Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
More today seem unable to face,
Any opportunity to be completely honest.
Repulsed and insulted,
As if to lose their identity and dignity kept...
Amongst the ones familiar and not in disbelief,
With their embellishments done.
Regardless of the harm this brings to achieve,
Another heart dropping performance received...
That is totally without a shred of truth.
But those listening leave eventually knowing,
They have been deceived AND entertained...
By someone who remains offended yet denies,
A sickness they attempt to hide...
Has for others no longer distracts from an expectation.
'And you claim to have witnessed,
What no one else did.
And the only evidence you have,
Is a knowing of what you heard.'
'Even though the rest of us were also there? '
~I was too appalled by the comments to notice.
My feelings were so crushed I had to catch my breath.
I tell you...
I was repulsed and insulted to near unconsciousness.~
To have witnessed? '
'Then why has the person you accused,
Who had been with us at the event...
Said nothing to us about it? '
~Being overly sensitive,
Has a way of draining one's memory.~
'Not to mention one's reality as well.'
~You can say that again.~
What would be the point? '