Space Assigned Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one can fill,
Your space assigned.
And no one but you,
Should be using your mind.

You ought not be the one,
Confused.
Nor should you be the one,
Others easily choose...
To nit and pick your wits.
If you are not permitting,
Their fun of it.

You ought not be the one,
Confused.
No.
Don't become the one,
Others easily choose...
For a mission.
To then give you permission.
With defined conditions.

No one can fill,
Your space assigned.
And no one but you,
Should be using your mind.
To do.
But you.