Rote Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They've been 'roted'.
Who rote them to provoke,
Should be demoted.
The roting of their teaching is no joke.
Their minds are soaked with garbage to exploit.
Like lemon cars...
Under hoods with scars.
With eyes transfixed upon the stars.
And thoughts belonging to them,
Far away!

They've been 'roted'.
Who rote them to provoke,
Should be demoted.
The roting of their teaching is no joke.
Their minds are soaked with garbage to exploit.
Like lemon cars...
Under hoods with scars.
With eyes transfixed upon the stars.
And thoughts belonging to them,
Far away!

Like lemon cars...
Under hoods with scars.
With eyes transfixed upon the stars.
And thoughts belonging to them,
Far away!
They've been 'roted'.
And this process has caused all much decay.