Hypocrisy

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Vice is pouring from humankind’s pores,
we’re thieves and conmen and pimps and whores,
we’re dealers, receivers and peeping perverts
on the constant lookout for greedy perks.
Some will do anything while some specialise
but most of us use common tricks and lies.

What can you expect when the heads of the land
are crooked and immoral and underhand;
uplifting the rich and crushing the poor,
discouraging peace and glorifying war,
while the media plays games to corrupt the mind;
twisting every human story they find.

And the people look out of their windows and say
What’s gone wrong with the world today?
There’s Junkie John, he’s been stealing again
and I hear the police have arrested young Ben
for selling crack cocaine and speed;
army conscription  is what they need.

They turn from the window as the doorbell rings
and John is outside with tasty things.
They pull out cheese and a leg of  lamb,
a pack of salmon and a large chunk of ham;
fifteen quid the lot, a pretty good price
for keeping our country in a state of vice.

They freeze all the meat and they tell themselves
they couldn’t afford honest food on the shelves.
If it wasn’t for Junkie John’s rotten thieving ways
they’d sometimes be deprived of proper food for days.
Then they fire up the Mac and rest their tired feet
while they trawl the ether for a new three-piece suite.

Written for The Daily Post #Vice

©Jane Paterson Basil

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16 thoughts on “Hypocrisy

    1. I hate it.
      Somebody I liked offered me coffee and cheese the other day. I asked him where it came from, and he said a couple of crack heads show up in his street every few days with stolen goods for sale. He used the usual excuse “If I don’t buy it someone else will.”
      We all know the answer to that.

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  1. This may be an obscure reference lost, but the feeling of this poem reminds me of We Happy Few. Set in Britain with all the characters in these twisted extreme grins hiding their true emotions. It’s like a tidal wave of secret vice waiting to crash down on people. Wonderful post~

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    1. I’d never heard of We Happy Few – I didn’t even know what it was until I googled it. It looks great! Set in 1964 – I was nine then, but in the 70’s I strolled around in Indian cotton and cheesecloth, irritating the other hippies by turning down acid and mandies.
      Ha! I’m British, and maybe I picked something up from the stoned silliness.
      I love your comment. Thanks for reading, and alerting me to that game. I think I’ll seek it out.

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