'Mysteriously' Blown A Fuse Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The biggest problem people keep in their minds,
Not to leave...
And they believe others seek and need,
Is the giving of their unsolicited opinion.
From a point of view that skips over,
An overdue self examination mired in deep denial.
And entangled with delusions to praise,
Most today are afraid to eliminate.

Few on the move and with business prioritized to do,
Are not doing this with wishes to please anyone.
That is...
Anyone not within the scope of their mutually shared,
Interdependent necessity deemed dependable....
Between themselves to agree.

And those deluged with requests,
To have their noses stuck up in affairs not theirs...
Aren't dealing with reality.
And that's where the core of their dilemmas lie.
As if on-a-call and stand-by status.
With a staying in a mental decay that wont go away,
Because of a fear someone will judge...
With an increasing dose of their undiagnosed anxieties,
Releasing their insanities to validate by those,
Already exposing to show their own 'abnormalities'.
To excuse when one of them has 'mysteriously' blown a fuse!

'He represents standards we value.
How could this ever happen? '

Uh...let's see.
Could it be...
Those standards we value?

'Naw.
Not here!
That's not a possibility.
Where can you honestly say,
You see the appearance of any flaws? '