Put Down Your Weapon Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one.
No one I have ever met to come to know,
Or believed with confidence I could share...
Every detail of my intimate thoughts,
Could, if they wanted...
Even if from me they begged,
Should put themselves in a position...
To represent 'my' wants, desires and needs.
No matter if under hypnosis,
The doing of this is an impossibility.
Ask anyone who has gone through a divorce.
Or the reason why their relationships have ended.

That's why I will never to this day,
Or any to come I am blessed to receive...
Understand how people can believe,
Someone else should be held responsible...
For not making them happy on a daily basis,
While they sat to sit awaiting for it to happen.
Only to become disappointed as 'afterglow' fades away.

When preferences with details are not delivered to meet...
Lofty expectations out of reach no human being could satisfy,
People left crazed to have their dreams and wishes fulfilled...
By someone else who has made to them promises,
Often threaten to take their own lives.
And depending upon how they were raised as children,
Will take any weapon to show and tell they mean business.

'I wanted frosting on my cupcakes.'

~We understand.
Everything is understood.
We have called the authorities,
To order your cupcakes with frosting.
Now...
Put down your weapon.
There is no need to shoot anyone else.~

'Promise? '

~Yes.
Just put down your weapon.
Slowly.~