Hallucinated Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Looking for confusion.
Conflict, war and woe.

Those petty.
Unhappy.
And the ones thinking,
They only exist to disturb others.
With an inflicting of their mental instabilities,
Just for fun and the attention this gets.

And for too long too many have stayed willing,
To permit and give people like this...
Their patience, time and tolerance.
Along with a diminished quality of life.
To accept with beliefs kept to keep cherished,
That vigils and prayers conducted overnight...
Will awaken fools who have been created,
With a seeing themselves unappreciated.
To begin their struggle against,
Blight and ignorance to adapt and adopt...
What those 'now' enlightened,
Prefer to refer to as common sense.
Long before normalcy became accepted decadence.
But only those who have aged,
Remember those straight, narrow and simple days.

'Good luck! '
Say some ducks.
Realizing to comprehend,
All of them have been fated...
To a lifetime of quacking.
Although a few insist with continued wishes,
Others will eventually come to see them to believe...
When they waddle to strut with feathers to pluck,
They are far more superior than just being ducks.

Looking for confusion.
Conflict, war and woe.
They go.
Those 'young' and unable to overcome 'themselves'...
Seeking with it demanded from teachings interpreted,
To be convincing with beliefs...
No matter how outrageous they may be,
They are entitled to do what they choose...
Wherever, whenever to do what they please.

Looking for confusion,
With a spreading their delusions...
From the bottom to top.
And no matter where they drop it.
Looking for confusion,
With a spreading their delusions...
From the bottom to top.
And no matter where they drop it.
Hallucinated.
They are...
Hallucinated.

Hallucinated.
They are...
Hallucinated.

Hallucinated.
They are...
Hallucinated they are.
Hallucinated they are...
Hallucinated.