Problematic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Problematic



Static.
And problematic.
You live a life,
Like it's better than platinum.
And this is static to be seen as problematic.

You wish people to assume,
You stash cash and diamonds.
While you sleep on pillows,
Wearing nothing but pearls.
And you're not that kind of guy who lies,
But outside in the world...
Both of you adorn disguises to hide.
Why do you do this to deny your pride?

Static.
And problematic.
You live a life,
Like it's better than platinum.
And this is static to be seen as problematic.

Women do this to impress other women.
And men do this to address other men.
But children live their lives to affect with a doing,
To imitate and pretend what they see without end.
And this is problematic.

You, they and them...
Wish people to assume,
You live a life of platinum.
But it's more like a life of gloom.
And this is sad and static.
Problematic and a fact.
And the children can't see through it.
They don't know it to be an act.

Women do this to impress other women.
And men do this to address other men.
But children live their lives to affect with a doing,
To imitate and pretend what they see without end.
And this is problematic.

You, they and them...
Wish people to assume,
You live a life of platinum.
But it's more like a life of gloom.
And this is sad and static.
Problematic and a fact.
And the children can't see through it.
They don't know it to be an act.
And this is problematic.

The children can't 'see' reality!
And this is problematic.

Children grow to believe life lived is a fantasy...
And this is problematic.

You, they and them...
Wish people to assume,
You live a life of platinum.
But it's more like a life of gloom.
And this is sad and static.
Problematic and a fact.

The children can't 'see' reality!
And this is problematic.

Children grow to believe life lived is a fantasy...
And this is problematic.
Erractic and it bites right back!
The doing is a fact and problematic.
Erractic and it bites right back!
The doing is becoming automatic.
Problematic and it bites right back.

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