The Pathetic Apatheticness Of Apathetics Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You can not rush them to reality fast enough.
Overloaded with empathy?
Bummed out on low levels of unconditional love?
Shared as if you were running for office of the Love god.
Ripped and selling temptation, sex and false teases.
What made you stop?
The sight of those who have no clue or could care less...
That hints are now being driven without doubt,
And with the use of street jackhammers?
You would have to be high as hell not to feel it.
This reality can not be dismissed!
Not if someone was on a crack and vodka kick diet.
And buzzed into a stupor for a week.
There is a fresh air thief going on tonight...
Yes.
And the pathetic apatheticness of apathetics,
Blinded by cartoon effects...
Are going to be the first most affected,
By the speed and precision of what is being done.