We Live In A Democracy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.

You may have opinions to express.
But not one of them is asked for here.
Not one do you need to address.

In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.

If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.

There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '

In my home I dictate.
And the space inside, I rent.
Even if it was mortgaged...
Every cent paid on bill in my name,
I'm the one who gives consent.

If I should solicit,
That will be done in am manner as I wish.
And when I get annoyed by disrespect...
Those who do it,
Are dismissed.

There is no need for you to yell,
'We live in a democracy! '
Or do I need to repeat what I've said...
Since you obviously are not listening to me.

You see that door?
Get up and through it exit.

You are no longer welcomed in my home.
For an excuse to play fool.
Or puff up your chest to threatened.
Since ignorance in here is all you've invested.

See that door?
Save some remnants of our friendship!
Get up...
Go through it quick to exit!
We will talk at some point,
When it's agreed we can disagree.
But right now our eyes do not meet.

I agree with you.
Sometimes I do.
That is true.
When I do.
But for now...
Get the hell out of my house.