Can Not Believe The Odor Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

In a rush to flush
To collect in a cesspool sludge.
This mess has got to go.
It stinks and nothing about it is attractive.
Reeking from an overindulged diet,
Of hoodwinks and criminal intent...
That has blocked a natural flow.
And now has constipated arteries,
That once provided clear passage...
Ready to shut all systems down!
Let's hope there is still time,
To rid ourselves of this slime!

The best way to do it is to get it out in the open!
Many have been deceived and can not believe the odor!
The actions attempted to remain hidden,
Are going to smell for quite some time to come!
But at least the air is still safe to breathe...
And free of total pollution!
Right now it appears to be that way.
Unless that is also another illusion taught to digest...
And believe!