Up! And, Through The Clouds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I must admit.
My entire life,
Has been spent...
Being overrun by image.

"Interesting.
Anything else? "

You are forcing me,
To be unexplainably humble.
But...
Symbolism and wealth obtained,
Through theft, corruption and deception.
Are gifts I have.
Naturally to have acquired them.

"What?
No way.
This is fantastic and incredible news.
Tell me...
As I repeatedly,
Look over your qualifications.
There is an absence of fraud committed.
Do you have fraud capabilities? "

Not too often,
Do I feel forced to answer that question.
However...
My frauding depends on the audience.
Those attending my performances.
Craving to be entertained.

"Entertained?
How so? "

The special effects I use,
Are extremely expensive.
And how the lighting captures my rise,
Up from stage covered with clouds.
Leaves my eyes to flow with tears,
At the most unexpected times.

"Overwhelming the audience too, I bet."

Yes.
That's why I didn't included fraud,
On my list of qualifications.
Never had I intended to weep publicly,
Intentionally.

"Well...
I like it.
Touching.
Effective.
And with just enough,
Blending of evilness and love.
You got me left undecided."

Undecided about what?

"Who I should support and endorse,
With the ability to believe.
As well as confuse, deceive.
And keep me entertained.
Without falling asleep from boredom.
This I bet you can do,
For years to come done."

My modesty,
Embarrassingly accepts your flattery.
Oh...
Before I forget.
What about my policies?
And the threats I have made,
To ruin the quality of life...
For all people!

"LOL...
Will you stop with that.
You're a comedian too, huh?
There is no disputing your talents.
You are definitely one of a kind."