Inspectors Of Correctness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Ungrateful are the people.
Displaying a thankless self indulgence.
Living lives with false beliefs.
Taught to teach to leech.
With a pretentious reeking,
Of hypocrisy seeking...
To defend and keep as if envied.

Ungrateful are the people.
Unable or refusing,
To hear and listen to others speak.
Interrupting disrespectfully.
Incapable to halt and examine,
A critiquing of themselves.
Done to do to find beneficial.

Yet, the first to accuse others.
As if anointed inspectors of correctness.
Assigned to uphold,
Their flaws and blemishes to allowed.
But not to be followed.
To proclaim this to be an injustice.
If permitted as an entitlement,
For others depicted unworthy to flaunt!