Smothering Indecency Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Slick.
This player of tricks sits.
Deep in smothering indecency.
A misfit shown mentally distant.
From an integrity.
To have known it to visit.
Or prioritize the credibility of it.

Greed to worship.
And taught upon it to feast.
Begins to repay,
One in depths of regrets.
Without an exit or a safety net.
To be fetched away from such sorrows.
From anyone.
Coming to rescue.
Or a forgiveness shown to loan or borrow.
To one known,
Born with a heart of stone.
Now sits alone condoning,
The heat of hell to dwell...
And done locked away to smell,
One's own stench in a prison cell.
Smothering in misdeeds and deceptions to leave.
Now left to have yells heard.
But ignored.
And deserving of the sentence served.
For treason!
To commit.
And the indecency,
To admit to deception.
As if patriotism,
Needed a narcissist to sell it.
Until discovered it was being sold out.