Lawrence S. Pertillar
Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems
$10 A Gallon?
$10 a gallon?
'Does that really matter now?
When it approached
One dollar per gallon...
You should have voiced your concern then!
Not when your pockets have gotten thin.
And deepened to hold more lint!
You want to make cents?
Put these sunglasses on.
Grab a twig from a bush...
And get to begging!
You might gain some sympathy,
From someone who recognizes you are in disguise.
And they are in the mood,
To share with you their good attitude.
IF they have some of 'that' left! '
That which once mattered.
Has now been torn and tattered.
And scattered around chatted about.
By the ones who thought it fun.
To do their misdeeds.
Publicly to do them done.
With themselves now in need.
To stop their own painful bleeding.