Marmalade

Slicing to slowly chip away,
Several layers...
Of thick and sweetened marmalade.
Homemade and delicious in appearance.
Was created to entice invited guests,
To attend and sit,
With pretensions intact.
Unknowing they would be,
Victims of a demeaning and cruel...
Malicious and intended act.

And they sat.
Sipping coffee or tea.
Served and treated as if royalty.
While witnessing the slow slicing,
Through a thick marmalade.
Anticipating the taste of a cake.
Told to believe,
Would make their eyes water.
And mouths to drool.
Until the smell of B.S...
Began to fill the crowded room.

Dressed to impress.
And charade,
In masquerading pretensions.
Fearing to admit,
They had been made fools...
For the enjoyment of it.
But stayed they remained.
Loyal to the host.
Afraid to get up and quickly go.
Knowing they had been exposed,
And selected as approving supporters.
To whatever the host fed them to eat.
Regardless if their credibility...
And what was left of their integrity,
Had been intentionally garbaged.
To be thrown into the streets publicly.
Just to have it done,
Before the bus comes to crush them!

'Why would anyone,
To others...
Do something so evil and demonic?
With a doing to invite them,
To enjoy the taste of marmalade?
That is too crazy to believe.'

'Really?
Suppose it had nothing to do,
With marmalade at all.
Suppose it had more to do with,
Destroying the lives of those...
Who were made to profess their loyalty.
Then to crush them under,
A custom made bus.
Just for attention to get and for laughs.'

'Who in their right mind,
Would follow and support...
Someone like that.
Just to have their credibility jeopardized.
And...
Endorse the ruining of their own lives?
No one can be that far out and detached,
From reality!'

'I wouldn't risk my last dollar,
For a chance to win millions more.
On betting these days,
Who has common sense to use.
To know the difference between,
Empty cracked shells.
And nuts loosened from bolts.
Kept to keep an attic,
From crumbling around them.
Threatening to eliminate,
A cemented foundation!'

'And...
What has this to do with marmalade?'

'Diversion.
And nothing more than that!'

'What about deception?'

'What about it?
Once the smell of B.S. is noticed...
Who then would stay to be convinced,
The stench is marmalade?'

'So...
It wasn't about the marmalade?'

'It never was!'