Where Is This Neighborhood?

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Isn't it always the case,
When something done by someone...
Is made to look easy,
Everyone sitting on their terraces...
Or front porches or seen wasting their time,
Standing around on neighborhood corners...
Will quickly retort as if reporting,
How they could do the same thing.
If given the opportunity.
As if no opportunities are there.
Except the time they take to roll a joint...
Pass the weed to tote and smoke it!

'Really? '

Yeah, really.

'Where is this neighborhood? '

Never mind that.
You're missing my point completely.

I don't think so.
You're the one missing the point.
AND apparently missing the joint as well.
Where is this neighborhood? '

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