Sickened By The Wicked And Kicked Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.

And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.

O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!

So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.

And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.

Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!

So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.

And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.

O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!

Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!

So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.

Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!

With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.

And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.

Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And signs of empathy don't come at all!

'You and me too.
Used and abused!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!

And O.D.'d by these phonies,
We once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
We chose not to see!
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked! '