Lawrence S. Pertillar
Whatever Works - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I choose to make decisions and stick to them.
It isn't easy to do it...
Since people are there,
Wanting to apply a tight twist of a screw.
Marching to my own drummer,
Hasn't always been a tune I picked to hum.
But I've grown to become accustomed,
To get what I needed to be finished and done.
Those who whistle happily in bathrooms alone,
Only to be fearful when the sound of it is not condoned.
Make choices to suppress what inside them felt is best.
And I'm glad I don't have sense enough,
To invite my own distress.
If I feel like scratching my ass publicly...
There will be few left to guess,
Where the itching on me will be done to be set free.
I've learned to laugh and feel it deeply.
Not to suppress an urge to debate my needs.
Or care who believes I'm nothing more than a jerk.
Whatever works for me...
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