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  797.     

A Mutual Sharing Has Become Effective

What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn.

What can be said,
To some who struggles?
Toiling needlessly as if a martyr,
Out to prove...
A shackling to a ball and chain,
Is one's mission.

And the one watching this,
Shouting in a voice that has become hoarse...
Becomes just as sickened!
And suggestions from others to quit,
Divorce from it...
Is unbearable to see!
Yet can not leave.

What can be said to someone that hurts?
Someone accustomed,
To wallowing away in sludge and dirt...
With given alerts that warn?
Nothing!
As long as they have someone there,
To witness their despair...
A mutual sharing has become effective,
In the process.
 
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  798.     

A Never Ending Process

The proof of truth with evidence,
Does not excuse the feelings of one abused...
By those who choose to deceive purposely.

Nor should anyone expect,
One affected to be readily forgiving...
Of those accepting deceptions to believe.

Often people easily deceived like this,
Will quickly accuse one innocent of being the culprit.
To victimize as their defense for being convinced of lies.

'I tried repeatedly to tell them,
I apologize for being stupid.
However...
Each time I attempted this,
They looked at me as if I was an idiot.'

~Well...
I can understand the confusion.
You see...
If you had said,
You apologize for being a 'fool'...
They may have 'had' a reason,
And a cause to excuse you for being stupid.~

'What difference does that make.
An apology is an apology.'

~I agree.
And in 'some' cases that may be true.
Although in your particular situation,
It would have been easy for them...
To forgive a fool for being stupid.
But...
For whatever the reason,
They believe you to be an 'idiot'.
And being an idiot is a never ending process.~

'So what should I do? '

~Avoid at all cost,
Any excuse they wish to use...
To have you arrested for stalking and harassment.
Stay as far away from them as possible.
You could end up in jail.~

'What would you have done? '

~I carry a bat in the trunk of my car.
You idiots are all over the place these days.
You wouldn't have gotten that close to me.
But then again...
I've witnessed you be a fool on several occasions.
And if 'ever' you see me go into my trunk to get my bat...
Don't ask me any questions about that.
Just run. And, as fast as you can.~
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  799.     

A Nourished Self Centered Pity

Punks, bullies, cowards and liars.
Deceivers who hide,
Behind identities to charade...
All seem to have one thing in command!
A masquerading of their delusions.
To commit an ambushing to be done,
With someone unknown to have it shown...
Insecurities they keep and in deep sick mentalities,
Has always been a claim to be the fault of others...
They wish to blame for not recognizing their superiority!
A superiority they wish to inflict with pain,
With a doing to have it felt and believed.
With an influence over others to achieve!
However...
If left alone,
The condoning of a superiority would not be noticed!
It would not be known to perceive it believed.
And 'this'...
Those with evil intentions can not permit to exist.
They MUST be acknowledged!
Regardless if a nourished self centered pity is felt!
Yet from them does not leave to live life to respect.
 
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  800.     

A Parody

Mommy?
What is a parody?

'That's when something meant,
To mean one thing to intend...
But is made to make it funny,
By having it seen as something else.'

I thought the same thing too.
But when I asked daddy,
He thought I said a pair of D's.
And he started laughing.
Then he said,
That you use to have a pair of B's,
Before I changed them to D's.
What did he mean by that, ma?

'Go tell 'your' FATHER...
There will be no F's in this house,
For a long time.'

Oh no.
I don't want to remind him,
About that 'one' I brought home last year.
He got 'real' upset.
Remember?

'Yes. I remember it.
That's why I keep telling you to use the dictionary,
If you are not sure of what a word means. Okay?
Learn to use that as a tool.
Come to know it and keep it near your hands.
It's very important.
You will find one day it impresses the young ladies.'

Okay.
Keep it near my hands and use as a tool?

'That's what to do.
You'll come to know how important that is.'
 
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