When I turned my back... <br />That's when I got attention. <br />They believe the held <br />Something that attracted. <br />And I had given up. <br />Divorced I was... <br />From that kind of stuff. <br />I tried to snap them back into reality. <br />Another insight, <br />That proved honest to me. <br />But they were polluted with deludedness. <br />And I had tired of the stench. <br />I left them in their designer trenches! <br />Shoveled and dugged, <br />Around them to protect. <br />They wanted to sell me... <br />Their used cesspool philosophies! <br />They believed I was crazed to leave their rage! <br />As they paraded their smells with a pulchritude. <br />That captivated their lack of comprehension, <br />With an apartheid pride they defended. <br />And I was out of their league. <br />Pleased was I to be out of step as well.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polluted-with-deludedness/
