The incompentance of those
who are supposed to take care
of the incompetant
is staggering in it's majesty.
Palpably passing the
proverbial puck
back and forth like
hockey players
gunning for a cup,
but this puck is a person
who pricks when he bleeds
and in passing
some die
never making it to the next
hop-skip or jump.
Not that those
who are supposed to take care
of the competant
do much better
but the competant have options
not available
to the lesser class of Animals.
Lowly lieing Liers!
Sending us to and fro
like so many
stupid beast of the field
with lashings and brandings in tow.
"No one cares about you, my son,
though we all pretend in out way.
You're better off marching yourself to death,
than beleiving a word that we say."
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