We All Have Our Days

They love to exaggerate,
Every move I make...
With a microscopic investigation,
As being foolish and incompetent.
Or arrogant with an undue self assurance,
If my shoes appear to be unproperly tied.

Yet every 'mistake' they make that is blatant,
Someone recommends a sedative be taken.
With rest suggested by a psychoanalyst.
And test administered to ensure that it was stress,
That was at the core of their committing...
The most heinous crimes instigated against humanity!

'Well...
You must admit,
We all have our days.
Especially those that are more strenuous than others.~

I know.
And there is not a day that goes by,
That keeps me reminded...
I may be too oversensitive to such probes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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