Taste For Fraud Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Opulent is the taste for fraud.
And those with mentalities,
Living on dreams.
One seems to have made real.
But unknown to be a doer of dupes.
So convincing and capable,
To be followed by those,
Choosing to be used and played.
Like fools.
Instructed to undo,
Their own quality of life.
Paying the price,
For delusions.
And impressive false appearances!
Hmmm.
The ingredients.
Although never there.
Few cared while nibbling on perceptions!