Corrupted Cups Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't want anymore anonymous stuff,
Some say I must put up with in my cup.
Nothing in the cup I hold will dust from rust.
Since corrupted cups to hold I just don't trust.

'Those cups there 'are' busted.
These have cracks.
But a painting them over,
Will conceal that fact.'

They may just have cracks.
But my concerns are not with that.
I'm into trust not anonymous stuff.
And painting them still leaves them corrupted.

'You are looking too deep.'

I am not looking at all.
I have found what I'm going to keep.
With a guarantee,
Whatever I choose to put in it on me will never leak!