Delicious Stuff Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Evasive.
Factless.
And lacking truth and honesty.
How is it possible,
We could reach such disbelief...
Without this to notice it.

"At first,
I had been a little skeptical.
Since I never requested provolone,
Replacing American cheese.
On my sandwich.
What a tasty difference it makes.
For whatever the reason,
The flavor of the olive oil...
Lettuce, tomatoes and sweet peppers,
Are more enhanced.
You should try it next time."

You're acting to pretend,
Ignoring me.

"Acting to pretend?
This sandwich is delicious.
And the whole wheat bread?
Freshly baked too?
How more serious can a sandwich get? "

More serious than the crazy stuff,
Going on around us, right?

"That depends.
Is it new stuff.
Or old repeated stuff,
To bring up to discuss.
Leaving the same disgusting results.
With the both of us,
Without appetites unable to eat.
And...
Not this time.
You know what I've discovered to notice? "

What?

"This happens whenever,
You offer to pay for lunch.
What a coincidence.
Isn't it?
Well...
I'm going to eat this sandwich.
And order another one.
With 'fries' and a salad on the side."