A Waste Of Time That's Tasted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A waste of time that's tasted,
To debate the fate of some...
Has come too late to cater,
To fake a taste to shun.

And irate are those awaiting,
In lines to hook like bait...
To be used and abused as custom.
And,
As expected...
To believe that the doing has an outcome.

And as expected,
They are asked for impatience to overcome.
And,
As expected...
Nothing for them is done!

More people now perceive they have been deceived,
'Cause nothing for them is done.
And more people now believe they've been tricked to treat,
Because they now see more to come.

And irate are those awaiting,
In lines to hook like bait...
To be used and abused as custom.
And,
As expected...
To believe that the doing has an outcome.
But...
The same thing to them is done.

Actors performing from scripts,
Will...
Deliver what the people have wished.
And,
Actors perfoming from scripts,
Will...
Bait their hooks to catch fish.

A waste of time that's tasted,
To debate the fate of some...
Has come too late to cater,
To fake a smell to shun.

Actors performing from scripts,
Will...
Deliver what the people have wished.
And,
Actors perfoming from scripts,
Will...
Bait their hooks to catch fish.