Dirt Dumpers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Dirt Dumpers
What makes dirt dumpers think,
That where one chooses to live...
Associate with,
Go, eat and drink...
Has limitations on their abilities.
Or the credibility of their deeds.
What makes dirt dumpers think,
The ones they pre-judge by appearances...
Aren't invited to sit with the elite,
And choose to be alone at night...
Since they have peace of mind,
And this is what they are determined to keep!
What makes dirt dumpers think,
Their becoming aware of their own surroundings...
Has come too late to appreciate those,
They smeared with innuendos...
That generated a loathing and a creating of bad taste.
What makes dirt dumpers think,
The ones they have chosen to do this on...
Have tried too many times to warn them,
Their performances have cut their own noses.
And slit their own throats.
To leave them choking in their own polluted air.
'I don't need eyes in my head,
To know or see the things you have done...
And still do.
You are amongst seeds...
Within a rotting apple.'
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5/9/2024 12:16:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But whom is to say how that seed will grow? A change with the bitterness and cold of times covered in snow. Who are we to judge how someone will be. Its not already chosen. Not even with the best intentions can fortune tellers always be right. For prediction a lot of the time are based on intuition. The gut, the instinct baring. The soul glowing with aura that makes you believe one thing. It is as it is. With a closed mined we choose to accept it as the only possibility. But what of the other possibilities. Do they fizzle out because of our bias beliefs because of what we know? Knowledge is food we choose to eat, but do we feed others the same thing? Or do we let them choose for them selves? A spoon forcefully put in someone's mouth. Doesn't mean they will agree with it, or like it. They might just spit it back out. Yuk, your wrong the child says as he regurgitates it as if he is wiser then we are. And in some ways he might be. For he hasn't yet made many decisions, based on influence of others. Thanks for the inspiration. I have always been a fan of your writings. And I always will be.