Frozen As If Stuck To Be Glued Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

As I age and on some days done gracefully,
I find I have less tolerance...
For those who openly discuss,
Their sexual preferences as if they must.
Especially when I think of their parents,
And imagine their druthers now kept hushed..
Most people today who rush to freely bed hop,
Would have had their births aborted.
And their parents' agonies stopped long ago.

Discussions of who sleeps with who when and why,
Use to be private and closed behind doors.
Now people are invited to drop their curiosities,
To give same sex a try as mate possibilities.
And even those who are openly gay or lesbian,
Could care less who guesses if they swing or fling...
When two men are seen holding hands broadly grinning.
Or two women kissing doing yoga in a gym.
It is obvious what they have is between just them.

As I age and on some days done gracefully,
I find I have less tolerance for ignorance displayed daily.
And immaturity heard from those with their noses,
Frozen as if stuck to be glued up someone else's butt.