Funky Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Incredibly following,
Blindly behind...
Anyone irresponsible.
With no proof of having,
Competence to find.
Or a mind shown,
Stability is theirs,
Alone and it to own.

This to dismiss and condone,
As nothing more...
Than negative comments to ignore.
Can eventually become to be and see,
From the inside out.
An opportunity to exit,
Through all closed to open doors.

Since unmistakably,
Foul is the smell increasing.
Identified to come,
From...
The very ones who consented.
Yet could have prevented,
Complete and total devastation...
To their image grabbing false pretensions.
Presented to imitate impressions to make!
Left to leave them funky.
Embarrassing is the odor.
And too overwhelming to fake the stench!