Feeding My Soul Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why do you do what you do,
To get off.
Knowing that someone,
Wants with a wish to see you duped.
And why would you do what you do,
Doing it done...
When others are not aware,
You are prepared not to care.

'I'm feeding my soul to keep a peace I hold.
Hoping to behold it as an aging older I grow.'

I can understand you're doing this,
To keep your good kept on.
But others with their druthers,
Believe you to be a fool.
With you an easy mark for them to use.
And The King of Stupidity,
To be used when they choose.

'I'm feeding my soul,
To have it done to please me.
If others see me dumb,
I'll be The King of Stupidity.
To keep a peace I hold,
As I age and grow...
To know what it is and what I want and need.
Ahhh beez-a feeding my soul,
To have it done to please me.
If others see me dumb,
I'll be The King of Stupidity.
To keep a peace I hold,
As I age and grow.
To know within my soul I'm pleased.
And to do...
To keep my sanity.'