Sobering Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Sobering it is.
To be shaken awake.
From a self inducing stupor.
Finding to discover,
A sipping on an elixir made...
By one skilled in creating visions,
Has had so many incredibly believing...
A reality to delude and fiction it,
Could undoubtedly be a truth to live.

Sobering it is,
To be shaken awake.
And snapped back consciousness.
Done with sniffing smelling salts.
Becoming first to feel,
Threatened and assaulted.
Until one's vision begins to clear.
Realizing what had appeared to visualize,
Had been an image...
Quick to entertain a narcissistic ego.
But slow to maintain a reality to believe,
Anyone who frauds, corrupts and deceives...
Successfully.
Would actually achieve the ability,
To accuse others...
Of frauding to corrupt lawlessly to deceive.

And...
Be believed.
By so many following behind,
As if zombies without minds.
And too duped into a stupor.
A sobering to shake them awake.
Would take years if not decades to do!
Proving...
The power that entertains,
Minds to believe what is said on T.V.
Or to have it seen.
Is a force that is much greater,
Than truth to face.
Done to welcome and embrace it!