Lawrence S. Pertillar
Open Up Your Wallets... - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I appreciate the participation,
Why do you find it neccessary,
To interrupt my reading.
'It's not poetry.
It's some form of a narrative.
At least that's what I was taught at Harvard.'
And were you also taught at Harvard,
To be disrespectful, insidious and a flaming fool?
'That's what I mean...
This delivery is a narrative.'
IF I am stretching my creative expression,
To incorporate the evolution of humanity...
With my interpretations,
By keeping up to date....
WHO are YOU to define that direction,
With attempts to confine it within your limitations?
Haven't you Harvard people done enough already?
And what is that suppose to mean? '
I have no idea!
You're the one equipped with the definitions.
You were wonderful.
Ladies and gentleman.
Give this man your applause.
Wasn't he great.
Thank you so much for agreeing to assist,
With my expanding reach to bring this form of expression...
To broaden a field once regarded,
As speech for the elite.
My next poem will be,
'Open Up Your Wallets...
Pull Out Two Twenties.
Approach the Podium...
And Show Me Your Love.
'That title is rather long.
I regard that as solicitation.'
Come here please.
I have something I need to say,
Only to you.
Within this poem,
You will discover...
There is no need for a duet delivery.
I appreciate your assistance,
When upon request.
I'll slip you a buck.
Your attention is requested.
Forgive my directive.
Please shut up,
And return to your seat!
I am about to recite my last 'piece'.
This is my most endearing,
I am needing your thorough concentration.
~Open up your wallets,
Lift, lift from out of your wallets quick,
Two twenty dollar bills...
And approach the podium with it.
Put them in my hand,
And then leave.
No need for applause...
That alone will please me.~
I thank you all for attending.
You have no idea how appreciative,
You have made me this evening.
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