I sit and ponder

Whilst having a brief wander,

What are your intentions?

Everybody watches you,

Feeling like they are under review.

Hanging on every word you say,

But the more you say,

The more my morals hold me at bay.

When I was searching for answers,

I thought you could be an enhancer.

But then I realised your nothing but a product of your time.

Warped with stubbornness,

Yet somehow, still rudderless.

I know you mean well,

But your no true patell.