Credentials Hand Picked

At this point,
It doesn't matter...
Who gets selected to sit,
On a tainted throne.
Tarnished by an absence,
Of a doing what is right...
With a wholesome righteousness.
Even though the premise of this,
Still within some who have sustained 'hope'...
With a gluing of correctness in their minds still sticks.

What prestige is there left,
That challenges anyone to be more respecting?
And those behind the scenes pulling the strings,
Are only qualified for the job...
Because they can afford to be.
Their pockets runneth over with the bucks.
So what does it matter,
Who does the quacking as sitting ducks?

At this point,
What is obvious is this...
Those with any integrity AND intelligence,
Are not the ones to be accused...
Of destructing lives to muck them up!
No matter how exquisite a presentation is done,
By those dignified to be televised...
With credentials hand picked to solicit an interest.

Liberty. Freedom. AND self expression?
Sounds good.
Even thrilling.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps and chills.

However,
I am not into frills and things that sparkle.
I'm not into 'bling'.
How about some food, shelter...
And some pocket change I can keep,
For at least long enough to identify it as mine.
That will be fine.
And, IF, you will be so kind...
I'll take that delivery,
Basic!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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