In Sessions (With Finesse) Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Bad dudes depicted,
By bad dudes in suits...
Dressed to impress professed,
Confessions...
What they've chosen to do,
Is different from the rest.
And can not be compared,
To address and identify...
With a 'there' that isn't,
To qualify as justified.

Bad dudes picked to sit,
In positions...
Without experience.
But have committed,
Familiar crimes to redefine.
Find explanations to delude,
A truth to dismiss.
With an undermining to exclude.

Smooth bad dudes,
In sessions seize...
An opportunity to deceive.
Smooth bad dudes,
In sessions seize...
A truth to twist,
Any reason to believe...
Treason exists.
And the appearance of it,
Is a created nonsense.

In suits bad dudes fool.
And under oath joke and trick.
In suits bad dudes dupe.
To gratify lies to satisfy.
In suits bad dudes pursue,
Under oath to provoke folks...
Once patriotic.
Loyal and myopic.
Now to raise eyebrows,
Listening in sessions.
To false confessions heard...
Conveniently intended,
To suppress with finesse...
All there is that's connected,
To integrity and trust...
As a must.
But rusting into dust,
Gone to blow in...
Shifted winds.