Experience Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Experience?
Those with it...
Have grossly diminished,
A quality of life.
Those with it...
Have not communicated,
On levels to diffuse conflicts and fights!
And their argument as to who has more of it...
Has spotlighted the inexperienced,
As being less dim, far less dull...
And actually a lot more bright!
If those with experience had any at all...
Why have they not chosen,
To prove or show they have it as an appetite?

The experienced have been trained,
In prestigious schools!
Granted they probably partied...
And cheated to receive degrees that honored fools.
Or pledged to be in cliques...
Like fraternities and sororities,
As their parents financed it!
Since alumnae supports these halls Ivy Leagued.

And the trails of those experienced have led to this:
Corporations have failed!
And so has the dollar.
Mental and physical diseases have increased.
Fast food to feed the greedy,
Has those obesed from gluttony!
The expense of educational institutions...
Has produced and graduated,
Students who neither can write, comprehend or read!

Where is this experience,
Taught in lessons to them?
Video games and a laziness...
With encouragement of their every whim?

In hospitals.
Politics.
Laws and crooked police!
And churches of all faiths...
Rather keep their preachers wealthy.
As they scandalize from pulpits!
Confessing sins and rules of God they break!

The paths of those experienced!
Has caught them trapped...
Mainlining treachery and deceptions they expose.
Perfidy and poop they do,
While giving the thumbed up nose!

'Crack backers! '

These 'leaders' who have led us,
Have been selected to be the best?
If this is what having experience is...
Bliss has to be redefined,
As being thrilled to live in a heartbreaking mess!

Experience as it is currently being delivered...
Has to have everyone conscious wanting it to stop!
So those with 'less' experience,
Will put those who are...
In psychiatric care!
As well as locked up behind cell bars!
This kind of 'experience' needs to be imprisoned!
Or put these pickled peaches...
Preserved to sit on shelves,
And locked tight in jars!
To collect dust forever.
The taste of them has scarred.

'You talking about experience or peaches?
I'm confused! '

Don't worry about it!
It's time for old ways of doing things
To be changed!
And that's why they need to be preserved.
But not necessarily used for these times!
You know...
Like museum pieces. Relics!