Bugging Out Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Can you believe the speed by which people seem,
To be losing their minds today?
And the acceptance of it?
Can you believe this?

'Yes I can.
That's why I wear a rabbit's foot around my neck.
A four leaf clover attached to my lapel.
I pray with faith, meditate and do yoga too.
And with my fingers kept crossed,
I am hoping 'any' common sense I have...
Stays inside of me to be daily identified.

I am hoping not to be that one,
Trying to fit in or communicate...
With anyone I have yet met who I suspect has sanity left.
Or has an ability to think independently.
I hate to be disappointed.

These are dangerous times,
For anyone exposing they have a thought process.
And a mind unaffected by a dumbdowning done.'

So...
You feel you are kept protected?

'Sometimes, yes.
Especially when I begin talking to myself.
For some reason...
When people see me doing it,
They realize I am in conference.
Immediately people quiet themselves,
As if not to disturb me.
You should try that.
It works.'

No.
I don't want anyone to 'think',
I am bugging out.

'Is it peace you want to keep?
Or your pretentions? '