Lawrence S. Pertillar
You've Got Jokes, Huh? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
If I had my druthers...
And not uncommonly expressed by others,
I too would accept to receive...
A life to live in agreed peace.
But a difference in the doing I'd implement to make.
Instead of saying it to convince myself,
I would begin to live that way.
'Why don't you? '
The doing is more difficult than I thought.
But I will admit this...
A few days a week I am relieved.
What do you mean by that? '
Does any of this sound familiar?
If I expressed a peace wished to live and get,
I am accused of being pretentious.
And if I should say nothing at all,
With a walking tall with peace felt within...
I am accused then of being full of myself,
To then have it said I am arrogant.
'I've been there.'
Who do you know hasn't been down that road?
I remember attending meetings,
With others who wished for a unity to exist.
But those meetings would end,
By others who disliked the comments made...
That the envious ones thought got too much attention.
But this was not expressed to address,
Until 'those' folks left...
To gossip amongst themselves.
'So 'how' do you explain such a happy demeanor? '
I refuse not to allow myself to be abused.
And being honest with myself and others at all times,
I have found keeps me in a peaceful frame of mind.
'I have found that impossible to do around here.'
And 'you' ask me...
Why you don't see me out socializing?
With attempts to make 'me' feel guilty about it?
'You don't have to mingle with the people.
Just be there.
Make an appearance sometimes.'
Look disgusted like the others holding up the walls?
Sipping on alcohol?
To then leave?
Alone with no one with me to agree?
'At least others will believe,
You don't object to 'their' version of unity.
Or to their acceptance of diversity.'
That's news to me.
Diversity like that expressed,
I can do alone and be less stressed.
How do you handle your 'business'? '
Your 'private' affairs? '
Like I said...
What I do home alone I have found less stressful.
You've got jokes, huh? '
Unless you perceive me,
To be talking about something else?
Didn't you hear me say...
A few days a week I am relieved?
And I don't need to conduct my business,
To be declared socialized.
Those same games played have never changed.
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