Lawrence S. Pertillar
Dysfunctional Minds - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
How can those with dysfunctional minds,
Be determined and confirmed.
They are first to arrive at the scene of an accident,
And overheard discussing the appearance of the victims.
'But you must admit,
They could have dressed appropriately.
The colors they are wearing clash.
And not one has anything on that matches.'
That's not what I'm talking about.
We have been standing here to watch this,
And not one person has sought to seek help.
'It's appalling if you ask me.
Did you see that?
People are crowding around us.
And 'now' I've got to stand on my toes,
Just to see what's going on.'
That's what I'm saying.
People could care less about others.
Comeon, let's go.
People today are so insensitive.
'Tell me about it.
Now I can't see a thing.
Let's get out of here before I lose my appetite.'
I can't believe no one has yet called for help.
All of them.
Socially accepted psychopaths.
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