To Rid As If Diseased Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those who can not bring themselves,
To appreciate with encouragement...
The gifts and talents others bring to them,
With a benefit that uplifts an environment shared...
That motivates with a caring to make all aware,
Can together experience negativity in the air.
And toxins everywhere...
Expressed and found in the mind, body and souls,
Of those accepting with an expectation to feed upon.
And not from themselves to rid as if diseased.
But instead keep to spread in a unity to release!

'We need to arm ourselves,
Against the increasing threats we face.'

~I agree.
What do you propose?
A change of diet and a re-evaluation,
Of that which is valued.
You know...
Sustaining with a betterment,
A diminished quality of life to correct.~

'Are you kidding?
I am not referring to that kind of expense.
Everyone should have a gun.
To protect themselves from someone.'

~Oh.
Someone who is equally mentally diseased,
Right?
Poisoned with fantasies.~

'What are you talking about? '

~You.
Me.
And the differences in our beliefs.
A reality that isn't delusioned,
By the creating of more enemies.~

'Well...
I'm going to 'beef' up my security.'

~Tell me about it.
You are what you eat, think and do.
To be done with effectiveness.~