Pass To Me The Grits Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A population teased to feed the opulence,
Of a few praising to worship...
The benefits of kept decadence,
Can be directly accredited to their obsessions...
To possess with a perception,
Possessions to impress is a prerequisite accepted.
Although...
A paying off debts never occurs as a deception.

And those who choose with a refusing to be deceived,
To immediately detach themselves from these temptations...
Are accused and abused of being nonconformists.
Suffering through vocal degradations expressed.
But without regrets they know they have been blessed,
To confess adapting to a basic life to live with less...
Has ultimately increased their awareness of happiness.
An achievement to believe with a peace of mind received.

'Pass to me the grits!
I've grown to enjoy the taste of every bit of this.
Glad am I to have sobered from an addiction to greed.
Glad am I my curiosities have diminished that need.'