Will You Get To The Point Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If they choose not to love me,
They will be made to love me.
Slow down the process,
Of people being able to vote.

"That has been done,
Your Highest of All Significance."

Great.
Now...
If so many refuse to work,
Because of a rumored virus.
Claimed to be a death threatening pandemic.
No one,
Will receive from us...
Those benefit checks we promised them.
That will teach them a lesson,
Not soon to forget.

"Indeed.
The effectiveness,
Certainly will leave...
Its mark on memories,
For centuries to come.
You will be remembered,
Forever."

Uh...
Whatever you name is.
Where is the chef?
And why is my favorite dish,
Not here before me.
I rang the bell three times.

"Well...
Your Majesty of Splendor.
Remember all the people you fired.
Because of their skin color.
And your suspicions,
Of where they came from and were born? "

I sure do.
It took me weeks to spread that lie.
But hey...
The truth is what it is.
Right?

"And...
You claimed them all to be,
Thankless, ungrateful immigrants? "

Will you...get...to...the point.
I am in no mood,
To be tested for every good deed I do.
For the people.
You know...
Us.

"I know you are well aware of this.
They all represented,
A diversity the kingdom had relied upon.
For many centuries.
African-Americans.
Asian-Americans.
Latin-Americans.
Native Americans.
And those who are Racist-Americans as well."

Geeesssshhh.
Are you questioning my capabilities,
To be a competent and well loved leader?

"Me?
Of course not.
I remain as loyal to you,
As the others on the staff.
Threatened by your humility,
On a daily basis, Your Terrificness!
However...
They all had been,
The backbone to the kingdom.
And...
Heaven forbid,
The reality of this but...
Suppose they took away,
Everything they brought with them.
Including your thoughts to believe,
You are entitled to be king."

Please.
Stop this delusional fantasy of yours.
Everyone knows,
I am a genius and chosen...
To sit on the throne.
Bring to me the royal mirror.
I will prove it to you.
And...
Turn on the P.A. system.
I have an announcement to make.

"Uh...
Your Highness? "

What...is it...now?

"Your speechwriters?
They too are gone."

Gone?
Why?

"I have no idea.
It couldn't possibly be,
For professional reasons.
Or fear you may,
Misinterpret the script.
With your choice,
To understate the facts.
Preferring to self indulge."

ME! ?
Self indulge.
How ridiculous.
Who on Earth would believe that?