Dismissed Fortune Tellers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Time changes that,
Which is believed set in stone.
It's less traumatic today to awaken with amnesia.
Than to witness the wonders of discovery,
Widen the eyes of those devoted to tales told...
Vanishing as truth of events unfold.
While those whistle blowers are being reminisced,
As dismissed fortune tellers.

'In your future I see...
Several hands,
Other than yours...
Playing more than a game of pool,
In your pockets.'

~Stop it.
Were you passed over for a raise you expected? ~

Not to initiate discussions of pervert activity,
But some people became quite offended...
By the thought of someone else,
Tossing big balls around discreetly.
Whistle blowers became labelled...
As those disgruntled,
That nothing was slipped in their pockets...
To keep them hushed.
So they were slandered as liars and crushed.
And to the exits...rushed!

'Those were the days my friend.
Days that came to an end for those snoopers of greed,
Sitting high in executive seats.
And found noticebly cheating to bring more into their homes,
Besides a dozen of eggs and bacon.'
These rats had acquired taste to build their own cheese factories.

Time changes that,
Which is believed set in stone.
It's less traumatic today to awaken with amnesia.
Than to witness the wonders of discovery,
Widen the eyes of those devoted to tales told...
Vanishing as truth of events unfold.
While those whistle blowers are being reminisced,
As dismissed fortune tellers.