Listening To Their Lack Of Facts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They claim to be in self defined exile.
Losing a grip on crushed realities.
None lived to believe in...
And still they wish them pleased.

Sitting on the brink of total change.
And they keep a faith...
Followed and fake.

Listening to their lack of facts,
From a brain that has missed the train...
Offers little satisfaction,
To those who aren't insane.

Exposed they are,
To show their consciousness.
And grateful to meet someone...
Doing the best that can be done.
Taking life as it comes...
Without the sharing of complaints.
Or trying to find some.

Busy bees with mental freezes...
Listening to their lack of facts.
In any season,
You'll see them in packs.
Discussing new blues!