Crooked. <br />There is nothing straight about it. <br />There is nothing in the eyes, <br />Or the face that projects... <br />An honesty that's been sewned, <br />For an expected harvest <br />That reaps up rot instead of respect. <br /> <br />Crooked. <br />Like snakes with coiled tails. <br />Thieves bewitched like these, <br />Should not be speaking to appease... <br />With such ease. <br />Crooked are the hoodwinkers' comments. <br />And what they have done... <br />Should land everyone of them in jail! <br /> <br />Tastefully displayed... <br />And yet crooked are the beasts that lead. <br />Living in shells and crawling to prevail, <br />Like escargot when 'cooked'... <br />Are nothing more than scavenger low life snails! <br /> <br />Feeding on and releasing junk, <br />Are the crooked!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crooked-2/
