Soured To The Taste Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No time do I have to waste and spend,
On meaningless or frivolous endless levity.
With a doing without a seriousness,
I pretend to take or leave.
As most people do with a doing to deceive.

The hour upon us has soured to the taste.
And the observations I witness I can not erase.
I feel it's my duty to comment on them to make.
Regardless of who perceives I only see negativity.
Although positive I am if I wasn't I wouldn't give a damn.