Minds Contaminated Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Contaminated minds.
Hollow.
Minds contaminated,
From the inside out.
Living to address pretense and image.
Giving flair,
An imitation onlookers crave.
Since nothing else qualifies these days,
The giving more time to it.
Especially...
If not found to be pictured on a yacht.
Or discussed over organically ground tea.
With imported crumpets.
Flown and delivered exclusively.
What significance could their be,
In anything else?

Contaminated with self importance.
And names to drop.
The have nots wish they could spell.
With a 'von' who cons in between scenes.
Afterall,
These are established thieves.
Living on a lifeline that is temporary.
And doing it,
While riding on the backs of taxpayers.
Laboring in fields,
Giving up blood sweat and tears.
To those who cheat steal and deceive.

Welcome,
To a reality...
Unbelievable to believe,
What is prioritized to lack substance.
And yet,
It is that lack of substance...
People everyday are wanting more to have.
Plastic.
Long-lasting.
And...
Contaminates!