Lawrence S. Pertillar
Sliced And Served À La Mode - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Are there secrets leaked when weeping?
'Something' starts those tears to fall.
If this relief allows one to easily breathe...
Then let it be done,
If this should bring comfort to some.
Can accusations stir up sensations,
When those conservative...
Land on mavericks like fleas?
And those who are liberal,
Take the blame for being too cerebral...
Explaining what is wrong,
In explanations boring and far too long!
Leaving those crying...
And ready to explode,
For a wish of simplicity...
Peacefully sliced and served à la mode!
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