Too Slow To Get It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too slow to get it.
And too ill-equipped to admit.
Like many who are born to believe,
A doing as they please is their destiny.

Choosing to be among the ones,
To turn up noses...
With eyes and ears closed,
Yet mouths open prepared to judge.
As a tongue that seldom gets any rest done.
These are the people who eventually become stung.

A mind not connected,
To what drops out of a loosened mouth...
Can not apologize enough to stop an ignorance,
That stays nourished and embedded in one's head.
And nothing inside of it delays what is said.

Yet there is an ease one believes they should receive,
Forgiveness.
At the expense that becomes too extensive to ignore.
And one's admission of guilt can not be excused to appease,
Anymore.
Not when one's consciousness has intent to inflict pain.
With an assumption that a fame gained,
Will erase the remaining stains.

Too slow to get it.
And too ill-equipped to admit.
Like many who are born to believe,
A doing as they please is their destiny.

A mind not connected,
To what drops out of a loosened mouth...
Can not apologize enough to stop an ignorance,
That stays nourished and embedded in one's head.
And nothing inside of it delays what is said.

When one is too slow to get it,
The price to pay will help connect one day...
To those lessons taught,
They should have long ago comprehended...
With a teaching to learn never to forget.
And what goes around,
Comes back to establish one's embarrassment.