That Dreadful Thing Upon Which Truth Depends Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those 'F' and 'N' words offend.
So do the 'B's and 'C's.
And the more explicit the 'M' with 'F' is used...
By children freely using them together,
In schools or 'wherever'...
To describe their teachers.
Or anyone regarded as fool seeking them to learn.

Lives are taking a ride on the downside quick.
And the boys who use the 'B's literally to breed,
Treat their actions as if a sporting event.
With a wishing they succeed.
And do.
To proclaim the fathering of a dropping of seed.
As if to score points on fields of play.

Hypocrisy reigns supreme all over the place...
To admonish a lack of accountability.

But responsible leadership...
Requires a respect and discipline to be imposed.
And neither one of those are approached as if...
All that is hoped for and wished depends on it.

Because...
Too many are concerned with being politically correct.
And more are willing to censor a maturity that accepts!
And yet...
It is with immaturity delusions are kept.
To strengthen dumbed down minds in the belief...
They are entitled to remain fantasized as if at a feast.

And isolated to ignore its existence,
Is an honest approach to an accepting of reality.
Yep!
That dreadful thing upon which truth depends.