Doing That Is Rude Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You know better than I do,
What it is you want and perceive as a need.
But please...
Do not expect me to limit my desires,
To bring into my life to prioritize...
Your indecision.

'I'm not undecided.
I just don't know what it is that I want.'

Dear God...
WHY?

'There is no reason to involve God.
Give me a few minutes and I can tell you.'

Dear God...
Wasn't it just yesterday,
I promised to never again take medication?

'Why have you stopped talking to me.
You act as if I am invisible.
I'm not.
And doing that is rude.'

Dear God...
Is there any way YOU can inflict upon me,
Some kind of a coma?
Or perhaps an immediate amnesia?