Lawrence S. Pertillar
Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I am often amazed by those
Who offer their consultations freely
To assist in my understanding,
Of my own experiences!
I find myself encouraged,
To listen to their insights!
And upon leaving them glowing,
With self satisfaction...
That is all it takes!
Just stare them in the eyes and nod!
Tease them about their ancestry.
They have no idea,
They are providing the evidence
That convinces anyone with depth of thought...
Just how shallow the mindset of humanity has become!
And these folks truthfully believe,
People have desires to be like them!
And I have this concept...
If they should disappear,
'That' would provide the cure for all cancers!
The problem with that notion is...
Most of them are suited in laboratories,
Clinically dissecting themselves to find meaning!
While the others plan trips to Rome,
To catch a glimpse of the main one appointed
To monitor and head their criminal activities!
In a show of pageantry that competes,
With that of the pomp and ridiculousness...
Of the pulcritudinous shame of English royalty!
It's all connected to thief and BS!
These folks have thrived on the backs,
Of the downtrodden!
I do admired the ones
In charge of designing those fantastic wardrobes!
With the Pope in Gucci...
And the Queen in jewels?
No wonder these spectacles are stress relievers.
To some degree...
Perhaps they do deserve their adulation!
Idolistically speaking of course.
With a profound display of symbolism!
It has to be exhausting,
Keeping these myths addressed!
And cloaked from the eyes of the masses.
But 'who' cleans the bowls of the 'thrones'...
Once they have been flushed?
Those must be nirvanic moments!
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