Not Just Your Average Lullaby Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not just your average lullaby.

Whatever this is.
Shouldn't be kept secret.
Or prolonged to have it bought.
Sought.
Then thought about,
As if it walks and talks.
Whatever this is.
That has created such mystery.
To keep it teased,
Until people beg pleading on knees.
For more of what,
Has been imagined but yet to see.

Hoodwinked!
That it causes people to be nauseous.
Hoodwinked.
Tricked and duped.
On whatever this is.
That causes people to be nauseous.
And not cautious.
But left tricked and duped.

People living lives to prioritize lies.
To be left hoodwinked and duped.
On whatever this is.
To be thought of as another lullaby.
But stirred up in a chicken soup.

Whatever this is.
Is more like chicken soup.
Whatever this is.
The noodles in it are loose.
Whatever this is.
Is sure to leave people duped.