It Has Become Our Entertainment Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those people fleeing,
With paperwork flying in the air...
All over the place.
Who are they?

'We are doing the best we can,
To ignore them.
Those are the scholars hired,
To implement their ideals...
Of what to them a progess is.

Look around.
Do you see all of this chaos? '

Can I see it?
I can't miss it.

'Well...
We are doing our best to clean up their mess.
And our investigations have shown,
Them to be the culprits.'

To where do they flee?

'Who knows.
We've learned to let them go.
It's just another one of their acts...
Making attempts to run away,
From their own desperation at our expense.
That has become a cycle of events to witness.'

What if they tried to come back?

'From where?
We already know who they are.
You ever see a dog chase its own tail?
Doesn't it look foolish?
And with the barking?
It has become our entertainment.'

Unfortunately,
It isn't free.

'Tell me about it! '