David Pekrul

"Not Bourgeoise" and "Nobody Needs Me No More" - two poems



Posted: Friday, March 20, 2009

by David Pekrul

I think we all know or at least knew someone like this over the years. You know, the person who figured they deserved the best, most import, and highest paid job without having to work for it. Unfortunately, they're still out there.

Not Bourgeoise

Another day and I'm still here,
I think I'll have another beer,
For I'm not going anywhere,
The situation is unfair.

For others have the better jobs,
And from the poor they seem to rob,
While I just sit upon this couch,
And eat potato chips and slouch.

What's that you say?, Get off my ass?
I think I'll let that comment pass,
Those labour-jobs are not for me,
I am "executive", you see.

And I deserve the penthouse floor,
A secretary and much more,
And everyone to wait on me,
And give me all things I decree.

I shouldn't have to work for it,
I think my argument's legit,
For I am better than the rest,
In 'genius' I have been blessed.

But until others share my views,
I'll watch the 'tube' and drink my booze,
And wonder how it came to be,
That I'm a Serf, not Bourgeoisie.

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And then there is that person who was the most popular, most successful, most famous, most idolized, etc. This poem is about such a person who was all these things, except he wasn't genuine. It was all a fraud and his house of cards came tumbling down.

Nobody Needs Me No More

I was once the Man Of The Hour,
The King Of The Hill,
The Tower Of Power,
One fateful day, the whole thing went sour,
Now nobody needs me no more.

I was once the Cream Of The Crop,
The Toast Of The Town,
The Man At The Top,
One fateful day, it came to a stop,
Now nobody needs me no more.

I was once The Top Of The Heap,
The Man With A Song,
The Perfect White Sheep,
One fateful day, I started to weep,
'Cause nobody needs me no more.

Now I'm just The Low Of The Low,
The Scum On The Pond,
The One Who Eats Crow,
One fateful day, I reaped what I sowed,
Now nobody needs me no more.

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170 Carr Cres.
Okotoks, AB
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E-Mail:dpekrul@gmail.com




David Pekrul was born in New Westminster, B. C. Canada.

He wrote his first poem in February, 2004, as an Anniversary card for his wife, Linda. Being rather pleased by the results of his first attempt, he wrote a second one, then another and another. He soon realized that he was in love with words.

The pictures that his words paint may not always be pretty, but they are pictures worth viewing, for he writes about the world around him, whether they be things good, bad or otherwise. He also writes about family, nature, God and faith.

His first poetry book, "Parts Of The Sum Volume One" has just been published and can be found at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3145051

David makes his home in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with his wife Linda and spoiled pup, Tiki.

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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)
» left by Ken McCreless
 3 years 47 days ago.
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Awesome!! These poems, especially "Nobody Needs Me No More," read like a song!!
» left by David Pekrul 3 years 47 days ago.
69 fans.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Much appreciated.
» left by Swapna Nanda
 3 years 47 days ago.
20 fans.
Another work of Art Mr. David. Wonderful poems with a very serious lesson. Yes we reap what we sow. It is also encouraging not to grow weary of going and being good because it ultimately pays off. Thank you Sir.
 
with regards,
 
Swapna
» left by David Pekrul 3 years 47 days ago.
69 fans.
Thanks once again, Swapna.
» left by Connor Davidson
 3 years 46 days ago.
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Another two well set out poems which are a plesure to read. Thanks.
» left by David Pekrul 3 years 46 days ago.
69 fans.
Thanks Connor,
And I hope the messages in them hit the mark.
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