Over Goosed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Although I walk...
With an earned dignity I pride.
I feel I am not greeted with respect.
And this treatment leaves me in deep regret.
I don't lose any sleep,
Over what has been validated, obvious and concrete.
I see it for what it is.
And what it is has diseased our streets.

I can not believe,
Most times my thoughts.
'Degenerate self perceptions,
Displayed by the 'crazed' with few exceptions'.

I can not believe,
Sometimes my anger.
When thinking of inflicted conflicts,
Which are much over goosed with inflating gander.

Slander...
Backstabbing and character assassinations thrive!
How people can accept life is to be lived like this...
Has found a way to be marketed,
On newscasts from 9 to 5!
And around the clock,
If you are 'hooked' and 'cabe-ill-ized'.

Connected to ALL channels...
Except 'one'!
That 'one' that reactivates grace and teaches,
How one should stay alive!

And I walk...
With an earned dignity I pride.
Defended with an improved understanding!
I no longer wonder why my strides taken,
Or when I am standing...
'Seem' to be done alone!