To Serve And Dish It Plateless

Call it anything you wish.
To serve and dish it plateless...
For your interpretation,
Of an effectiveness.
But time I wont spend,
Nibbling on negativity.
That's not my cup of tea.
Pour it if you wish...
But you can skip over me.

Nor can I see that done,
Continually...
By those selecting to do it...
As if nothing else is on their minds,
But a consistent visitation that reveals...
A nonsense and foolishness,
That should have long been left behind.

But chosen repeatedly,
To keep as if to thrive....
They do.
With nothing else there,
But a vague reality to share.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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