Looking Down From Upturned Noses Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why do those accustomed,
To looking down from upturned noses at others...
'Assume' they are beyond living near the gutters,
To believe the ones they uttered...
Comments of disrespect,
Should rush to their aid as if to share a familiarity...
When all of their treasures have been repossessed.
With nothing left but their worthless pretentions,
Accepted to have their selfishness forgiven.
As they make attempts to express a giving of empathy.

'I had no idea how difficult it would be,
To live without credit and be deep in debt.'

~Excuse me.
But what makes you 'perceive'...
The life I live basically,
Isn't a choice I made and consciously? ~

'You 'people' are amusing.
Always finding a reason to rejoice your agonies.
Oh how I wish for the 'things' I miss.'

~Oh how I wish my bus comes and quick.~

'You should spend your time writing poetry.
Who knows...
Maybe one day your efforts will be known,
All over the world.
I have a suggestion.
Buy a computer and use the internet.
LOL.'

~Well...
Maybe one day I will do just that.~

'And maybe one day,
I will teach my cat to drive a limousine.'