Mutable Culture Poem by Matthew Foor

Much like a lancet
It slices with ease
To the depth of putrid peril
Repugnant masses replete
Content to fester in their suppository
Of useless politics and
Blood thirsty profligates
The human heart's demarche tainted to no return
Now showing obeisance to the
Human mind
Falling victim to want; straying far behind

Thick-witted promises made possible
By thick-set politicians
A mutable culture
That's what we've become
Fickle to everyone
Unstable to the core, even more
Reticent fools hinder our progress