Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Baffled


There are those living
Who actually are convinced
They have power to enforce their beliefs
On other people to accept without objection

And these very same people
Regardless of the kind of enforcement they use
Are baffled that the cost of their attempts
Have their creditors making suggestions
As to what they should sell
To pay off their debts
Created to enforce others
To accept in a bowing done
How a way life lived
In in the best of their interests

Making not a bit of sense
Even to those debating themselves
In campaigns
Over realities they can no longer afford
To have others believe anymore

Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, September 13, 2011

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