Teflon-Ed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Quick to shift,
A blame that sits.
On those who drift,
From being...
Held accountable.

They choose to say,
Their way is best.
Although they take,
More time to protest...
Another mess they manifest!

A love they have for dancing,
Around the bush.
So slick like oil oozing,
They refuse to look...
At the games they play.
Fast they run...
From mistakes initiated.
Mistakes by them repeated,
To keep things done their way.

They choose to say,
Their way is best.
Although they take,
More time to protest...
Another mess they manifest!

Quick to shift,
A blame that sits.
On those who drift,
From being...
Held accountable.

A love they have for dancing,
Around the bush.
So slick like oil oozing,
They refuse to look...
At the games they play.
Fast they run...
From mistakes initiated.

And 'Teflon-ed',
To keep their misdeeds...
Stick free.
Or noticeably heated.

Teflon-ed,
To keep their misdeeds...
Fed to feed,
As needed.