The Part In 'This' Environment You Play Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Forgive me but I am not a thief of your peace.
Or a robber here to sell you,
On more delusions to believe.
And look over the way I'm dressed.
I've been given a mission and not to impress.
I've come to address your negligence.
And come to express that your neglect,
Has not been for me cost effective.

Forgive me but I am not a thief of your peace.
Or a robber here to sell you,
On more delusions to believe.
But I do hope one day you open your eyes to see,
Your caring less has an affect on me.

'Why is it what I do has an affect on you? '

When you throw your trash or talk it,
Eventually what you do with a doing done...
Weakens beliefs that others should follow too!
Am I am here just to request,
If you are going to mind your own business...
As you claim you do.
It would be more effective if you kept it 'inside' your home.
And perhaps the rest of us would not be enforced,
To patronize with a cleaning up of your mess.

'I object to what you are saying.'

No problem.
Just consider doing it,
As an assignment to then witness...
The influence you have just by accepting,
The part in 'this' environment you play.
Everyday.
And unconsciously.