Tiller of the Dirt

Till Err of the Ground

LarrWayne Po
Tiller of the dirt,
Looking for someone to hurt,
Mind your own business,
If you have one,
A mind that is,
One worth the huddle.
Never looking for good,
You are the thud
Of a bad bounce,
That didn't stick in the mud,
When untuned thoughts
Hit the ground.

Oh guess what I know
About those you don't scold.
They were not always perfect.

Who would have guessed that,
Rat tattle head?
Unless the misbehaved
Are going to do it again,
What is the value
Of a sly grin?

You snoop around
Just for the game
And hope for money
Playing the shame trade.
A boo boo, you are.
Hoping for
A quick fall,
You would grease the floor
To watch someone slip
To get a tip.

Get a life.
You might find one,
If you try.

Published by LarrWayne Po

LarrWayne, AKA Quack Jack of many trades. If the educated do not educate others, the long term pay back will be "We are surrounded by the uneducated and they want to rule over us". Politically incorrect poem...  View profile

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  • Lori Gunn2/23/2011

    Well written and a good read ♥ Thanks for sharing :)

  • R.C. Johnson2/23/2011

    You choose such interesting words, such as 'Rat tattle head' - I always reread your poems a number of times and enjoy them more each time. rcj

  • Jack Wellman2/22/2011

    What a great God-given gift you have my friend.

  • leroy coffie2/22/2011

    very good

  • Delicia Powers2/22/2011

    very sharp edge and on game... you call to task with great skill, wonderful poem and style!

  • Michele Starkey2/22/2011

    Those who "grease the floor" can do that in so many deceitful ways - both verbally and physically. Slander is a grease. So is ridicule. cheers

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