When I turned my back...
That's when I got attention.
They believe the held
Something that attracted.
And I had given up.
Divorced I was...
From that kind of stuff.
I tried to snap them back into reality.
Another insight,
That proved honest to me.
But they were polluted with deludedness.
And I had tired of the stench.
I left them in their designer trenches!
Shoveled and dugged,
Around them to protect.
They wanted to sell me...
Their used cesspool philosophies!
They believed I was crazed to leave their rage!
As they paraded their smells with a pulchritude.
That captivated their lack of comprehension,
With an apartheid pride they defended.
And I was out of their league.
Pleased was I to be out of step as well.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polluted-with-deludedness/
