Doing It With It Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Getting comfortable with chaos?
Doing it with it done.
And having fear appear.
Although none is near to come.
Then you find yourself begin to tremble.
Doing it with it done.
And you notice your legs getting nimble.
Doing it with it done,
To either run or hide from being identified.

Have you become afraid of your own neighbors.
Doing it with it done.
And your kept suspicions warrant this.
Doing it with it done.
With submitting to give your permission.
Doing it with it done.
To believe,
Someone seeks you as a victim.
Like others who have become one.

Prioritized are threats on your list.
Doing it with it done.
And your home has every weapon,
Prepared to use in your hands and quick.
Doing it with it done.
And when you walk on any street,
You feel you are picked...
By someone you think a stalker.
So you reach for that weapon,
Concealed but tightly gripped.

Getting comfortable with chaos?
Doing it with it done.
And having fear appear.
Although none is near to come.
And after dinner to sit,
Allowing to be bombarded...
By everything heard negative on TV to see,
Are the one with a gun loaded...
Awaiting for a threat from an enemy,
Doing it with it done.
To threaten anyone...
Coming to take what is left of your mind.
Already occupied,
With wishes to find more bad news.