Allegations, Accusations, innuendos And Rotating Lies

The thieves who corrupt,
Are close to giving up...
Whatever is left,
Of their own common sense.
Seldom used.
Yet determined they remain,
To accuse and allege themselves victimized.
By innuendos and lies told.
With a wishing and a hoping,
Their schemes to rotate...
The same  thoughtless dreams.
Wanting something observed to be seen.
Beneficial that begins to attract,
More than bees and flies...
To honey sweetened with alibis.
And milk rotten to a sickening smell.
Yet both sold to sell well.
On promises.

Promises.
That's all they are.
To go fading away unfulfilled.
But you?
You are expected to stay patient.
With tolerance kept.
To eventually change your mind.
To accept anything.

Even reality and the truth of it,
Becomes interpreted as concepts.
Awaiting for the proof and evidence,
Of their value.

'Truth is truth and reality is reality.
Both are worthy of maintaining one's faith.'

And...
Which do you use to convince creditors,
Their patience and tolerance...
Pays for your excuses made.
In exchange for the lack and absence,
Of money you promised on your debts to pay?

'I have nothing to say.
That will permit and allow you,
To introduce another topic.
Always you do that.
With a doing to defend.
Your opinionated mind.
Stuck to find what's wrong with life.
Just to start an argument,
Over who or who is not patriotic.
And loyal to the ways of a democracy.
Look...
Closely.
I happen not to be,
A hypocrite easily agitated.
Okay?'

Huh?
What?
Nothing did I say,
About your political or religious beliefs.

'You heard what I said.
And don't try to insult my intelligence.'

Or lack thereof to notice.