Crooked Crumbs Of Cookie Pieces Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Honesty, trust and truth to know it,
Has to be experienced to live.
And looking for these qualities,
Not to know or feel what they are...
Is like a child.
Lieing about having,
Their hands in a cookie jar.
When crumbs of them are traced,
Made and placed by their footsteps.
Leaving crumbs of cookie pieces,
All over their face.
To deny what is seen can not be possible.

"What do you take me for?
A fool?
I see crumbs of cookies.
On your face.
And crushed under your footsteps.
Easily to prove the evidence of it."

-Okay.
We're they Chocolate Chip or Oreos?
They might have been Toll House cookies.
With the walnuts.-

"What difference does that make?
Cookies are cookies."

-But all of them don't taste the same,
Do they?
As if you know what kind of cookies I like.-

"I could care less.
This is about you.
Being a thief and a big liar."

-Who doesn't know that.
I've been stealing cookies,
And lieing about that for years.
What did you expect?
A confession?
Have you seen that cookie jar?
My fingerprints,
Are not the only ones on it.
Wake up.
Where have you,
And your delusional life been living?
It can not be here on Earth.
Or anywhere else orbiting around it.-