I Don'T Know Why You Are So Sensitive Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not one word from me did you hear,
About your lifestyle being in a state of shambles.
Or my saying anything about your way of life lived,
Sitting on the edge of oblivion.

'It was implied.'

How?

'Your eyes are very expressive.
When they squint and your jaw drops,
It is a hint...
Something does not meet with your approval'

I don't know why you are so sensitive.
I am very tolerant of that which soon will not exist.
Somebody will eventually learn,
Which end of a broom is used and what a mop does.