Misguided Is The Madness

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Misguided is the madness.
To insist with it persisted,
Its obvious presence...
Does not exist.
Where is the filter?
Who determines a chaos,
Should continue to go ignored.
How long will confusion,
Stay to keep conflicts swept...
As an occurrence happening,
Only on other shores.

'You all wish,
To interpret this...
As an escalation,
Of mental illness.
The reality,
Based on the facts I have...
Is just an adjustment,
After rumors heard uncontrolled
Become leaked,
Without a shred of evidence...
To prove its validity.
Regardless of what is faked,
By those wishing to create...
What I have yet to see,
To me would be clarity.

-Well said.
But what about the madness?
And from where it generates? -

I have generated higher ratings
Than anyone.
You want to introduce,
Some kind of collusion.
And I tell you,
From where I sit...
That is preposterous.'

-What? -

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