All These... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the liars as usual keep on lying
the misers keep on taking and not giving
the killers still kill
the devil keeps all the evil
the swindlers and hackers update
on their tricks and schemes
the pretenders are here with their new masks
all the devils in this world keep on moving

to have you, and there you are, watching
and waiting to be the next victim

and the police officers rove and shove and
patient and strong sharpening their skills too
at apprehensions

and there is the judge who keeps on hammering too
and then you wander with all these forces in nature
mixed like a salad

you take a spoon and taste it,
and i am asking, 'how is it? does it taste that bad? '