Slaves To The Rhythm Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Dedicated and remaining devoted,
To one's belief with discipline...
Maybe difficult to accept,
For those mostly affected...
By social gatherings.
And those effective scenes that are set.

But the repeating of them to keep up with others,
To be just social butterflies...
Reflects in the eyes of those unimpressed,
Who seek advise from those serious about life.
But difficult it is to determine,
From those quick to party just what it is they expect...
When not an aspect of their lives seem to be invested,
In a quality of life that seeks with efforts to achieve the best.

Slaves...
To the rhythm.
And a keeping a beat.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.

Slaves...
To the rhythm.
And a keeping a beat.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.

Slaves...
To the rhythm.
And a keeping a beat.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.
Slaves...
To the rhythm.
And a keeping a beat.
Repeated and kept with it hard to leave.

Is this rhythm,
Hopeless.
Is this rhythm,
Hopeless.
Is this rhythm,
Hopeless.
Is this rhythm,
Hopeless.