Disgusting Lust Discussed

And publicly discussed.
Is a lust.
To defend it and protect,
One corrupted yet kept trusted.
With a mind morally messed up.

And is believed by the majority of people,
Has obtain the qualities to sit...
In the position of leadership.
Ruler of the free World.
Supported to endorse and picked,
As having the image...
Too untouchable and wholesome to resist.

Yet known with proof and evidence shown,
To feed an ego cemented in selfishness.
Served by a narcissistic entitlement.
Not earned but given to permit,
A status built upon lies and fiction...
Is all that is required to delude minds,
Incapable to define,
The difference between reality and truth.
In times we live when heros are created.
If to appear repeatedly on TV.

Unexplainable is a choice like this...
Facing imprisonment.
In several courts and in distant cities.
To be judged by juries.
For lawless misdeeds to declare guilty.

Regardless of crimes committed.
Including deceiving the public trust.
This one Is thought best to represent,
A society that reflects its citizens.
As they are pretentiously to be!
Loving to be entertained.
Thoughtlessly free and staying to remain,
Duped, tricked and comfortably deceived.
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Written on May 09, 2024

Submitted by lpahtillah on May 09, 2024

Modified by lpahtillah on May 09, 2024

1:11 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,212
Words 237
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 6, 7, 10, 6, 9

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1 Comment
  • EdwinRayTanguma
    Dang Lawrence…This one reminds me of my younger 18 year old self chosen by those I call the all mighty powers that be to be an unsuspecting lab rat for their little asbestos exposure experiment…Yeah…And their doctors are still trying to tell me that I only have COOD and nothing more…Though I am quite certain they’ve been gleaning every bit of info on my unsuspecting death sentence from the very instance of my exposure…Yeah I was born at night but I was not born last night…Yep…There truly is a sucker born every minute…Especially when they are blind and gullible unlike myself… 
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    • EdwinRayTanguma
      COPD and not asbestosis if not something even worse…Go figure…Roflmao
      LikeReply1 month ago


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