Arlene Corwin Poetry

To All The Criminals In The World

What will you do with all the money that you steal?
Such frivolous ambition, shallow drive!
Feel more alive? A fancy meal?
Believe me there are better things to make life real.
Designer clothes, a fancy house?
Lots of sex to prove that you
Are more than mouse?
What’s wrong with you?
You’re gonna die. We all just do!

What in heaven’s name or hell…?
Greed makes lucre small and smell,
The whole ambition yellow.

Gluttony, and hunger, all those drives for more:
There more is less, they’re glamor-less!
Not to speak of pains you cause:
The drain of pain,I’m such dunce! I mailed ‘onions’ to the wrong Erik. I got an email back – “What onions?” Not only had I mailed to the wrong Erik, but I had spelled “onions” wrong. Oh, God!

Anyway, dear Erik, when you have the time, the largest, (cheapest) package of onions would be most appreciated. It’s obvious we use A LOT of onions.

Arlene
The chain of pains you deign to cause.

What can I say?
You betray what being human’s meant to be:
Nice, kind, generosity in idea, actuality,
Energy, all conduct and activity.

To all the thieves and villains,
All the gangsters, burglars, miscreants,
You’re not the fancy pants you think you are or aim to be.
So I repeat, believe you me,
It’s all so hare-brained. Wait and see!
You will wake up one day agreeing.

To All The Criminals In The World 5.16.2017/revised 5.24.2020 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Time, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin