Keep Your Fingers Crossed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The one thing about stating,
Truth revealed to be faked.
Is the making attempts,
To keep those convinced...
That the effects of truth.
Everywhere these days produced,
Should be imagined and ignored.

Even if it knocks on doors.
Leaving its presence known and felt.
And a reality everyone seems to agree,
Imagining this truth to be faked...
Has become for them too impossible.
To escape.

And finding themselves requesting,
Higher dosages of their medications.
Hoping to chase away,
A truth no longer they can delude!
Or deny the effects of its presence.

"I've done everything I was told to do.
But this truth declared to be faked,
Stays on my mind.
And where I go...
It seems to be following me."

-I can only prescribe you weed.
Legally.
Myself?
I'm addicted to crack.
And I'm doing the best I can,
To professionally function.
Without it to notice,
How difficult it is to face truth! -

"But...
Aren't you a doctor? "

-I...uh...
Hold on.
Let me get that confirmed.
My colleagues should know.
I'll be right back.
While I'm gone,
Keep your fingers crossed.-