Subliminal Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Subliminal it can be.
A sustained superficiality.
But those superficial,
Who remain that way...
Kept to maintain it.
Know this not to be difficult.
Since the depth kept,
Does not exist.
And its acceptance to receive,
Is as subliminal to retrieve...
By anyone who has a mind.
Yet like many,
Find it useless to spend the time...
Thinking.
Or a purpose to have a thought.
On their own to condone alone.
If not to have been approved.