That Pain Pricked Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Little can be proven with a pinching.
People don't awaken with a pinching.
Nothing is resolved with a pinching.
Since...
All is felt is a pricking of a pain to gain.

Little can be proven with a pinching.
And...
People don't awaken with a pinching.
No!
Nothing is resolved with a pinching.
Since...
All is felt is a pricking of a pain to gain.
And that's it.

Reality is what it is.
And...
That's it.
Reality is what is and how it's believed.
And that's it.
Reality is from birth as taught to buy...
To sell,
And...
Realize.
No matter from which side of Earth,
One thinks is defined and in their minds.

Little can be proven with a pinching.
And,
People don't awaken with a pinching.
No,
Nothing is resolved with a pinching.
Since...
All is felt is a pricking of a pain to gain,
And that's it.

Little can be proven with a pinching.
People don't awaken with a pinching.
Nothing is resolved with a pinching.
Since,
All is felt is a pricking of a pain to gain.
And that's it.

That pain pricked...
Sticks.
No matter if admitted with a wishing to forget it.
That pain pricked...
Sticks.
No matter if admitted with a wishing to forget it.
That pain pricked...
Sticks.
No matter if admitted with a wishing to forget it.
That pain pricked...
Sticks,
And is ours!