You Folks Don't Know What You Want

You wanted to receive it.
And you told me to keep it real.

Why do you hold your stomach...
As if you are sick?

Why do you wave your hand?
You wish for more...
Or do you wish for me to stop it?
Which is it?

Give me a sign by patting your foot.
Two means stop.
And one means go!
Don't give me that look.

I don't understand now what you want!
Because both arms are swinging wildly.
And you are stomping both feet,
Crazily on the floor!
In this quiet restaurant.

'No...
We are fine.
We are having a business meeting.
Sorry for the distraction.'

Are you choking?
Just to provoke?
Just to create a scene...
To get others to watch you,
Try to demean?

You asked me!
Remember that.

You folks 'today' don't know what you want!

Falling to the floor and rolling,
Was not one of the options.

You asked 'me'.
Remember that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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