Garbage In! Garbage Out!

What it is people put in their mouths,
To nibble, munch and or feed upon...
In the end comes out.
Without a doubt to hear it heard.
As if the act of it is deserved.

Those who disrespect and backstab.
With no remorse nor regret to show.
Done to do no matter who it is.
Children, friends or their own relatives?
Are messed up in the head.
To witness and observe this,
What else is there can be said...
That makes sense to this sick mental illness!
As if requested or encouraged to solicit it.

And...
Known to be supported,
By those who endorse the act of the madness.
With laughter and more of it to spread!

Many think of themselves,
No more or less...
Than available trash cans.
And disposable bodies,
Of purposeless, worthless uselessness.
Garbage coming out of mouths.
Done disconnected and severed,
From being held accountable or responsible.
To what it is to themselves they do.
How far away,
Can an alternate reality tethered to fiction be?
Who created this possible insanity to exist?

Then...
To claim and place the blame on others.
A blame to claim done to themselves.
With accusations made,
To be the cause and reason...
For their own self indulging ignorance.
Done to crave an appetite to feed upon...
Has left 'them' victimized.
From an addiction fed,
By a dieting on a sustained absence...
On minds lost to lose on vacant territory.

Yet told,
Time and time again...
That the best way to eliminate,
The increasing presence of garbage.
Is not to create it in the first place.
Don't bend over with noses close.
Or pick up to sniff!

However...
Not too many fools are known can be shown,
What it is they do to themselves...
Has an adverse affect not to expect it.
And...
As time moves on.
As many conscious of mind see as true.
Difficult it is to prove this done to do,
To the ones...
Who swear to declare,
Nowhere had they been around.
To be aware,
Of the smell of their own activities!

'Even if I had a question,
This one to ask...
Would be too stupid for anyone to answer!'

'Don't be so negative.
Everyone should know by now,
There is no question too stupid to ask!'

'You wanna bet?
That may have been true in the past.
But...
To ask the same question to the same people,
Who should know what the answer is by now.
Would be too embarrassing for me to ask,
Those same people...
Too unconscious and unaware,
To be embarrassed...
By something they should know by now!
To only leave them laughing.
As if a joke heard had been that funny.'

'Well...
Maybe your reluctance to ask your question.
Will leave them wondering,
Just how stupid anyone can be...
Not to ask a question,
To the ones known to have the answer!'

'Why recycle the same B.S. to get it back?
With it then to be trapped into arguing,
Over an appearance change.'

'Is this about garbage or something else?'

'I always try to look at life this way...
If one knows the answer,
Why ask the question?
Even though strong is the temptation.

But somehow,
And check this out.
If the answer to the question,
Will be known to make no sense?
What point is made to describe,
Garbage and the appearance of it!
When everyone should be aware,
Of the affects of what comes...
From whatever has been digested.
Or attempted!
Is not going to stop and prevent the stench.'

'This garbage is unending.
It goes on and on and on.'

'That's what I'm saying.
Garbage in! Garbage out!
And back in,
To come out of the same garbaged mouth!'