Anyone sitting,
In a position of authority.
Clueless and incompetent.
Yet makes decisions.
Gives opinions.
With a stage AND microphone.
Is the creator of the confusion,
Conflicts, division.
And the reason why,
Communities large and small...
Are diversified in appearance.
But progress to be made,
Has a way to be controlled...
Not by thoughtful common sense.
But who can best tell a joke,
With the local folks.
Those folks taught to be suspicious,
Of those speaking intelligently.
Without ignorance displayed,
On an acceptable regular basis.
Acting as if a clown one day.
And master of ceremonies at a circus,
The next.
Introducing nothing,
That benefits or qualifies as substance.
And this is what the people get,
Wanting to satisfy their addictions...
To excuse making, complaining, fault finding.
With accusations made.
Blaming everyone else but themselves,
For their own dilemmas incapable to face.
However...
Without it to fail kept to prevail,
Is a prioritized entertainment factor.
And...
That's it!
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