Uncleaned Plates

To entitle those with entitlements,
With a bestowing of titles...
That represents,
Nothing that comes to benefit...
The ones once believing,
They were prioritized constituents.
As if routines like this were forever cemented,
In a greatness felt without it being mentioned,
To remind those who now pay little or no attention.

And comprising without compromise,
Those wishes they would get fulfilled...
By a voting to have their requests recognized,
But offers no meat on a menu long replaced...
To capitvate with a teasing of only desserts,
To be served with patience as stated all deserve.
And with a waiting that never satisfies the taste...
Year after year until a quality remembered,
Becomes that which is waste on uncleaned plates.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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