Nothing Else On Their Minds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

People frequently ask me,
What it is I do.
And these comments may come,
From those who make claims they know...
Everything about me too.
With a few wishing fresh news to scandalize.

You know the kind?
The ones unbelieving spending time,
Doing something one can not define...
Highly unlikely.
And one who confesses this,
Has to be a liar!
And...
Achieves nothing tangible.

Yet loving to do it over and over again,
For more than fifty years...
Is for many incredibly suspicious.
Since no one from their point of view,
Does this.
And to become devoted to it...
Leaves many who do not have this type of discipline,
Occupying gutter thoughts about what it is that gets done.
And where?

You konw the kind?
The ones with nothing else on their minds...
But sleaze.