Backwith Fresh New Mess Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Even though,
It seemed for long...
I had been gone.
Well...
I'm back.
I'm back,
From where I was at.

Beating around those bushes.
Not saying what I mean.
Or being direct.
And attempting to revive,
Dead horses found.
With a doing to do this,
All over town.

Hush up, child.
I didn't desert you.
Dry your tears.
I know the past few years,
Has left you and so many...
Feeling abandoned.
Out of place.
Tormented and mentally confused.
I am going to the neighbors,
To let them know...
I have returned to complain.
Done to do this nonstop.
Until I drive them insane.
I know they miss my craziness.
Then that virus hit.
And everyone was made,
To keep a social distance.
With masks to wear.
Making them aware,
No one seemed to longer care...
About their entitlements,
To start arguments.
Over nothing at all.
And this brought them to despair.
Aching for a cure.
A vaccine or something.
That would restore,
The normalcy...
Of their dysfunctional lives.
To live the lives they desperately missed.
Well..
That cure was found.
A vaccine discovered did the trick!

Even though,
It seemed for long I had been gone.
Beating around the bushes.
And dead horses too.
A thing so missed,
By not just you but others too.

Hush, my child.
Dry your tears.
I'm back.
I'm back from where I was at.

I have to go to see the neighbors.
Friends and family members too.
I know they miss complaining about nothing.
And I know that virus,
Kept us all confused...
About that 'normal' life.
And nonsense started we had been accustomed to.
A cure has been found.
And people all around are happy to return,
Back to learn nothing from the virus.

Well...
Here I am.
From where I was at.
Getting on people's nerves.
Done to do what they miss.
Assisting them to argue over nothing,
Again.
With a doing this nonstop.
As a wish to cherish,
The normal dysfunction of this entitlement.

"You promise?
You promise to stay.
And never go away! ? "

Hush, child.
I didn't go anywhere.
It was the virus that came.
Making people focused and conscious of it.
Now since a cure has been found...
It will be back to business as usual.

I am going first to visit the neighbors.
I anticipate to find them thrilled,
Complaining once again over nothing.
And I will do my best,
To agitate an argument to start.
Back I am.
Glad with fresh new mess.