Fabric Of Corruption Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The fabric of corruption,
Is attached and fits...
The frame it has covered,
Like traditions sacred.
And held deep with sentiments.

The comfort of it delights,
The appetite for some.
Who believe the doing of this...
Produces gold with a deceiving tongue.
And leaves a satisfaction,
As good as the sniffing of grandma's biscuits.

It's gets in one's system...
With no getting rid of it.
It is as normal as the licking,
Done by anticipating lips!
And,
Enjoying every bit of it...
Like an addiction meant,
With no attempts to resist!