Conspiracy Theories Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not everyone believes,
In conspiracy theories.
It just seems that way.

Today...
There are folks with eyes,
Wide open to refuse or accept...
Wooden houses built,
And money...
Are actually made from trees.
Not from parents to get.
Or receive to leave them,
Inherited as beneficiaries...
From an insurance policy.

Even the air to breathe it.
Without oxygen to mix,
With hydrogen assisting...
This process.
Not a human being on Earth,
Could reproduce or permit...
Sexual acts perform.
Giving life to birth it.

Well...
Except for those who claim,
They had been born...
From miracles to allow them,
To be...
Emaculately conceived.
With proper etiquette.
And the best of social graces!

Oh...
There is no stopping,
To those pretensions today.
And more valued to charade.
Are false idols to imitate,
Immortality to masquerade.

As an objective to prove,
Eliminating what has been...
For them digested.
Is as natural act,
Everyone who is human does.
Yet...
There are many,
Who will be heard to confess...
This natural act,
They had never done to do.

Yet...
What is witnessed to bloom,
Withers to fade away.
Recycled and replaced.
Regardless who applies,
Expensive moisturizes...
On their faces to erase age.
Does not prevent,
Each stage of life...
An experience to avoid it.

This to observe and see,
Clear and vividly.
Many will argue,
Is just another...
Unproven conspiracy theory.
And these folks happen to be,
Limited in consciousness.
Descendants of the mindless.
Thoughtless and restricted...
To delusions sought to market.
Until...
Those Sunrises begin to set.
Taking conspiracies,
Proven or not.
Left behind in minds,
Unresolved to forget them.

And what was to prioritize,
Loses whatever significance...
To pass on to fools.
Choosing ignorance to value!
As if this to digest,
Produces the eliminating...
That feeling of truth.
Constipating...
A delusional although painful,
Existence to approve of it.