Heat Dispensed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We all are pawns to planned speeches and day old bread.
It's stale no matter how it's nibbled...
Wrapped around the tongue,
Or followed by reheased sincerety.
It is becoming common to hoodwink, sidetrack, derail...
Or simply just flat out lie!
And it's enjoyed!
Addicted to the wickedness....
And finding ourselves cynical in dealing with reality!
It's not political!
It's 'anal'-istic!
A rustic suburban thrust up the rear end,
That's becoming enjoyed...
With each disgusting revelation,
Of another high profile butt exposed...
As if being crank out on an assembly line,
From a factory producing 'nutts' without bolts being craved!
Or chalk boards sold to the blind...
To communicate daily updates!
The supply for this is in much demand!
And we no longer seek solutions!
Instead we are seen shopping for better lubricants...
Some fantastic and with heat dispensed.
And sharing the routines by which we are getting laid,
Without a hint of being compensated.
This method is preferred!