Stunning Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Stunning.
Are the minds behind,
Finding...
Time to create,
Alternate realities.
To have believed.

Stunning.
How quick delusions,
Are accepted as truths.
Leaving no one to doubt,
Or investigate what is true.

And stunning it is,
To realize...
Common sense,
Has left to be replaced...
By impulsive decisions to make.

And no more stunning,
Than a stunning done can get.
Is someone who owes money to others,
To be asked how much they are worth.
As if they are purposely,
Living from day to day...
With a wish to prove,
How easy it is...
Just to live on air to breathe.
Hiding wealth beyond belief.
And be as happy as a hog,
Smelling from head to toe.
Stinking.
Like aspirations.
Too much to have.
And noticed to be that bad.

"Uh...
I don't know how to say this but...
The smell of your aspirations,
Have become overwhelmingly stunning."

-Gee.
I don't know,
Which way I should take that.
It's not like I shower or bathe,
Frequently in the fragrance of confidence.-


"Too much information.
No need to take it there.
However...
Between me and you,
You can either take it,
In that direction.
Or...
In another direction.
As long as you notice to know,
It has been mentioned."

-Thank you.
I am...left,
Flattered? -

"Not as much as I am left stunned! "