Sick Stuff Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Often these upheaval days,
Too many are wrongly accused...
Of saying or doing,
Something said or done to do...
Offensive and inappropriate.
Like...
Calling idiots fools.
And...
Imbeciles,
Ignorant and stupid.
Or dumbdowned below,
Being dumbfounded.

However...
Morons have that category,
To themselves.
As if to wear as a badge of honor.
And should and if that bar is raised,
Unnoticed it is.
Since this level of mentality,
Has been successfully achieved purposely.
Incredible to accept or believe,
This to be a possibility.
Nothing done these days,
Should surprise or shock anyone.

Never before,
Has such a level of effective ineptness...
Gone ignored to be supported.
Endorsed AND cheerfully applauded.
By the many who feel,
They have finally been represented...
In the highest elected offices.
Leaving no one left to argue or dispute,
What mindlessness has been accomplished.

Yet...
This drugging once to have them feeling,
Flying high on the wings...
Of eagles depicted to be patriotic birds.
Has begun to slowly descend this high flight,
With a dangerous dropping of dynamite.
On pretensions no longer they find delightful.
More frightful they have become.
By what appears clear in their eyesight.

One they chose to follow,
Is discovered to be...
Crazed, narcissistic, egocentric.
And without debate,
Mentally unstable.
Although...
Capable to captivate.
And completely erase their thought process.

This...
Is some sick stuff.
Some may regard,
As bad sick stuff.
Others?
Good sick stuff.
The awakening majority,
Can only say it all is sick.
Enough and too much of it to have had!