Scandalopera Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Emboldened posers daggered.
And cloaked.
In darkened corners peeking.
From shadows sharing...
More of their shared and false,
Creative notes.
Awaiting for the sign,
Given to them to begin...
Another round of havoc.
With a dispensing,
Of their senseless whims.

The hour comes close,
To provoke those unconscious.
Those using common and amusing,
Simplified anecdotes.

Spied upon,
Are the hip-hoppers.
Dancing gangbangers.
Providing fresh beats.
Loaded with depictions,
Of occurrences...
On their urban streets.
As a soundtrack flows...
Complete with a feeding,
Of hypnotic deceit.
Revealing a panoramic view,
Of their lives to broadcast...
On TV.
Delighting deceivers.
Mingling unnoticed.
Taking their notes unseen.

All together joined,
In this scandalopera.
While corruption hidden pops.
Spilling from the top,
Until the bottom it drops.
Leaving the boardrooms,
Everywhere nonstop.

Scrutiny arrives to maximize.
Liars try somewhere, anywhere,
To continue their disguise.
Loosing their suits to dupe.
To dress as thugs,
Mugging truth.
But without reason to rhyme,
The rhythm for their 'raps'...
Produced with no street 'cred'.

In this scandalopera,
Flaunted and dauntless...
Laws are rocked by decisions.
And knocked.

We live to be in this,
Scandalopera.
Love or leave it,
But it won't soon stop!