Everywhere To Meet Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Admitting something done.
To be wrong.
Some will wait...
Until the very last minute.
Rushing to a dentist.
Hoping to have,
Their mouth numbed to pull,
Not one or two...
But several decaying teeth.

And many can not do it.
Admit something wrong.
They permitted to go on done to do.
Too long to keep prolonged.
Remaining to maintain,
The ache and pain of a stubborn attitude.

Thick headed are people.
Everywhere to meet.
Thick headed are people.
With this quality to keep.
And everywhere they are met,
To do as they please.
Even if told to stay a 'social distance'.
Preventing themselves and others too,
From the possibility,
Of contacting a virus.
Newsworthy enough...
That should have them alarmed,
By a pandemic spreading disease.

"Keep a 'social distance'.
Keep a distance away from me.
And where is your mask.
To protect yourself.
Don't you care about your safety? "

-I can not go anywhere,
Without someone telling me...
What it is I should do.
I just left a dentist,
Attempting to do that same thing too! -

"I am not a dentist.
But I do pay attention,
To what these days is going on."

-You and me both.
More are telling me,
To stay away from them.
And I'm the one minding my own business.
Trying get home,
Before the pain comes back.
And the numbing of it goes away.-

"You and I,
Are talking about something,
That is entirely different."

-Not really.
People incapable of minding their business,
Has been a sickness allowed...
To disease the people for years.
That today it is called a pandemic?
I'm not surprised by that at all.-

"This is a virus.
A pandemic.
And it has already killed thousands.
Threating death to many more."

-Like I said.
I'm not surprised by that at all.-

"Everywhere to meet,
There is a thick head."

-Yep!
You're on a mission to start something.
But I ain't the one.
Getting my teeth pulled,
Taught me a lesson about decay.-