Prime

You must be channeling a fool,
If you expect I should converse with one.
There is nothing 'upstairs' in your head,
If you think your masquerade is fun!
It's bordering on stupid
And on the edge of being quite dumb...
To believe I'm not coherent enough,
To see what you are doing
And not be aware of what you've done!

You must be channeling a fool,
A personae suitable for sleepers.
But I am wide awake,
After tasting samples of what is fake.
And you're fake!
So shake it...
If you want with me to debate!
My time is prime.
And not a minute of it
I regard as waste!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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