Mental Telepathy

This addicting to normalize dysfunction.
Has satisfied the crippling of minds done.
Not all.
And not everyone,
Is noticed to be that determined...
With hope to take over and control,
An image fictioned that depicts...
Thieves, deceivers, dupe doers,
Tricking with the expertise of hypocrites.
Done to flaunt as if,
They have been God's picks...
To be true rulers of Earth.
Rehearsing to practice.
Before assigned to spread their nonsense,
To the beginning and end of the Universe.

And not...
The disrespecting childish kids.
Appearing yet hiding,
A deep yearning.
Silent is the begging gone unheard.
With every juvenile move they make and dare,
To be disciplined.
Wherever and whenever this attention,
Pleading with it wished to get is given!

'You know...
That action taken these days is called,
Child abuse.'

'Yeah, of this I am aware.
But...
As of yet,
No child of mine...
Has made a move to dare my caring.'

'What do you mean?'

'They value my ability,
To use and apply mental telepathy!
They feel 'something' is going to happen.
But...
The when and where?
Only I know that!
And guess what?'

'What?'

'Not a word is needed to be heard or spoken.
When the message delivered,
Is clear enough to understand the meaning.
If not?
Leave the keys and get out!
And take all the love I give with you.'

'I...thought...we were talking about,
Dysfunction and corrupted crippled minds.
Hypocrites, deceivers,
Thieves and dupe doers.'

'True.
And none of that will I have around me.
Or...
Believe they can be secretly trained.
Without me knowing about it.'

'No one notices,
Where they have never been.'

'And no one who makes attempts,
To be clever?
Should endeavor other efforts!'

'Whatever.'