Foul Odor Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Either this connection,
Is getting more defective.
With no urgency to correct.
Or is it suggested,
What stinks with a foul odor...
Would be better left to accept.

'Why do you insist,
Your standing in the middle...
Of a sinking swamp,
Can be sold as the best...
That a future you envision,
Offers.
And only you have the ability,
To sell the concept.
Without producing,
A speck of proof.

'Because I have learned,
How to seal a deal...
Before proving evidence.
To leave no one to suspect,
The best of my work...
Is motivated,
With lots of hype.
And midnight guessing.'