Upper-Crust Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not permitted to witness,
Or allow the ingredients...
Ever to be seen.
What was under the upper-crust.
Yet told to distrust,
Disgusting rumors heard.
How from sleazy heated gutters,
The crust began to rise.
As greed and lust had been applied.
Keeping the deliciousness of it,
Both hidden and denied.

One young and taught,
To savor and appreciate...
A learning of goosing of others,
Will ultimately deliver golden eggs.
Believed this to be true.
Since all they knew,
Was an introduction to a cast and crew.
Hired just to do,
What they were programmed to perform.
Done not to argue.

Impressing with imperfections.
And perceiving to believe,
Chosen and an exception...
To laws and rules like others to follow.
One born easily deceived.
Grew to create their own reality.
Throwing anyone they pleased,
Under a bus.
Regardless of a loyalty pledge...
Heard from them to not give up.

But the one young and taught,
To criticize, demean...
Anyone selected to pick and despise,
Just to satisfy the doing of it.
Quickly declares of being victimized...
By those complaining they had been crushed.
With evidence proven,
Removed from them integrities and dignities...
Once to have had now severed.
Are the ones announced to blame and claim,
Of bringing embarrassment and shame...
To themselves.
While this is proclaimed to explain,
From one given attention demanding to get...
How it had been their good intentions,
Innocently meant to stay that way.
Were always misunderstood when not obeyed.

"Then...
How is it,
You depict yourself as being the one...
Who has been 'obviously' victimized?
Please...
By any means possible,
Help us understand! "

-Sure.
Seeing those crushed under a bus.
With their limbs broken and eyes popped out.
Is disturbing to witness.
Regardless of the courage and wisdom,
I have obtained...
Firing servants and lowlife hired help,
Who I have known most of my life...
To at least pretend them to be human beings.
No one...
Should be made to suffer through,
That kind of devastating experience.-

"Stop this!
You've got us all listening to this,
In tears.
And in total disbelief."

-All of my life.
I have been the victim.
Words can not describe,
The pain I have endured.
It has not been easy being me.
Brilliant.
Born into wealth.
Clever.
Unmistakably a genius.
And capable to deceive.
Whomever I please.
No one...
Knows this burden I bear! -

"You?
Of the 'upper-crust' has suffered? "

-Yes.
And...
As of yet,
Have I revealed the horrific details.-