Dirty Laundry Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How dirty can the dirt,
Of dirty laundry get.
When hung and openly displayed,
Hanging out the windows...
From the highest levels,
Of a once respected government.
Thought to be envied and unique.

How can anyone defend,
A pretending not to see this.
Without expressing embarrassment.
Especially those who pledged allegiance.
And enlisted to adorn a military uniform.
To protect a greatness,
Now sleaze by corrupted thieves.
Occupying a White House they have smeared.
Residing over rules and laws.
To treat as if they wish,
The smell they leave...
Is the best manure,
People will eventually love to breathe.

And...
With a patriotic loyalty,
Nowhere else in the Universe...
Will ever be found.
Depicting this,
As the climate change...
No one can dismiss.
Or find if they wished it,
Any place on Earth around.