Allowed To Be Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are those who despise,
Experiences they have had in their lives.
To not from them grow.
Unable to take criticisms.
Or be able to let them go.
And it doesn't matter who they are.
What they own to possess.
Skin color, how they dress.
Social status to impress.
They just will never grow up.
To adults.
They will just grow up to be pests.
And pests who don't grow,
Remain to stay spoiled kids.
Probably the ones paid,
To go away.
And that's what they did.
Seeking ways to get attention.
But not enough to them paid,
To disappear.
Before completely destroying,
The atmosphere.
And...
Hopefully to do,
Before the act of it...
Is allowed to be done.