Polluted With Deludedness

When I turned my back... That's when I got attention. They believe the held Something that attracted. And I had given up. Divorced I was... From that kind of stuff. I tried to snap them back into reality. Another insight, That proved honest to me. But they were polluted with deludedness. And I had tired of the stench. I left them in their designer trenches! Shoveled and dugged, Around them to protect. They wanted to sell me... Their used cesspool philosophies! They believed I was crazed to leave their rage! As they paraded their smells with a pulchritude. That captivated their lack of comprehension, With an apartheid pride they defended. And I was out of their league. Pleased was I to be out of step as well.