Dinky Stinks

With all of their 'intelligence'
Little of it is spent...
In a display of common sense.
And 'whatever' they display...
None of it makes sense anyway!

Why is it they believe,
Most people aren't aware,
And many of those who are aware...
Protect it from them,
With such absolute care?

And those who pretend,
It is 'all' about them...
Think without them we would sink!
Or be brought to the brink!
But strip them of their trinkets...
They are just dinky stinks!
And as soon as their turmoil,
Is removed from the air...
This atmosphere,
Will begin to quickly clear!

'Whew...
Stay away.
You need to pray.
Everyday!
But...way over there.
No! Not here.
And not just on Sunday! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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