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Missed Technique



Using the same routine repeatedly.
With a doing to trick and dupe,
The many refusing to accept and believe...
They are being made fools.
On a daily basis to use as tools.
Does not make this awareness,
Go unnoticed to detect.
Not at all.
By those who protest.
Showing how upset they can get.
When it is expected of them,
To do their best being made fools.
But at a rate of pay,
Without a raise in their hourly wage?
Is getting too sacrificial.
And...
Not worth the pretentiousness.

This duping to trick,
Leaves them realizing...
The only ones left to benefit,
Are the ones they had picked...
To sit in positions making decisions.
Faking to have common sense.
Known but tolerable.
Yet discovered to be too incompetent,
In days we now live...
That being intelligent,
No one would admit having it...
Would offend the vacant minds,
Assigned to pretend having a mind to use.
But borrowing thoughts to think???
Then overheard agreeing to lease them?

How mindblowing is that?
For those with minds left,
Capable to be consciously blown!
Can it be?
We are living in the age,
Of manufactured stupidity.
And pre-fabricated to inspect,
The desired results anticipated.

Missed is the technique,
To have many believe...
Those they chose to follow.
And actually picked to lead them,
Were not pretending at all...
When campaigning to obtain their vote.
With an abundance of donated cash.
To finance the act of their performance.

Proving...
Without a script.
And pre-rehearsed stage movements.
People like this are no different,
Than those they call stupid.
Dumb and ignorant beyond belief.
With one exception...
Often those referred to as crazed.
Stupid, dumb and ignorant,
Are not their supporters.
Who can afford to endorse,
Those qualified to represent...
An ignorance too incredible to refuse!
Without an abundance of corruption.
Accepted and approved.

'What an honest thing heard to hear said.'

'I apologize.
My intention was not to offend,
Those living in denial.
With a doing to put reality on trial.
And succeeding,
To fiction and delude everything they do!'

'Well...
Hopefully being too human,
Will not become limited.
To then become censored or restricted.
When too much truth of it lived,
Becomes a threat to children.
Living in isolated communities.
Discovered to have overdosed,
On the availability of too much pretense.'
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Submitted by lpahtillah on March 23, 2022

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