Interpretations Have Changed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

And in this particular exhibit,
We keep our best illusions to delude.
Many have subscribed,
To come and go as they please.
With a needing of a daily dosage.
Its popularity has resulted,
On some days a stampede.
Especially on the weekends,
We reluctantly ask many people to leave.

Some have insisted we cheapen the price.
But we are running out of space.
That's why the price is high.
However...
Knowing what we have created,
Is as addictive as it is...
We may change our minds,
Since no one expected it to be this lucrative.

'I don't get it.
It's just a scene of a quiet park.
With plastic trees and faked grass.
People don't have to pay for this!
These scenes are available anywhere,
If they sought them to seek...
With no need to pay or even ask.'

You may know this.
And of course, I am aware.
But putting a focus on it as it is,
We have people believing...
What we offer to exhibit,
Only exists here and quite rare.

'But...
You claim this is an illusion to delude! '

Ssssshhh...
Will you keep your voice down.
Many of our patrons,
Are foreigners.
And surprisingly enough...
We get some locals living right here in town.
They have no idea,
This is right under their noses and easily found.

'What you're doing is highway robbery.'

No one here is 'robbing hoods'.
And so what if it is?
Interpretations have changed.
We like to say, We offer a service.
Quaint and quite rare.
One that provides a benefit.
Mutually shared and left understood.

'Thieves! '

No.
Today we call ourselves 'Care Providers'.