Objecting Yet Expecting

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those with interest invested,
In appearances, looks...
And with preferences kept to address,
Find themselves more dependent and stressed...
On the seeking to leave,
Someone highly impressed...
How such greed is adorned to flaunt and express.

Although,
Depleting the pockets of those who feed them.
Without creating their own opportunities,
To focused upon with hope to manifest.
Although,
Depleting the pockets of those who feed them.
Addictions to greed have left them to care less.

Heard objecting to expect...
More money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
And rejecting,
Less money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
Yet expecting,
More money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
Yes left expecting,
More money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
But seen objecting,
To what appears are fears that will go on.

Entitled.
They believe themselves idolized.

Objecting yet expecting,
An ease of life leaving but wanted pleased.
Objecting yet expecting,
Someone else to deliver a quality that increases.
A quality intact and not in pieces.
Objecting yet expecting,
What is seen on wide 3-D movie screens.
But objecting with it to reject,
The rolling up of sleeves...
That leaves the possibilities of tears,
Anguish and some sweat.
And maybe...a bending of knees.
Objecting yet expecting,
A keeping away reality nowhere to appear near.
Objecting yet expecting,
Conflicts inflicted but their own fears to disappear.

Entitled they are.
With kept beliefs,
They are idolized.
And...
With a kept selfishness,
They view this as accepted.

Objecting yet expecting,
More money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
And objecting,
Less money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
To yet expect,
More money to satisfy that taste for a honey gone.
To yet expect,
Their selfishness accepted.
To not expect,
These beliefs outdated and gone.
Objecting yet expecting,
What 'was' will forever go on!

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