A Preference To Stay Strangers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It's enough to get up on a high horse.
Tip those wide brim hats.
Lock tight and strap those saddle bags.
Wave goodbye; turn those backs and ride.
Whether it is Sunset or Sunrise,
Look at the sky and head towards the horizon.

People today are only about their gossip.
With a topping of fresh juicy and hot topics.
That's it.
To drop it all over with making no attempts to stop it.
And done to do to chase those believed familiar away.
As those they 'assumed' they had once knew,
Have made it clearly understood...
They have a preference to stay strangers.

'Why are those people on their high horses,
Doing it and not wearing their masks?
WHO do they want us to think they are?
Over-achievers? Crab barrel refugees? '

~I think they have grown tired of the pretentiousness of it.
And have decided our changing of them too often,
Was something they tired of and from us chose to split.~

'Ridiculous!
But...
Who are they? '

~I have no clue.
That's the first time I have seen their real faces too.~

It's enough to get up on a high horse.
Tip those wide brim hats.
Lock tight and strap those saddle bags.
Wave goodbye; turn those backs and ride.
Whether it is Sunset or Sunrise,
Look at the sky and head towards the horizon.
Many people today are only about their gossip.
With a topping of fresh juicy and hot topics.
That's it.
And others...
Have decided their tasks to adorn masks,
Is no longer a neccessity.
And have made it clearly understood,
They have a preference to stay strangers.

'Why are those people on their high horses,
Doing it and not wearing their masks? '

~I have no clue.
That's the first time I have seen their real faces.~