Prevalent Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Persistent the abnormality,
Of a defective image detected given...
A dominance over truth and facts.
Hypnotically worshipped.
Yet...
Witnessed to observe fighting back,
Are those who have had enough...
Of hypocrites defending,
Their version of 'normalcy'.
Interrupted by covid-19.
The worse diseasing virus,
Generations living...
In this century anyone has ever seen.
To be as prevalent.
Predominating over 'everything',
Unrelentlessly and effortless.
But many are the people,
Left to believe...
Someone with image to give it.
Deception delivered accepted and received.
Then made to believe,
Truth to hear it all should ignore.
And reality to live it is nothing more,
Than lies told...
By those disgruntled folks,
Who 'everyone' knows to have seen...
Not picked to be given,
Guaranteed lifetime memberships...
To their favorite amusement park.

"Uh...
Your Most Highest of All Others,
Not Quite As High As You Are...
Your Grace? "

-Yes? -

"It has been rumored,
Throughout the entire kingdom.
Including,
The recently renovated golf course.
That the people appearing,
Homeless, hungry, starving...
Looking emaciated and skeletal.
Are not paid actors."

-Oh really?
My adversaries would try anything,
To enter into my proposed golf tournament.
Come!
Take these new pics of me.
And have printed on each one...
'IS THIS THE FACE OF A FOOL? '-

"Ummm...uh.
Your Sirness?
This request you make? "

-What about it? -

"Unless...
You are not seeking to know the truth,
As is.
I would not have that statement printed,
On that glowing face of yours.
Although,
Since you made us all convinced...
Of your unreachable popularity."

-Okay. Enough. I get it.
You're saying to have murals of me,
On billboards proclaiming...
My golf event as a contest as well?
I like it.
And those daring to respond,
To that ridiculous question asked...
Will receive mini minted images of me,
While I express...
How humorous this B.S. is,
For the hordes of news people I invited...
From all around the World.-

"Your Highness?
There is nothing,
Neither, either or it nor...
That can come close,
To how prevalent you find ways...
Of the giving of yourself."

-So true.
If only the people knew,
What it is I go through...
To express the depths of my humility.-

"Sir? "

-Sssshhhh.
I understand.
My confession to admit that overwhelms.
I too...
Hold back the tears.-

"Uh..."

-Go. Go and quietly,
Shed your tears in private.
I grant to you my permission.-

"Your Hugeness?
If I'm not mistaken,
Those folks I mentioned earlier.
And depicted as being disenfranchised?
Well...
The closer they get,
They do appear as ex-employees.
And...
They come bearing more than evil looks.
Or overdue I.O.U. notes,
You had me stamp on that parchment paper.
The one with your family crest on it! "

-So...
What is it you are trying to say? -

"I would suggest,
Prepared to haul...
As quick as possible,
Your aspirations somewhere else.
No one would suspect to expect or believe! "