Pulchritudinous Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why are those people strutting around,
With such a pulchritudinous arrogance.
As if they've been hypnotized,
By a scent of their own greatness.

'Those are the 'new' influential leaders.
They have been just designated,
As the most dysfunctional representatives...
Of extraordinary ignorance,
To represent the best interests of the people.
Since any documentation has been kept.
And they have taken a pride,
In the crumbling of those foundations.'

But...
Hasn't what they've done,
Is to themselves?
Primarily?

'Of course.
But they have done it more effectively.
And this,
As they perceive it...
Has been their greatest achievement to date.
They plan other such events in the future.
That is what they are promising.'

That can not be the reason they celebrate?
That's absolutely astounding.
The peak of incredulous.

'Sssshhh.
One of them just heard you say that.
Look into his eyes.
See?
He is elated.
They are glazing over as if he is euphoric.
He is thrilled.'

But no one.
No One,
Is 'that' unconscious!

'Not him.
Not the ones dressed in suits,
Looking like zombies.
Not them.
Over there...
The younger ones.
The ones who appear as if,
They have just graduated from college.'