It Is A Luxury Sometimes

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I can be foolish.
And can do foolish things
Knowing what I do is a bit foolish.

It is a luxury sometimes I use.

But there has been times,
My foolishness has been mistaken...
For stupidity and ignorance.

And my portrayal of foolishness,
When I decide it should end...
Becomes interpreted,
As someone who has lost much sense.

And I must admit,
At times when that occurs...
I'm not trying to find it either.
Or senselessly defend,
Whatever it is that offends...
That I may say and is heard.

That is why I don't encourage,
Being tested at my expense.

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