This Loved Crazed Sickness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Difficult it is,
To leave ignorance as if it's...
Unnoticeable.
And should be avoided.
That to do has proven,
A mistake to make...
Few will admit regretted.
Like debts unpaid.
Yet more

Today there is nowhere,
Anyone can go.
To witness ignorance,
Displayed and performed...
As if a fashion show exposing,
The most updated...
Outrageous contagious ways,
People are permitted to get...
Approval and attention.
Then to be asked,
For pictures taken.
And...
With autographs.

'That's the bomb.
That's wassup and sick.'

-That stuff is crazy! -

'That's what I'm saying.
Let's go get our 'pics'.
And don't forget,
The autographs.
People won't believe,
How close we came...
To be in the midst,
Of this sickness. I love it! '

-Who let the maniacs out!
Out out out out!
Who let the maniacs out!
Out out out out!
Woooo...
Grrrrowlll!
Woof woof!
Grrrrowlll!
Woof woof!
Grrrrowlll!
Woof woof!
Woooo...-