I Never Play With My Patience

When there has been a line drawn,
That ends my tolerance to accepting nonsense...
I believe childish and stunting to my consciousness,
It will be known.

I don't adapt to a continuous applying,
Of intentional foolishness too well.

When I've used up my benefits of doubt,
I'm not around and about researching for reason.
I give what I've been given and I'm gone!
That's it.

I never play with my patience or let that be allowed.
Nor do I stay to doctor any empathy felt with guilt.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!