#fraud
A most familiar painting of the Boston Massacre by Paul Revere.
Yeah, that Paul Revere.
The Son of Liberty who on a midnight rendezvous, rode through hours of foot soldiers just to find a minuteman to faithfully shake hands with and agree to the rotten scheme.
Cutting this own plate of my handiwork and calling it his own.
He robbed me as "truly as he plundered me on the highway!"
Indeed, the lawsuits are coming!
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
i waited for grief to come
in floods,
in salt,
in a body emptied out by mourning.
but nothing came.
only fog.
fragments.
a static silence where you should have been.
disgust,
i’ve learned,
is a dry wound.
it does not weep.
it rots.
you called me fake?
dumb?
CRAZY?
as if snapping my bones
could stitch yours whole.
your words clung to my skin
like mould on damp walls.
i scrubbed.
scrubbed.
until i remembered:
“the rot was never mine.”
you spoke like a warden
locked me in isolation,
called it care.
captivity disguised as care.
and i, fool enough,
tried to call it love.
when my heart cracked open,
you entered like a thief,
shattering the mirror
where i kept myself safe.
i watched my life flash
past, present, all of me.
as you clawed at my reflection,
as if breaking me
could free you from yourself.
you were never a batman.
but a boy in a paper mask,
reeking,
hoping shadows would hide your stink.
i don’t hate you.
hate needs blood,
and you’re not worth a cut.
what i feel is filth,
the stench of your voice in my throat,
the memory of lowering myself
to touch something already rotting.
you are not a loss.
you are THE DISGUST.
the shame i scrubbed off my skin,
the vermin i left behind
writhing in its own dirt.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
Americans
Want
Less
Government
More
Freedom
Here’s The Rub
Official’s
Stratagem
Have Been
At the
Trough
For. So
Long. They
Are. Greedy
Rapid. Rats
Inspired songs
1)Money 1973
By Pink Floyd
2) nowhere to run to (nowhere to hide) 1965
By Martha and the Vandellas
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 9:46 PM UTC
Our voices have been stymied, choked off, obstructed
Forever. Let every single vote be counted and tabulated
All must live up and adhere to the democratic principles
Let the vote counters do their jobs. The real exit polls
Are taking place now.Everybody's votes are important
Everybody's voices must be heard; we are adamant
About that. Let's the hard working volunteers do their jobs
We will have a NEW soon. Let our fighters use the big jabs.
Leave the indefatigable clerks alone, let them count the ballots
Stop the nonsense. Quit acting belligerent in the parking lots
All votes must be counted. Democracy is a meticulous process
Be patient. It takes time and resiliency to see and reap its success
Our voices must be heard. Democracy has its particular finesse.
Copyright © November, 2020 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 2:01 AM UTC
It happened again
I let someone in
I felt like we were close
but we floated apart
I'll try to distract myself with art,
I feel so alone,
but can't tell anyone
is this how it starts?
My montage?
I see it in TV shows,
movies and music videos
People evolve and change
but I seem to stay the same
But I'll wait for my beginning
The part where I press play
and see myself at the end
I wonder, will I be grinning?
I feel full of regret,
but I cannot reach out again
to these people I copied
whether it was a mistake or not
I have realized I don't have identity.
This is why I'm lonely.
I don't know who I am
I know who I like but drive them away
I'm a mirror for others to use as display.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 7:30 AM UTC
I could never write
Anything remotely
As flawless as you do
So I'll fake it until
Someday I can find
Beauty in words too
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 7:06 AM UTC
Mr Fraudy
They talk about bringing back the corrupt boss
The camp is divided down the middle
Some for the boss the **** lickers
Some not for the boss the honest ones
A right storm is brewing!
The mango tree and cig area
Plus toilets and canteen buzzed
The old fraudy manager will return
If he does then I will go to war
Start off with a Messenger GC
So all can air their secret views
Knowing there will be a spy there
Do a Google form DO NOT REMPLOY HIM!
This and other things from my end
I’ll take my historic complaints to HR
So it’s on the record he did this
On these dates and will do so again
To some other suckers he rules
Keep an eye out for the ex-boss
He soon maybe your new boss!
Even if HR say other wise
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 11:08 PM UTC
bad tl
a certain team leader/was obsessed with cash/bumping up his metric/any which was he could/legal or borderline illegal/the tales of his was known/he did it in six centres/greed and metric manipulation/not a good example of a good sup/when you meet this snake/watch him closely/he has no conscience/is good at his job/manipulating people and the system/see the car he drives/wears different trainers each day/i'd rather have nothing/than be like him
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 10:50 PM UTC
I'm not afraid of gods
Not particularly afraid of man
The ones that give me pause
Are the ones who think they themselves
Are made in the image of their gods
Gods by association, what are the odds?
They will stop at nothing
To hide the fact
They're both a fraud
I swear to god
©2024
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 4:57 AM UTC
i wince because you wanted me
to love you tenderly and tirelessly,
but tragically for you, all you ever did
was waste my precious time. so, sure,
you can twist my words, do it for
your own self-assurance, but i will
note yours down accurately, for my
own sanity and art; i can handle being
publicly contempted, but we both know,
deep down, you are still attempting
to be something you are so clearly not
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:12 AM UTC
They flip like flapjacks,
Sizzlin' on heat;
They flip like a light switch,
*The rats,
The finks,
The stools,
The snitches.*
How many will get told tonight:
***Y'll sleep wi da fisches.
That'll school you alright.***.
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
Mouse Cat
The client went on about how fraud hit the revenue
A single case of fraud could be bad
Costing thousands in dollars by criminals
Take the Mobile Application on cell phones
This was for business owners to take calls on
Separating them from personal calls
On the upmarket plan it was text capable
With unlimited SMS text messages
It was a free service but if 10,000 were sent
In a single day that cost something
If enough of such fraud cases were done
It cost the company hugely in lost revenue
It took time to find out if a new user was a fake
Doing fraud before their account was cancelled
Even if it took 48 hours to stop them just imagine
How many thousand text message could be sent
On 1 upmarket business account Mobile App
Its ease of use on a cell phone was a drawback
It allowed scammers to call up for a new fake account
Using a stolen credit card to pay
The 30 dollar activation fee for the service
That started immediately with a free 14 day trial
Perfect for nifty social engineering fraudsters
There were hundreds of them all being smart
We all had to be smarter to thwart them
How exactly do you do that?
It was cat and mouse
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC
Lord knocks at the family of four
sensing the needy void
a grace hopes to cure
and fill light to its darkness
that almost devours the other three
for its life-taking shadow
A veil of moonlight uncovers
Lord's worn in tanned and dreads
Together his lady angel
carrying bags of white powder
looking around for space
separated, weighed and fed the void
Led the lord to a room
spacious and humid,
no other stuff but
a static television sound
no moving air
powders remain
let the cure runs thru the house
of juvenile and the lost
Goodbye days are waving
to the lost's relative three
A vast and lonesome emptiness
Hits the face and broke a bridge
Of trust and a second chance
A Lord's fraud grace
put the four
floating in pitch black water
sets the powdered metal
and spark from their eyes
shines through
the soul and life
were almost taken
if the wall didn't catch
the bullet
from the drug lord's blessing.
Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 2:29 AM UTC
Cultivators of silent corpses seed plague, in the ignorant,
Across webs of lust and greed where they will bleed, and pray.
In the motley virile fictions they intoxicate the disempowered,
Dominating with illusions and indoctrinated stories where they prey.
What feared is the interpretation of the vice, not the tyrant,
That is when, history becomes a weapon to, a future, portray.
In writhing thickets of hair the salt of the vengeance is ambient,
Each who was indulged within false Utopia will then repay.
On wounds, salt, time will pour, for the witling faded poor.
That is when, we rinse our papers and end this spurious play.
Scripts to them are art to perceive to what benefits and sells.
Nations are blocked with blind belief of man but not the superior,
While rulers control their puppets, and puppets drug with pills.
Doubting and standing against is remote, it is the ulterior.
With words and malice they steer heads, and penetrate the cells,
Building their heaven upon our hell, where we stay the inferior.
Imprisoning the gospel truthfulness in themselves, the rotten cells.
The times of miracles are over, and prophecies are fulfilled,
but freeing ourselves from mendacity would be our grand miracle.
Salvation is waking up from a fancy dream, and a truth spilled.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
Put on a suit and a pair of heels,
Maybe they won't see the imposter hiding underneath.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
These poems I write, they’re my escape,
though from what I do not know.
My troubles seem to evaporate
the moment I let them show.
I write about love, which is ironic
because I’ve never had a lover.
I used to think maybe I was sick;
for I’ve never longed for one either.
I write about death when I’m feeling down
so I can cry to something new,
but thinking to when I lost real tears,
maybe they weren’t mine to lose.
Even now as I write this down
- my headphones on but paused -
I wonder where my motives are bound,
for I always feel like a fraud.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 1:03 AM UTC
what if i am faking it?
i'm a fraud
i dont know what to do,
or who i am
i'm nervous
i'm angry
i'm anxious
i'm scared
it's all fake
i don't feel any more
what if she's right?
i don't have anxiety
it's all fake
what if i'm faking it?
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 7:08 PM UTC
i am not a man
***** made at best with a lack of quality control
i cry shamefully
waiting for the day
to find that my heart has officially grown cold
like all the good boys
that receive their praise
what id give not to ask
but to only receive
just for one moment
i want to feel
what it feels like to be treated like necessity
and not a burden
i long for everything that will never be mine
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Every poet is a fake
eyewitness, peddler of make-believe hearsay,
A conveyor of love he never knew
in a city he never saw in a way to make you
feel the passion as if it were true,
He is an air-brusher of reality,
Thus a proselytizer of the Absurd:
That you can paint pictures with words;
That you can travel by verbs;
That you can conjure nouns by saying them;
That you can lead several lives within your only one.
Every poet is a fake
taxidermist, seller of second-hand stuffings
of souls that were never alive
Every poet is a fake
imperialist, would be explorer-cum-colonizer
of the terra incognita of your mind
Every poet is a fake
poet
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Church services will resume shortly,
so, get ready to crowd the rectory.
Confessions are in session
cause these are concessions to con men
plying their moral dissent
to compliment other idiots.
Success, cause intellectual blindness
and devotion to a deity who
doesn’t give two *****
about all of you who
are not rich republican men.
We win, my gullible friends.
Come on in.
Kenneth Copeland
and Cresflow dollar
will be taking your money
to support their private jet
go out and get
more stuff while the poor
struggle in debt.
Why care for those who despair?
Why share what we have
instead of bailing out
big businessmen?
We got to open the country again
and we can start with religion
cause they already believe
that science is fake
and magic is reality.
So, lets get them out and about
who cares if grandma get the disease.
We need to please these rich dudes,
these fox news
red hat attitude
gotta get a clue
red state race bating
confederate flag wearing
NRA make America great…
Wait……
Yeah, go to church
your pearly gates await
just please stay in
for at least two weeks
when you get back from
hearing your preacher speak.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
*
*I seem to be deaf to the moon.
So pure yet cold,
it's soft light whispering deep
into my soul, lulling me to a peaceful
rest and yet, I turn away
Various seconds, minutes, hours, days,
months, years blow by like the wind;
fleeting and colourless
Am I not just a speck of dust,
a dancing vapour,
a grain of sand that will
crumble and be forgotten?
How I yearn to be more,
transcend through this mortal coil
to be free of any burdens
to not let my emotions gnaw and drink
from the pools of my sense
my securities
my dreams
and turn a woodland meadows
of light, life and birdsongs
into a blackened forest with raining
ash, brimstone sky
My quill and ink are there
but my hand turns to
that of golden stone, beautiful
but stiff
Still lost I am...
Where is the girl I thought I was?
I fear that all I've cloaked
I will one day become...
I know it's all obscure
But I plan to overcome*
*
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC