Accomodate Yourself

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

You are here to do what?
Accomodate me?
In the doing of what?
Doing my best to promote 'your' dreams.
The ones you say are prioritized,
But you procrastinate to do other things?

You're here to accomodate,
My ideas to sell your skills.
The ones you hesitate in soliciting yourself.
But believe I should 'kill' myself in the doing?
You are here to accomodate me?

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