Muted To Be Booted And Unsuitable Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Muted to be booted and unsuitable.
Our reality,
Is muted to be booted and unsuitable.
With it done, declared and accepted,
To protect those of etiquette...
Wanting to perfect imperfections.
And standards nowhere to be met.
Yet,
Muted to be booted and unsuitable.
Our reality,
Is...
Muted to be booted and unsuitable.
With it done, declared and accepted,
To protect those of etiquette...
Wanting to perfect imperfections.
And standards nowhere to be met.
Yet,
Corruption does exist.
And...
Dysfunctions are permitted.
And...
To theft no one objects.
Since everyone places their bets.

Deceptions.
Infections.
And censored is truth no one gets.
Yet,
Muted to be booted and unsuitable.
Our reality,
Is...
So muted to be booted and unsuitable.
With it done, declared and accepted,
To protect those of etiquette...
Wanting to perfect imperfections.
And standards nowhere to be met.
Yet,
Muted to be booted and unsuitable...
Is reality and truth to delude.
Yet,
Muted to be booted and unsuitable...
Is reality and truth to delude.
Yet,
Muted to be booted and unsuitable...
Is reality and truth to delude.
Yet,
No one wants any truth to believe.
Not yet.
No not yet.
Oh,
No one wants reality to receive.
Not yet.
No not yet.
But,
Muted to be booted are good deeds.
Muted to be booted are good deeds.
Muted to be booted are good deeds.
Muted to be booted are good deeds.