Undiscovered Fresh Dirt Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Did you not say this was undiscovered,
Fresh dirt?
This is the same dirt that has been here for years.
What is so unique about it? '

How it just lays there under the Sun!
Remember how it use to kick up dust...
When others rushed here to try to find something?
Different from what it had been then?

'Why 'now' is this so important to you? '

Oh, it's not!
I just thought if I told you it was undiscovered,
Fresh dirt...
You'd be the first to spread the rumor!
I had no idea you would see it like I do.
It's the same stuff, right?

'You must be running out of ideas,
To keep your name scandalized? '

Well,
I must admit...
It isn't getting any easier.
I remember the days when I didn't have to think,
To be innovative!
Today...
Everybody wants to get in on the act.
And I had been crowned 'King of Eccentricities'!
Remember?

'Man,
You are not in your right mind.'

Thank you!
At least I know you and I will always remain good friends.
You are quick to identify that.
And that is why I am not afraid to expose it to you,
At all.
Come on...
Let's do lunch.