Conditioned To Make Your Own Arrangements
What will it take,
For you...
To snap free from those delusions.
What next will you observe and deny?
Or try to blink away...
As if the smell of it has not become,
A new fragrance you wear.
What will it take for you,
To stop accusing 'me' of being negative.
Or embittered...
Because my speech is full of compassion.
What will it take,
For you...
To see,
You've been conditioned...
To make your own arrangements.
With a scheduling done,
For your own defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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