Wasted Money Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lies to have told them.
And known to be lies to tell,
Told to condone them told.
Becomes just as insignificant,
As truth repeatedly heard repeated.
Until it makes no difference,
Who lies or tells the truth.
With such confidence to convince,
Anyone listening to pay attention...
Showing their eyes focused more,
On how one is dressed to impress.

And...
Nothing else to qualify,
Done to remember...
Whatever it was to have had,
Or did not have substance.
To express, address or emphasize,
With emphasis.

"When they walked out on that stage,
Looking better than they do on TV?
And 'working' those outfits they wore.
I knew right then,
They must have paid mucho bucks."

-The teeth got me.
Bright, white and perfect.-

"What were they here for,
And talking about?
I don't remember."

-Something about...
Either effective listening.
Or...
How to interview for a job.
But to do it at your best.
To leave a good impression.
And...
The importance it is,
To always be prepared...
With appropriate questions to ask,
About sexual preferences.
And positions to rehearse.
To not appear nervous or over practiced.
You know...
Stay relaxed but not too cocky.
Or overwhelmingly arrogant with confidence.
And...
Take notes! -

"Take notes?
If I notice something I like,
Why should I take notes? "

-That part of this conference,
Confused me too.
What a waste of money.-