'You...Are The Coming'

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Several years ago,
You approached us and made...
What we thought then,
Were some very outlandish comments...
About our society and the state of affairs.'

Those times are behind me now.
From valleys to hilltops...
I have learned I must adopt a fresh point of view.

'Great.
Great!
Today we are here to say,
We've come to value any vision you'd like to share.
Your insight is most rare.
And we anticipate what you envision.'

I am deeply moved.
And extremely humbled.
What is it you wish?

'Please share with us,
Your most deep felt candid feelings.
We promise not to slander you,
Or drag your name through the mud...
As was done with such glee in the past.
This is all we ask.
Repeat those words.
To allow them in our memories to last.'

Sure!
Zip pee dee doo dah.

'Yes! '

Zip zippy dee day.

'Yes. Yes...oh yes!
Say it, brother.'

My Ohio...
Or,
You could say...
My oh My oh!
Whatever...
What a glorious day.

'You have the 'vision'.
We knew it.
You...are The Coming!
No need to continue.
How did we ever come to doubt,
Your brilliance? '

Are you folks okay?
I've been saying this for years.
It's from a mov...

'YES! This we know.
But it just dawned on us,
The hidden depths of your meaning.'

1946...
Song of the South.
It's a Dis...

'You're not getting away from us this time.
We know who you are! '

Please. Please...
Allow me the option to be nuts!
Please. Please ignore me.
I've had total peace for quite some time.

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