Goosebumps With Shivers
Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
Countless nights I use to lay in fear,
Sleepless and wondering how safe...
My personal security I held dear,
Was being jeopardized by those I could not see.
Someone around me I was told to believe creeps.
Goosebumps with the shivers I would get daily!
Looking for that man who bogeyed to boo.
So I danced with a golf club in my hand.
Prepared to hit a hole in one over par.
Whenever given that chance.
And today that fear from me has ceased.
Since I discovered those wining and dining,
Have invested their self interest only...
In protecting their own treasure chests,
Kept on shores hidden somewhere overseas.