Trying To Find Legitimate Conversation Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Until someone comes along,
To declare me officially crazed and mentally unfit...
I will continue to talk to myself,
With and in complete confidence...
As I care less if this is done in public.
Yes.

Tired I have grown of trying to find,
Legitimate conversation that is intelligent.
And debating with others,
Who themselves seem to be in conflict...
With my correctness that agitates and affects them.

~Why-oh-why-oh...
Does this phenomenon occurs,
Is a mystery to me.~

And I am not the only one,
Who has come to grips with this issue.
No I'm not.
There are several others in my neighborhood,
Fed up as well.
With varying degrees of upsetness they express.
Yes.

Although...
I am more discreet.
Never will I wave my hands in the air.
Acting like I just don't care.
To be seen in the streets.
Or shouting obscenities to people I meet.
No!
That's not me.

And frankly I've noticed how unsettling this can be,
To those people witnessing this as they pass by...
Giving this kind of behavior their attention.

I refuse to be labelled 'nuts'.
But I do admit...
I have had my moments with a few trees.
Some of them have tried to dominate my conversations.
And I'm not about to apologize,
For anything offensive I've said to them either.
I don't care how stubborn or unmoving they can get.