King Of The Boogie Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So difficult it is.
And nearly impossible to convince,
Anyone...
Accustomed to cheating and deceiving,
Throughout their entire life to live it,
Invested in denial and fraud.

And...
Taught with this to teach,
To walk tall arrogantly through halls.
With an ego attached.
Absorbing self importance.
Adorned to reflect,
On approving mirrored walls.

So very difficult it is,
To be the one called.
And chosen to tell,
Anyone like this who dwells...
In incredible self indulgence.
And demands to be accepted and seen,
As King of The Boogie.
And the rhythm that feeds to supply,
Everything brought to bring...
All hearts that beat to breathe!

How possible can this be done.
The telling of anyone,
Raised to feast upon fraud and corruption.
Their time has come,
To face the facts.
And the false music played,
That has come to fade the fakeness of it.
Drifting away.
In a head that has lost,
Not only the boogie.
But also the rhythm of the people,
Too tired of pretending a giving of support.
Of following to endorse a beat.
Overwhelmingly defeating beneath them.