Them Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some attempt to mince moody elements,
With convincing pleas they wish to bring a cease.
And gathered opinions are just what they are...
Divided and undecisive as they were before the start.

Rude attitudes should be shown the door!
That is why it opens and closes,
On those who should be ignored!
Those with minds locked will never be unblocked.
But they wish to be included...
To further pollute situations that suit,
Them!
Flapping lips that just don't stop.
And needing their rusted hinges oiled!
Spoiled they coil ready to pop for shock!