Scenes Of Suppression Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.

You must have heard rumors,
I was easy to 'break in? '
'Rough it out! ' You were told...
'Hound him and his fantasies will end! '

Scenes of suppression,
Impressed to solicit oppression...
Needs to be shaken loose from your mind
Since where we are going,
Is 'nowhere' you will find!

And closer than that,
You are not going to get!
If I don't 'deck' you first...
With a sudden outburst,
For breathing your nonsense down my neck!

Giving you a star filled sight...
One you never expected to see,
In broad daylight!

Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.

Days of cattle calls...
To stamp your initials with branding iron,
Has cease to exists but you still persist...
And no honor comes to you for trying,
Or weakened with tricks by lieing!
That mindset you sell is dieing.