Poetic Dreams - Other's Poems - Hypocrite - by: Meridian Zuriel - submitted: 29 January 2006

I protest against abortion, yet I’ve been there
I say let your tresses grow out, yet I cut my hair
I protest against lesbianism, yet I’m gay
I tell others don’t rob God, yet my tithes I refuse to pay
I profess to be a Gentile, but yet I’m a Jew
I say I’m a monk yet I live different from what I tell you
I go against Catholicism, yet that’s my religion
I speak about concord in the family, yet my family is close to division
I claim to be single, yet I’m married with kids
I say I buy PG-13 for mine yet I let them watch pornographic vids

I can’t stand Republicans, yet I’m one myself
I’ve been broke for a while now, yet I inherit a lot of wealth
I claim to have a free criminal record yet I’ve been a jailbird
I admitted to shoplifting once, yet that time made my third
I’m all about truth, yet I’m the biggest liar there is
I told you I’m not a hacker expert, yet I’m a computer whiz
I said I don’t get into fights, yet I’m a known bully
I told a half-truth to you yesterday. Wait. I lied fully.
Ya’ll know I hate R&B, yet that’s what I got playing
I tell you I talk to God at least 5 times a day, yet I’m not praying

I say angel dust is bad, yet I sniff it up my nose
I say I’m not a hippie, yet one has to question my clothes
This book is an abomination, yet that’s exactly what I’m reading
I claim to be a vegetarian, yet venison is what I’m feeding
I’m lactose intolerant, yet I gulp down a glass of milk
I declare not to like smooth-feeling, flashy wear, yet I got on silk
I say cotton makes me itch, yet this coat is made of wool
My car has been on E for a while, yet my car is nearly full
I kept myself before marriage, but yet I wasn’t a virgin
Oh I’m free of sin, yet my soul needs a good purging

I complain about others dying their hair, yet mine is green
I tell others how much I respect my folks, yet I’m nothing but mean
My kids aren’t troublesome, yet this is their 5th time with the Dean
To me, she’s my world, yet I put poison in her pinto beans
Steroid users are cheaters, yet I’m taking them for strength
I don’t go to clubs, yet last night, that’s where I went
I scorn at those who write bad checks, yet I’ve wrote about 10
I’m still professing to be holy now, yet I’m the devil’s twin

…get my drift?...

Clive (71.37.156.96) -- Saturday, January 28 2006, 09:03 pm

Glad to read
Hi Merie, glad Im back reading your words your a writer I stand back and amaze,One day soon I'll write like you,but for now I'll read and dream

Meridian (70.106.29.239) -- Monday, January 30 2006, 03:22 pm

Clive!
It's good to see you writing still, Clive! Thanks for reading this poem of mine. I remember saying the same thing to someone else, about writing like them. You remind me of me. LOL. You wouldn't wanna write like me would you? In all seriousness, thanks again for commenting!

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