Destitute and Isolated
So alone I feel.
So destitute and isolated.
So without hope...
I would sell my faith,
To embrace eyes of kindness once again!
Those tables have turned on me.
And I beg for your forgiveness.
'If you ever face those folks,
Who you deceived with your greed...
I recommend you add a limp!
And don't bathe for a few days.
That is the only way you will escape,
Their hatred.
Do not take for granted,
They will overwhelm you with empathy.
You fed your selfishness...
While destroying their lives.
Hopefully they will not recognize you,
At the food pantry.
We need to eat!
Now...
Say that again.
Add the limp!
And I strongly suggest...
You do not use that,
'Those tables have turned on me' line.
Remember...
These folks are extremely bitter.
And you do not want to leave them with any clues,
Whatsoever.
Okay!
Again.
Do that again!
You've got to be more convincing.
'FEEL IT'.
Feel what you're saying.'
So alone I feel.
So destitute and isolated.
So without hope...
I would sell my faith,
To embrace eyes of kindness once again!
Those taaa...
'Again!
Do it again.
We have to eat.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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