Suspicious Are Those With Wicked Wishes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is nothing more disturbing,
Than someone observed...
Espressing joy and happiness.
For no apparent reason.

And those on drugs,
Have a certain appearance.
While those alcoholic,
Have eyes clouded in denial.

Those natural high lifers,
Are often thought of to be crazed.
Or completely detached from reality.
And today this amazes those distracted by it!

How often is it that one is seen,
Smiling and content?
And absolutely self abuse free.
While attracting attention AND comments.

Has a rehabilitation been the cause of this sensation?
Something of a discipline has occurred.
With a vibrancy that expresses verve.
How encouraging!
And this takes nerve.

Suspicious are those with wicked wishes.

'Oh...
They 'have' to be doing something more than nothing!
Because too much attention they bring to it! '

And discipline and self respect,
Are the last things loose lips digest in minds to accept!
With an evilness projected.
And leaving those 'bugs' that fly up their asses,
To camp out in a permanent residence.
Although finding it unsafe to stay there!