Foot In Mouth Disease
Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
My foot in mouth disease has healed.
Now when I speak...
I make sure my feet are ready to flee.
And implanted in my own beliefs...
Has taught me a lot about diction!
I mumble what I say to quickly walk away.
Leaving anyone to wonder,
Whether or not I had offended.
And those greetings I receive,
The next time I meet with anyone...
Are more acceptable and less intriguing.
I've learned that one's speech understood,
And flawless with punctuated emphasis...
Can condemn an intelligence perceived.