Lawrence S. Pertillar
Until They Research What They Hear - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
It doesn't matter to me,
What you now know...
And what you found out.
Am I to be impressed,
By your acknowledgement?
And the way you'd like that addressed?
Or the fact that your discovery,
Exposes your absence of respect...
We both know was never shown to me.
Are you expecting 'me' to change?
I am always going to think of you,
The way I've been thinking of you.
'How is that? '
Someone I've already identified,
As a pest to the human race.
But don't worry about it.
I keep things like that to myself.
That's why I am quite surprised,
That you would know anything about me at all.
Since the rumors I heard,
Had me quite appalled.
And the things you said I did with my mother?
Were never done.
Those comments you made about me,
And with others who were convinced they were true?
I've known of them myself for many years.
And I would never have an appreciation for you.
My sights are not on lowlife.
Congratulations on your discovery.
I hope we were able to share something...
That opened both of our eyes!
'There is nothing like hearing the truth,
Is there? '
Nothing like it.
But some folks don't realize that...
Until they research what they hear!
And then it takes time,
To put two and two together.
Enjoy your day!
Since you have no idea,
How much you have made mine.
And I thank you for that!
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