On A Perch Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Maintaining to remain on a perch,
Idealized with lofty eyes...
That sustains with decades of comforts,
And entitlements fixed unchanged...
Leaves,
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.

But too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.

More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But...
Too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.

Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when one sits on Earth.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when delusions are done.
And truth is not demeaned.