Here To Conduct Business

Not a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.

I'm here to conduct business.

Not provide safe images,
To allow a giggling...
You've been blinded by immaturity,
To validate a purpose...
As a life that exists.

If you misunderstood me,
To be something else...
That is your perception,
From a life you've been dealt.

I'm here to conduct business.
Not provide safe images.

Nor a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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