Pure Swine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They stand for nothing and wish for less.
With wealth of culture...
Settling for mediocrity is their best.
And conversations haven't changed,
From years of gossip passed around!
Stunted from 'blunts' and thisclose to a thought!
All are seen out and looking for one,
But suffer they do...
From nothing learned or taught.

Comfort levels have leveled out.
Nothing concrete is spoken about!
Dodging depths of thinking done...
Everyone accuses someone of having none.
And the ones being disrespected,
Are those separated from the rest.
Snubbed and criticized...
For having vigor, vim and zest!
Opened eyes upon this place,
Survive closed tight on this mess.

And 'souls' kneel praying to protect it!
Infesting ignorance.

There is a place like this existing.
When first seen it is irresisting.
And then it becomes noticed...
Something is wrong with the people's minds.
They are not what they should be at all.
Something within them has been redefined.
One part is demonic...
And the other is pure swine!

Changing nothing for those deranged.
And further behind the times they climb!
Like pigs in a pen...
Happy slinging mud,
And whimpering in foul whines!