Some Do Some Don't

Some believe to see B.S.
For what it is to be.
With a moving on away from it.
While others volunteer their willingness,
To be used as guinea pigs.
As if a slow detoxing will begin to fade,
The scent of truth to permit the longevity...
Of B.S.

Making a tolerating heard of promises made,
An acceptable addicting ongoing serenade.
While the smells of mess these days,
Becomes an addicting excusable movement.

A movement of compliance.
To adjust and adapt done,
Everywhere to stink.

Yet this B.S. from the top to the bottom,
Found down underground...
In abundance stored.
For the purpose to serve,
Emergencies anticipated...
To serve the craving of many wanting more.
Is already on the agenda to create,
Places to market and sell it...
As a supplement to prevent the aging process.

Hearing people living in the comfort of denial,
Say to actually believe convincingly...
That these days and times to witness lived,
Can not get any worse as they are to observe.
But...
From whose point of view,
Is this fictioned to delude...
An assessing of reality!