What Are You Implying Now?
Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
First it was the trumpet lessons.
Then you had those slippers made.
Was is that all about?
And the people at Victoria's Secret,
Wanted to know if your request...
To purchase from them a set of wings,
Was a practical joke.
What are you up to?
'Just because I choose to be proactive,
I have no motivation.
Or that I do not have initiative.
You wouldn't recognize an 'angel',
If one was living right under this roof.
And don't look at me as if I have a halo,
Over my head.'
What is OVER your head,
Is the furthest thing from my mind.
What is 'that' suppose to mean?
What are you implying now?
That I have no ambitions?
That I don't know 'who' I am?
You have never been supportive.
Heaven help us.
'There you go.
Asking for requests ALREADY!
Well you can forget it.
I'm not in the mood.
I am tired of you taking me for granted.
And the rolling of the eyes,
Is not going to get me to change my mind.