Fresh Targets Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

In these days and times...
It is difficult to leave confrontational people,
Alone!
And/or behind.
They seem to want to follow a process,
Of pursuing conflict to address their illnesses.

One has to strategically avoid them.
Sometimes at one's own risk.
Even if it means to be recognized...
After perfecting an assortment of disguises.
They seem to just know how to solicit,
Those they wish to identify as fresh targets!

'Oh!
I didn't know that was you.
Didn't you say you would be home at 2?
I thought that was you earlier passing by too!
What are you trying to do...
Fool me with another disguise?
As if you are trying to avoid me! '

Not at all!
You see on Wednesdays I like to dress up,
In this pirate outfit and adorn a powdered wig...
With sunglasses.
And this cane I use as a prop to enhance the limp.

'It's amazing what some people do to attract attention!
Was that you last week dressed as Mother Hubbard?
Now 'that' was very entertaining.
Why don't you do Whoopie?
She hardly gets imitators.
And I think she's terrific! '