Not Up For Grabs To Be Repossessed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You HAD that nice home.
In a selected suburban neighborhood.
You HAD that top of the line automobile.
And drove it around as often as you could.
You HAD that picture perfect family,
The kind that represented wholesomeness.
You flaunted with the best of phoniness.

And
You STILL have your pretentiousness,
With your college degrees.
Packed away!
No longer boasted about on your chest.

AND
You have the nerve to tell others,
I am the one not living up to MY potential?
How would you like to see that?
Glittering in your face?
Exhibited?
To allow you and your friends,
Who also HAD?
To stop by to pay inspection visits?

Let me dropp this on you!
Whatever you didn't see before,
That I still HAVE and more...
Was not in the clouds.
My feet have always been planted.
AND whatever it WAS I did not HAVE,
Was not up for grabs to be repossessed.
And today I find my mind at rest.