Thrown Tantrums Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Incapable to listen.
Raised spoiled as a child.
And lacking anything associated,
With a respect to have.
Or acquired discipline.
Even when to apply it,
Long after a childhood ends.

How can it be that someone like this,
Achieves and receives...
A position that demands,
Qualified leadership.
Without proof of it to have documented.
Although money and status,
Will attract blinded bats...
To rub their wings with fat cats and rats.
Regardless if it takes,
Adorning masks and faking to charade.

Well...
Delusions as they as.
And fantasies paraded to praise.
There should be no one these days,
Heard complaining about...
What has been allowed,
With wishes hoped...
Childish adults they have picked,
To sit in positions of leadership.
Should know better than masquerade.
When confronted to have made,
Wrong decisions.
Instead of retreating into dark places.
Throwing tantrums.
To then expect the loyality,
Of fat cats and rats to follow behind.
Deaf, dumb and blind to the facts.