Swift to come,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Are those intelligent explanations.
As if to excuse the use of common sense.
And everyone has listened to,
Adaptations of truth.
Entertaining those absent of consciousness.
Relying upon the same faces to regurgitate,
Various versions of mediocrity.
With a bit of pathos,
To invoke a connected empathy.
Yet uphill the cart continues to be pushed.