Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

People Aren't That Dumb


Is someone who is coached to lead...
Someone needed to bolster issues of trust?
Can that person truthfully convince,
They possess leadership qualities...
To allow others to breathe easily.
And accepted as one of independence.
Without displaying a hint of incompetence?

Or will a dumbdowning done,
Implemented by everyone.
Not notice that such leadership...
Isn't what it should be,
For anyone observing...
To realize,
There is in fact..
None!
But given time such qualities will some day come!

And the person selected based on appearances...
Looks the part just to get an election won!

'That will 'never' happen.
People aren't 'that' dumb! '

Submitted: Tuesday, September 30, 2008

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