Unqualified; Unfit

Unqualified.
And recognizably unfit,
To be near or considered one elected to sit...
In a position of leadership.
However...
We are, for some reason,
Here to witness...
A normalizing condoning of craze.
Observed.
Yet pretending the existence of it,
While awaiting with limited mentalities...
What it is next they should do,
To appease the pleasing...
Of those recommending an ending,
A way of life made better lived...
If fiction created was given a holiday,
Purposely celebrated one day every month.
To honor the unfit and unqualified.
With emphasis to applaud and acknowledge,
The appreciation of their limited abilities.
And making it known with it publicly shown,
An appreciation for what they've done.
Overwhelmingly approved to condone.

'How are you feeling these days?'

As miserable as possible.

'Isn't it great?
Finally no one can say,
They had been unprepared to be aware of it.'

And...
Having one thing in common to share.

'Sss...ooo...
I just felt this disgusting rush,
Speeding through my body.
I'm divided between curiosity and lust.'

Okay.
Whatever that's suppose to mean.
So you are waiting for me to admit,
I am jealous with envy?

'No. Not at all.
Those closed denial doors,
Are yours.
Not mine anymore.
I could care less,
Who has been determined...
Unfit to qualify for nonsense,
Too long to know B.S. is what it is...
Bared to expose yet stays to pretend,
An innocence gone but remains defended.'

Meaning what?

'Lies told to deny then attempt to hide.
Are lies told to defend them hidden.
Although seldom is this discovery,
Returning time to waste...
The effectiveness of truth dismissed to ignore.
Put that on your plate.
Then figure out,
If the serving is deserving patience.
Why tolerate the smell of it.
Get up to make a gracious exit.'