Noticeably Insulted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We are living in times,
When randomly...
People can be picked,
From a crowd of others.
Strolling leisurely,
Up or down any busy street.
To then be asked this question...
"Excuse me.
Do you know what reality is? "

A few may be noticeably insulted.
And prepared to say something,
Other than 'yes'.
Leaving no one to guess,
What it is unspoken...
Their eyes are saying,
No respectable mother...
Would wish to hear this.

Yet...
Many will be asked,
That very same question.
With a look as if wanting,
To phone a friend.
And most will respond,
"Do you mind repeating your question?
I am trying to understand,
What it is you are asking me."

We are living in times,
When more have no clue...
If it is reality they live.
Or something else,
Like a confusing illusion.
They should know more about.
But unprepared to admit,
Whatever it is...
They have yet been made aware of it!