Symbols Of Status Had Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Symbols Of Status Had



One never knows these days,
Who one might see to believe impoverished...
Picking up bottles and cans,
Off the streets to inspect...
With a doing in haste and hurriedly.
To then witness again,
This same person driving a Mercedes.
Parking it in a rush to leave,
With a running across a busy street...
As if late to greet a long lost friend.
But seen picking up a can to hold and caress.
And with a doing not to seem to care less,
Who might think this as foolishness.
But obviously meant to fulfill a need,
To keep up with impressions specifically to address...
Those symbols of status had one intends to feed,
What one perceives are 'their' kept priorities.

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