Funk Busters Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Rusting trust discussions,
Can not seem to hush...
Those gathering more disgusted,
Who represent themselves...
As determined organized funk busters.

They wish to eliminate,
An escalation of discrimination...
Caused by petty indifferences,
Amongst them that exist.
That has created infighting to ignite,
Expedited confusion that abuses...
A nonstop acceleration of mental and physical pain.
And growing tired they have become,
Of hearing the same accusations claimed...
To lay blame on others using unchanged complaints.

They wish to eliminate,
That which has been in their sight for decades.
Decaying their quality of life rapidly fading.
But what these funk busters wish with a wanting to do,
Can not be done if no one is courageous enough...
To self-examine with the facing of the truth.

Rusting trust discussions,
Can not seem to hush...
Those gathering more disgusted,
Who represent themselves...
As determined organized funk busters.
And their arguments continue.

'No one will take us seriously,
If we have these meetings with just snacks to eat.
People have requested fried chicken and potato salad.
And how seriously can we expect them to take us,
If nobody brings at least...
One sweet potato pie or a pound cake to treat?
And what about the card games we use to play,
While we met to discuss our priorities to list?
The people don't take us seriously,
Because what they value we have decided to dismiss.'

Rusting trust discussions,
Can not seem to hush...
Those gathering more disgusted,
Who represent themselves...
As determined organized funk busters,
Wanting to rid all that funk from us.
But without the funk displayed,
Will the people then be made...
To acknowledge and clean up the junk they've laid,
With a doing to find themselves the cause of it?