Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
You've Said It All
I didn't want to say anything.
But the longer I visit,
It becomes more obvious.
'What is that? '
Maybe it's me,
It appears there are a lot of people here,
Who point their fingers at others...
Then begin to laugh at them.
Am I imagining this?
Why are they doing that?
And why are the others ignoring them?
'The ones pointing their fingers and laughing,
Have increased in numbers.
They were taught many years ago,
That anyone appearing different than they were...
Were thought to be fools and idiots.'
They seem to be the fools and idiots.
'It use to bother me.
I have nothing to say.
You've said it all.
Continue to ignore them.
You're only here on a visit.'
How can you live here?
'I'm in it and not of it.
They've been calling me crazy most of my life.
And somehow I have found that to be satisfying.
You notice they don't laugh at me anymore.'
I'm sure you miss it?
How did you know?
At one time it was very motivating.'
'I hate to admit it has become addicting.
It is like a 'fix' I need on a daily basis.'
I think you're in it AND of it too!
'You think? '
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