S.A.D. Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Shameless, appalling, disgusting.

"What is? "

The reactions I am getting.
From statements I recently made.

"You mean,
Calling people names.
And telling them to go back,
From where they came from.
If they don't like it here.
To be called repeatedly a racist? "

No.
It's not that.
That's already known about me.

"Then...
What is so shameless, appalling, disgusting? "

The way I am being treated.
It's so sad.
I have feelings too.
Just because I say what's on my mind.
And have done this most of my life.
I don't understand why I'm the one,
To be picked on.
That's not right.
I'm no different than anyone else.

"Uh...
Maybe it has something to do,
With you being elected,
Leader of the free world?
And...
A little fuzzy,
On everything from historic events...
Current events. And...reality! "

But...
What other reality is there?
Isn't my reality,
The same reality as everyone else?

"Which answer will you accept?
Yes?
Or no? "

The first one.

"Yes? "

Was it that one?
Or the other one?
I can't remember.
Which one do you think,
Would make me happy.