Under The Table
Bring on the hot topics,
Afraid by others to mention or touch.
Bring on those subjects,
That disturb the ones...
Sitting on their self righteous butts.
People of a certain 'standard',
Seldom openly discuss...
Appalling and unappealing matters,
That are for them below their upturned noses.
Although they may 'pocket' royalities...
From that which in public,
They will claim disgusts!
Bring on the hot topics,
Afraid by others to mention or touch.
Bring on those subjects,
That disturb the ones...
Sitting on their self righteous butts.
From places directed...
To get a piece of their under the table taking,
Of the giving of 'cuts' they love so much.
'Did you see and hear what I heard?
I can't BELIEVE what is being tolerated these days.
Such filth.
Excuse me...
Do you mind telling the waiter,
We will have another round of caviar and champagne.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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