Lawrence S. Pertillar
Something Less Obvious Has Got To Be The Cause - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
People are awarded funding and grants,
For the most ridiculous incentives.
$600,000.00 for an internet newspaper,
In a place where most folks are illiterate.
And those who aren't,
Blatantly this is done in the libraries.
Let's be real about this.
Many hold tainted cash in their fists!
It has become too easy to openly steal it!
A half a millions dollars awarded,
To a theatrical entity to study the prospects of 'space'.
SPACE.-->('nothing here') -->('nor here')
But $500,000.00 is needed when and 'if' it appears.
And the feasibility of the future use of it,
Has from us to be made clear.
And legislated to get more.
In a state declaring itself the richest.
Wicked is not the word for this self centered,
Self righteousness professed to be a thoughtfulness.
But those in the urban centers...
Live lives taken away from them.
And live that suppressed oppression,
Sore and poor!
Knowing bread crumbs are thrown to them,
From cracked doors.
And sheltered as to not come into contact,
With any sign of intelligence.
For them those areas are off limits.
And nothing stimulates like a ski slope needing snow.
As an economic start up package...
This has more of an urgency,
Than those having no where to go.
And if they do not ski,
Why hold a job at a lodge where only the 'selected' show.
Needing hundreds of thousands of dollars,
To 'seed' their treatment to allow their 'healthy' glow!
These thieves do not know they are also sleazy.
Crazed is not a word for this insanity!
Not if you are mindless...
Like many of our incompetent 'leaders' prove to be!
Or crooks with lowlife mentalities.
There 'has' to be an explanation for this irresponsibility,
Besides ignorance and stupidity.
Something less obvious has got to be the cause.
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