Nothing Is Meant To Stay Fluffed Up Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing is meant to stay fluffed up,
With a fluffed up stuff that's tough.
And that which climbs to the top,
Comes down.
When an accustomed appearance of it,
Has become too familiar.
And a taste once craved has become enough.

It's in the nature of humanity,
That wishes and desires for something fresh.
Expectations exceed what has been tasted.
And only that which appears new on the scene,
Gets a treatment the old stuff moves aside to give up.
Has anyone observed lately...
The doings of what occurs naturally?

It's all relevant to the event of relevance.
And who and what determines it.