Dope. Sick. Straight Up And Fresh Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing promised to guarantee,
Should anyone anticipate.
With high expectations to receive.
Until a doing to see, feel and touch,
Has achieved that done to do.
As well as the smell.
To know it fresh and not familiar.

-Why is 'smell' important? -

"If it stinks.
Why stay guessing...
The difference between,
Being hoodwinked or duped."

-But...
Isn't that the same thing? -

"Not only do you 'feel' me.
You have potential of being...
'Pyschic' too! "

-Straight up.
That's fresh, sick and dope! -

"Where do you young people come from? "

-Sex!
Has anything about that changed? -

"These days?
It is better not to commit,
To anyone or anything."

-You got that right.
I tell my lovers that all the time.-

"That's nasty."

-From head to toe.
On top and below.-

"What are we talking about here? "

-Trust!
What's dope.
Sick.
Straight up and fresh.
You forgot that quick? -

"I'm aging! "

-Pops?
You old! -