When people thoughtlessly,
Trash their own streets.
And speak from mouths filled,
With garbage…
I don’t want to know or wish to discover,
‘Where’ their minds are at!
Nor do I desire to know ‘why’…
They are socially dysfunctional.
These images were purposely invented.
Too many have latched onto a batch of lies.
If this is the life they have chosen to live…
‘Some thing’ or someone,
Much more influential than me…
Created a reality for them,
They have found acceptable…
To neglect AND defend as if treasured.
I am just grateful to be blessed,
My treasure chest…
Is not packed with that kind of trapped satisfaction.
Or bestowed with delusions I could not undo.
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