A Menacing Intended Meant

A menacing intended meant.
With a giving a menace permission.
As if entertainment,
Followed to allow the media to give consent.
Is no different than keeping a democratic,
Society.
Once described as great and progressive.
Today kept terrorized.
By threats to get and them to receive.
If this menace, already proven to be,
Disturbed mentally.
And a leader of many,
Equally believing they should destroy...
Themselves and an entitled life to live,
Crazed to accept...
And endorse to support a thoughtlessness,
To enforce.
Has a lot to say about a society of people,
Easily deceived and fictioned to delude...
They too are immune and exempt,
From a history rewritten to leave them left...
Depicted as heros.
Done to do at their last dieing breath.
Claiming to disbelieve a leader they followed,
Had not been one,
Who would lie, deceive, betray and fraud...
For the purpose to feed an ego.
And a narcissistic inability to confess,
Or accept...
There is One God, One Earth.
With a leaving no one else left to reveal,
Being The Chosen One.
Done to prove,
God allowed to permit a menace...
Who intends it meant to destroy,
A creation of God's...
For the fun to enjoy the entertaining of it!

Although...
There are many anticipating to await,
With excitement to prove...
That which is man-made,
Overrides whatever the myth God is to be!

Do you believe there is a God?
Or those of a higher consciousness,
That has created this Earth...
As a special place in the entire Universe?

'Hmmm...
That I don't know.
I'm still awaiting who I should vote for,
In the next upcoming election.
And who it is that comes forward,
With the best rhetoric I have yet to hear!'

Wow!

'I know.
Tell me about it.
There are so many prophets claiming to be,
Not only the bag and chips in it.
But also the cheese and dip.
And my preference is hotsauce!'

Huh?

'And...
Not one has confessed to admit,
Of having grilled steak with sour cream.
Sprinkled with a few sliced jalapeño peppers.
Rolled tightly into a warm homemade tortilla.
I once, at one time,
Enjoyed the corn ones.
Now, for whatever the reason,
I crave the taste of the ones made of flour.'

You can not be serious.
You're joking, right?

'About what?'

Your preference?
There is a menace on the loose.
And all you can think of is Mexican food?

'Hey.
I had nothing to do with your choice to pick.
And I am not about to argue over,
My preference.
Or the time it will take to satisfy it.
Is that okay?'

The World is being turned upside down!

'And...
Tell me this,
Right now from where we are standing.
On this Earth.
Are we up or down in this Universe?'

No one knows that!

'That's why I find it pointless,
To attempt to convince you or anyone else...
What my preference is to choose it!
Geeessshhh.
I'm willing to bet,
You are one of those conservative people.
Always trying to convince,
Those of us with liberal appetites...
To change what we pick and happen to like,
For something boring, mundane...
Not to mention bland.
With no flavor and repetitive!'

There's no winning with you, Is it?

'A winning over my choice to choose,
Who does to produce what it is I like?
No.
You're right.
There isn't!'