Gone Ballistic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I want to do the cussin'
The fussin'
And the hushin'!
I want to be the one to say,
'Don't do that as I did...
You do it the right way! '

But today youth lips,
Are quick to spew out filth!
I admit I liked to shock the old folks then...
Especially the elderly women,
Who did needlepoint and made quilts...
From the safety of their 'hen dens'!

The words loudly displayed everyday,
As if picked from nearby garbage bays...
Are so awful,
Even I must close my ears!
Although I do stir into fits...
Wishing I was as bold as these 'misfits'
I'd get some things off my chest,
Instead of having them sit inside me...
Until I explode like a mad man gone ballistic.
Wanting so bad to chase them with a bat,
Just to see the fear in their eyes...
As I am handcuffed by the police,
And taken away for a ride!