Are You Serious?

What you believe was available,
To have at your discretion...
Has expired its shelf life.
And has depleted all of your misconceptions.

Not only is it not accessible...
It was not there to exist for you,
In the first place.
Who prepares your delusions?

Do not take what I say to you personally...
But there are more than a few of your brain cells missing!

'I'm not suppose to take that personally?
That's not very kind of you to say.'

That depends.
Do you have a consciousness that comprehends?
Able to digest...
And understand when something is meant to offend?

'I guess I do! '

Well...
When the fool in you stops guessing,
Perhaps your questions will find answers...
Delivered.
And you will know then which ones are brutely direct!

'Oh!
Okay.
So...
You don't like me?
Is that what you're saying?
There is no chance for you and I,
Just to have sex?
It's not like we have to have a relationship.
Or anything like that!
Just sex.
I wont take that personal.'

Do you see that truck speeding towards us?

'Yes.'

Jump in front of it!

'Are you serious?
Naw!
Are you? '
Naw!
Seriously...
Are you? '

Anything to remove an idiot from my vision.

'You real funny!
So...no?
Or yes,
To the sex.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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