Kept Within Reach Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many can not, will not accept and/or refuse,
To agree to see it for what it is.
Regardless of the topic to have it stopped.
Even if described as a forest,
With a purpose to define...
Where a collection of trees,
Are most likely to be found to exist and unrestricted...
Someone will come around to start an argument,
About how pine cones on the ground are not leaves.

And there are others who expect award winning flowers,
To bloom and grow perfectly without the removal of weeds.
With this done as they flourish,
As no one oversees their needs to believe they have any at all.

Many can not, will not accept and/or refuse,
To agree to see it for what it is.
Especially today,
When the seeing it for what it is has changed dramatically...
Since the smoking of 'weed' to do legally,
Can seem to be not as bad as it seems...
As long as the weed is kept within reach and made available.
And these are the times,
In which today we live.

'Dad?
Sorry to disturb your enjoyment of 'pot'.
I finished cleaning all the guns.
I'd like to take a pistol to school with me today.
The derringer. I like the feel of it.
Plus it is easier to conceal.
Oh...
May I borrow the car to go to the movies later? '

~You can.
But let me say this for the last time,
Don't be joy riding all over the place wasting gas.
I want you kids to learn 'something',
About being responsible and accountable for your actions.~

'Whatever! '

~What did you say? ~

'May I have the keys? ...
Please.'

~That's more like it.
And bring me back some cookies and chips.
I've got the munchies.~