This Mix Of Blended Nausea Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Is everything done they do prefabricated?
Or is it just those things hidden,
Under secretive cover...
That are eventually discovered by others,
To then become exposed and revealed...
For the purpose to over-hype and frighten.
Especially those locked up in their 'boxes',
With teachings to rate their favorite escapades...
By physical appearances, hair texture and skin color.

'What do you refer to?
Extraterrestials?
Religious beliefs?
The price of gas and oil?
Economics?
Utlilities?
Jobs outsourced?
Exports and/or imports?
The cost of education...
Or employment creation?
Blonds, brunettes, dreads or bald heads?
Blue, brown, hazel, green or grey eyes? '

Which ones are relative to you?

'All of them.'

Oh...
I see.
So you buy into...
Variety is the spice of life nonsense?

'I wouldn't call it nonsense.'

Really?
What would you call this mix of blended nausea?

'That's close enough.'