Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

It's Typical To Turn Up A Nose


If typical,
It remains it.
If it's typical this wont change.
And if thought as typical,
It stays the same...
To whomever claims it to name.
With a familiarity maintained.

That which is different is rejected.
And seldom accepted as it is.
That which is different is suspected,
And inspected from head to toe.

And insufficient is the giving of a tolerance.
Evidence of this exists.
If it's given it is always anonymous...
By those claiming no biases.
Or expressing an indifference to dismiss.

And insufficient is the giving of a tolerance.
If what it is doesn't fit a code.
And insufficient is the giving of a tolerance.
If what it is has never been exposed.
And insufficient is the giving of a tolerance.
Although it's typical to turn up a nose.

If typical,
It remains it.
If what it is doesn't fit a code.
And insufficient is the giving of a tolerance.
With a typical turned up nose.

Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014

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  • Mandolyn ... (7/4/2014 7:53:00 PM)

    There's a lot of repetition in this poem. I wouldn't repeat the title so much. Good theme :) (Report) Reply

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