Promessionals

Professionals?
Where are they?
And what does being one mean?
Everywhere there is a mess,
It seems.
And...
Not hidden from observations.

Disorder and confusion appears,
Gleaming as if schemed...
To smear upon many scenes,
As people are heard blatantly screaming...
Their choice to use obscenities,
To flow from mouths unstoppable...
Like water from a faucet streaming!

And to what degree,
Are human beings 'being' declared as such?
More today are upset by a mess confessed...
It would be better to identify,
Those 'pros' in the field addressing incorrectness...
As 'promessionals' at best.
Since it seems they have done nothing less,
But to initiate the creating of 'messes' to be left.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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