Routine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Scum scroungers
Smear landscapes
With fads of exposed rear ends
And diapered worn pants.
Why and how did this begin?

If he ran...
He would trip.
If she bends over...
We would see her shaved split!

There is no virginity in any of this.

And those once thought out of their minds...
Today are appealing and considered more 'legit'!

And left are huge tips...
After a psychologist visit,
By those who can well afford...
Moments of escapism.
To pay someone else
To explain to them,
Why deeds they did that have been done...
Have a way to reflect themselves,
In ways that puzzle the one that questions.
With grave importance on the mind.

('Should I prepare dinner?
Or should I cruise the bar during Happy hour? ')

This may work well for Wall Street 'peeps'
But the image reeking stinks...
With an absence of common sense linked,
In a thoughtless mental static sinking!
And kept entertained...
Useless and routine.
With injections of fear to keep activities tensed!