They Have Amongst Themselves Outlawed Living Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have been who I am,
Making my own decisions.
And feeling my own aches and pains,
Much longer than anyone obsessing over...
Their approval or acceptance of what I do.
Or with whom they choose to discuss my activities.
As if whatever is whispered or gossiped...
Is going to make a difference.
Not a bruise on my body or an endured suffering,
Healed for me alone to witness to feel and to moan...
Is not going to make a difference to me,
Who thinks WHAT if I switched my butt...
And wore twelve inch high heels if I felt like it!
It AINT!

People waste more time,
Keeping their noses up other's behinds...
Than toilet tissue used.
They have destroyed themselves,
And the quality of life with their pretentions.
They have amongst themselves outlawed living.
And the freedom to do what one wishes to do,
When one wishes to do it.
And the only ones who try their best to stay happy,
Are the ones who keep their distance from these idiots...
Believing themselves sought after and adored.
UGH!