It Is As If Those Seeds Aren'T Planted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It Is As If Those Seeds Aren'T Planted



Pleasantries are not accepted,
In those places where bitterness thrives...
As a form of fellowship.

And those who share such exchanges,
Aren't aware...
How their nasty quips,
Leave from their mouths to the ears...
Of disrespectful children's lips.

It is as if those seeds aren't planted.
To produce the sleaze,
Of their treasured weeds.

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