Spitfire

It's corny, contrived, insincere,
a lie, a pose, a fear.
It's made up, created, rehearsed
in perfect form, perfect prose and perfect verse.
It's preconceived, a ridiculous notion
ridiculed like a magic potion.
It's focused, to the point, concentrated
with a genesis born from, given to the hated.
It's spitfire, it's lava, an acid
for burning the faces and souls of the placid.
It's convincing, concealed, converting
while prying the pious into perverting.
It's immoral, powerful, and wicked
squeezing into the minds previously fitted
and it's winning, conquering, controlling
the hearts and minds and souls foiling