Iterative

Why was that said?
When I meant not to say it.
I meant to delay it from my lips...
Before they opened,
And blurted out that sssshh...
Iterative!
An expletive,
To fill the air with an unexpected...
Excessive,
Repetitive shrill!

I wanted to chill!
Seriously.
And just sit and absorb.
But I am easily bored...
With droning conversations,
Others heard snoring...
Don't mind ignoring.

And then I am the one discovered...
To take centerstage,
With an act that's quite abhorring!

'Oh...
I'm sure I'm not the only one,
Who wanted this nonsense
To achieve a common sense we all can believe.
I thought we came to agree,
Who would do the decorations!
So why are all eyes fixed on me? '

~Because you're screaming like a banshee,
Fool!
Wailing at the top of your lungs.~

'Oh!
Well...
Is it too late to announce,
That I am the ghost of Christmas past? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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