On A Diet Of Madness

Just to prove
They did not have respect
For themselves or others...
They killed themselves!
In more ways than one.

As if that'
Was suppose to attract,
Some attention.

All of their lives...
They had been fed,
On a diet of madness.
They were programmed to see themselves,
As disposable treats.
Feeding on what they could not resist.
And encouraged by an environment,
Of thirsty self righteous excuse makers.

Sipping slow and digging deep,
Into awarded grant funds!
That kept them...
Sufficiently an insignificant entity!
And,
Recycled stale news.
As the call for 'unity' used!

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

You pen your rage with great skill. In particular 'disposable treats' and 'recycled stale news' stood out. An angry poem that makes its point admirably. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥