Splitting From Your 'B-S' Flings Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You're just like a child.
One who asks questions.
But not patient enough...
To sit and listen to the answers for them.

Your mind can not resist...
Being turned on and turned off quick.
With distractions bombarding any moment.
And you expect someone, like me...
To understand this?
And not be connected.
As if I am void of being emotionally equipped.

One of us is in denial.
One of us puts others on trial...
If they do not live up to our 'scattered' expectations.
If they do not deliver to us the taste of our temptations!

And you can call what I am about to do,
Anything you choose to as it is addressed...
From your perspective free of truth!
But I am splitting from your 'B-S' flings with nonsense...
Right now!