Kissmebuttocks Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one should allow,
Themselves to follow blindly.
Rumors created to bait,
Others to react.
Without having the facts.
Or proof of evidence attached.

This done not to do,
Has more than just a few...
Taking steps into quicksand.
Then heard from them to scream,
In desperate need for rescue.

And...
From those already to know,
Time and time again...
They are expected to rush,
With a doing the best they can...
To offer a helping hand.
Given to the ones who take for granted,
A listening to pay more attention...
Continually done to others who have,
Reputations to lie, deceive and dupe...
Never produces,
A sustained to maintain quality of health.
But what is it left,
Can be expected from someone else...
Who has healed from being victimized.
When once again they arrive,
Upon a familiar scene.

"I can not believe what has happened to me.
Is it a possibility you can,
Give me a helping hand?
It seems I have stepped,
Into a sinking quicksand."

-Kissmebuttocks! -

"Kiss me...what? "

-Yes.
Kissmebuttocks.
I new remedy and cure I have discovered.
And I have found it better than anything else,
To remove all feelings of guilt.
With a tolerance for being taken for granted.-

"But...I...I..."

-I don't understand.
What language is that?
You know...
This 'Forgiving To Do It Business' thing,
Has become far too over rated.
Don't you think? -