Within Their Midst Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One needs not to continue,
To attempt to convince others...
There is an idiot amongst them,
Who is unbelieving of it.
And is within their midst.
Eventually the acknowledgement of this,
Will even be known by the idiot.

And the one who had been thought,
To have passed undeserved judgement...
Will begin to be regarded,
As a psychic.
With powers others then start to request,
If remnants of stupidity...
Appears to be accepted in the minds of the rest.

'I am not a psychic.
Trust me.
My observations are there.
If one wishes to accept what is,
As being there as is 'and' obvious.'

~So what are you saying?
All this time I have been an idiot? ~

'I did not say that specifically.
Since I am not aware of who you represent.
And there may be others undercover,
Who might resent the presence...
Of my unintended observations.

However...
You seem better equipped,
To pick out others doing their best...
Denying their honesty to confess.'

~So...
What is it you are saying?
I am not alone? ~

'I don't mean to offend,
Anyone invited to attend this conference.
But if I had known,
I was here only to address with hollow impressions...
I would have stayed at home.'

~Well...
If you are here unknowing of this,
And you have yet to exit.
Then who amongst us...
IS the idiot?
Professing just to be observing!
And doing it...
Within 'their' midst?
Perhaps it is 'you' who seeks the acceptance.~