Sweetened Scents Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Little left there is,
That can be covered up.
Or dressed over by sweetened scents.
Nor can flavored speeches given,
In the best politically correct etiquette...
Can dismiss,
Polished and manicured appearances.
Rusting to crumble stable foundations.

No longer do standards to value,
Addressing them to impress.
Will disguise to hide the mess created,
With denials used and made to attempt...
Describing a way of life as envied.
When many can see a tarnishing beginning,
To ruin their golden beliefs.
Awakening those heartbroken to see,
A truth faithfully kept has been deceived.

Little left there is,
That can be covered up.
Or dressed over by sweetened scents.
Eventually facing reality can not be ignored.
Especially when the funk of it,
Is everywhere with the stench of it to smell.