Flushed To The Gutter Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Flushed to the gutter.
By an unsuited deluded punk.
Witnessed to junk values.
Once regarded and prioritized,
Like none others to claim to be number one.
Now outted.
No longer doubted.
To be a blinded puppet who undermines.
A turncoat.
And a sleaze.
Confined to image and treason.
Representing minds like these,
Also mentally diseased.
And,
A bold assessment of one obsessed.
With an ego dangerous.
Revealing to those less self righteous,
A sliding to the bottom...
Are many following yet unconvinced.
Their quality of life to keep,
Has lost defenders.
Weakened and without backbone.
Who would rather stay debating.
A reality to disbelieve.
Knowing they too had approve the sleaze.
Although to discredit it,
Will reveal them all...
As systematic and spineless hypocrites.