Picked to Pluck

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

Everyday there is a revelation,
About the infestation of your misdeeds.
The depthness of your deceit...
Has a bottomless stopping.
This I can see.

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

I can't believed you smiled in my face.
And planning in the back of your mind,
What from me you could take.
And you had me suspicious of my neighbors and friends!
You had my ear and fed it with an ease so sweet.
Just to empty my pockets.
While you preached wholesomeness and values...
You yourself did not into to keep!

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

You make your steps in shallowness.
Professing with your self righteousness...
As you campaign to protect,
The diminishing standards
Of a quality of life.
Qualities you left long ago,
When you began to live...
A double standard corrupted life.

I'm fed up!
Got it?
Good.

You get no sympathy here from me.
If I should see the authorities...
Dragging you publicly down the street.
After what you've done,
To me and others...
And thousands of those in communities,
Wherever they are to feel the affects of your 'disease'.
Whoever is suffering from a wake up call they can not believe...
I hope some see you for who you are now.
Since I can not be the only one,
You have...
Picked to pluck,
To live together like gutter butts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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