Those Who Practice Acts Of Madness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It never ceases to amaze,
Who rushes to administer aid...
To those who practice acts of madness.

Psychological explanations are made,
And in depth...
To defend some who are blatantly crazed.

Even caught in the act of misdeeds done,
Some are privileged to get...
An immediate forgiveness to them that comes.

And yet...
There are others who can be innocently walking,
Down streets where thieves obviously thrive...
To be questioned as if suspected to offend,
Those snooping from windows with no business of their own...
To claim someone disguised as a 'jogger' has passed their home.
And the police should be sent immediately.

It never ceases to amaze,
Who rushes to administer aid...
To those who practice acts of madness.

Psychological explanations are made,
And in depth...
To defend some who are blatantly crazed.

'What are you doing in 'this' neighborhood? '

~I happen to live in 'this' neighborhood, officer.
Has someone complained my exercising offends them? ~

'Well...
It has been reported you've been seen,
Doing it much too often.
Especially when you stop to walk...
To then jog again.'