make life real.
Designer clothes, a fancy house?
Lots of *** to prove that you are more than mouse?
What’s wrong with you?
You’re gonna die.  We all just do.

What in heaven’s name (or hell)?
Greed just makes you small and smell -
The whole ambition yellow.

Gluttony, and hunger, all those drives for more –
Their more is less.  They’re glamor-less!
Not to speak of pain you cause:
The drain of pain,
The chain of pain you deign to cause!
What can I say?
You betray what human beings’s meant to be:
Nice, kind, with generosity
Abounding in all thought and deed,
All energy, all conduct and activity.

To all the thieves and villains,
All the gangsters, burglars, miscreants,
You’re not the fancy pants you think you are - or aim to be.
So I repeat, believe you me,
It’s all so hare-brained.  Wait and see!
You will wake up one day agreeing.

To All The Criminals In The World 5.16.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Time, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin






You're gonna die.  We all just do.