Not From Out Of Town Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too determined to get upset by critique,
During the days where shadows loom...
In places that support the exposure,
Of razor sharpened teeth.
And people speak with acid laden tongues.
Nor does the thought of running comes.
Not when scenes like these,
Drip from blood thirsting creatures...
Seeking the attention sought and given!

'Yes...
I did request a virgin bloody mary.
And no...
I am not from out of town!
Just visiting,
From one of the local neighborhoods.
May I have a twist of lemon with that, please? '