In Every Crooked Crevice to Be Crannied
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
Where sexual aids are televised to satisfy pleasures.
In prime time or anytime one views!
It seems extremely immature,
To believe those who currently 'sleep'
With a releasing of their 'needs'.
With same sex partners.
Would 'not' do so...
IF laws restricting such activities,
Were suddenly implemented...
To prevent consented wishes!
Or...
Would lower a rising divorce rate.
Complicated by domestic abuse issues.
Although beating someone to death,
Is more accepted.
Just as it is perfectly okay...
To take someone's life,
Because a lost job was the excuse.
Or getting behind the wheel to drive and then kill...
Is considered more redeemable,
Than the smoking of 'pot'...
Inside one's home!
Our prisons seem to reflect,
What is or is not condoned!
The smoking of weed...
Has seldom received,
A life sentence behind bars for manslaughter.
Although those judgements made,
Are not mine to pass.
Nor...
Will a return to moralistic values,
Never realistically practiced.
Be prioritized by those whose eyes,
Are on someone they would like to screw.
When and where they choose.
Regardless of charaded public appearances.
Unless those 'appearances'
Were made in nakedness.
And the thought of some folks having sex,
Entirely clothed...
Would be more appropriate to suggest!
Men limped wrist,
Or women wearing lipstick...
Are more often than not,
Representative...
Of the people they are perceived to be!
Looks can be deceiving.
However...
There is no imagination experienced,
That would allow some people to be seen undressed.
No matter how gifted one's interpreted vision.
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And to be openly gay or not...
Has nothing to do with the popularity of decadence!
Blinged...
Or exposing cracks of butts of those whacked out!
~Pants on the ground! Pants on the ground!
Looking like fools with their pants on the ground.~
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And that's not discreetly being done undercover.
That's seen and marketed...
All over the place!
In every crooked crevice to be crannied!
There to twist a snooping neck.
To offend in opposition.
Or defend as one's right!
To express their obtained happiness.
Lived and fulfilled,
By someone that excites their delight!
'Excuse me...
I know you feel it is your right,
To expose the hair on your behind.
However...
If you don't mind,
I'd appreciate it if you do not stand...
With it so close to my face.
On this crowded bus.
And if I must say...
I so appreciate the fact you showered,
And/or bathed.
That's very considerate of you.
Remember...
Never fight your right,
To experience your hygiene.
Day and night.'
*Don't worry about it.
THIS is as close as you will get.*
'What?
WHAT? ?
Please! '
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
A quality of life observed in broad daylight...
Is more convincing than whispered words,
Share between frustrated gossips!
Or those uptight by the sight of their lost opportunities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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