Demolished From Insight

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are places where people feed,
Upon a constant need...
For more nonsense they can create,
That appeases a feasting less reality...
There in abundance but too few appreciate.
Gone to eliminate is a truth to accept.
Deceptions are served.
And deceptions people worship.
With a consciousness to expect.

And not unusual it is to see,
Just on one street...
Churches of varying denominations,
In which people pray with faith claimed to keep.
Yet all around can be found,
Neglect and a lack of respect.
Or identities attached to dignities,
Kept prioritized if nothing else.
Especially in minds used effectively.

These are places people come to go to leave.
Knowing a quality of life,
Has been demolished from insight.
Yet the hype continues to market the commodity,
Of the beauty of such places.
And not the reality that is seen on the faces,
Stripped of purpose, meaning, diversity.
That signifies the meaning to define their worth.

Minds gone.
But the beat and the rhythm lingers on,
To prolong the detached absence.

'Give it up, your booty.
Gimme, gimme booty.
And...
Shake, shake it baby.
Twerk and work it, baby.
On the floor.
Do it more.
Roll and drop it.
Too hot you've got me I can't stop.'

'Shake, shake it baby.
Twerk and work it, baby.
On the floor.
Do it more.
Roll and drop it.
Too hot you've got me I can't stop.
Twerk and work it.
Work and twerk it.
And...
On the floor.
Do it more.'

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
To da boom boom.

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