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As We Grow Into Adults
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
As we grow up to become adults.
Most of us,
Would not feel insulted.
When asked the knowing,
What to choose to wear each day.
Done to be conscious and aware,
Of dressing ourselves without assistance.
This to ask of an adult.
Most of us would be curious.
As to why the obvious is in need to ask.
And yet there are those occasions.
An approval we seek from another.
As to how we look,
In what have chosen to wear.
If uncertain we are coordinated appropriately.
This to ask,
Seldom causes an attitude.
Or someone slamming a door.
To sit alone in anguish and deep despair.
As growing adults most of us,
Are taught to become accustomed...
To use our own minds.
Done to rely on common sense.
Only to realize as adults we become,
This sense to take for granted.
Is not that common applied by everyone.
One day it happens.
The thinking for ourselves independently.
Without it to ask,
As if a child would do innocently.
What it is we think to do,
Or say to another...
Should or should not be done.
Because this may or may not offend,
Either children or other adults.
Who just might misunderstand.
What we believe is clearly understood.
From the point of view,
Of achieving adulthood.
In certain situations,
The confusing of the issue...
Can create dire circumstances.
You claim to say,
You had no idea or clue...
As to what you were doing.
You followed along with the crowd?'
'I this may sound to you ridiculous,
The were shouting about their heros.
And being a long time,
Collector of comic books.
I believed if I participated,
I could sell a few...
Of my original Superman comic books.'
'And this you value more than your freedom?'
'That did not occur to me.
Until the police arrested me.'
The reason you were arrested?'
I do admit wearing,
My precious Superman costume.
When the people began shouting,
"There he is to save the day.
Superman is on his way."
And before I knew it, Your Honor...
I was made convinced of it.'
Your went to climb,
Up on the highest fence you could find.
To jump upon the backs of those policeman.
You were made to believe,
Is this correct?'
'You came to a rally.
Unknown to you,
Could become a violent event.
Dressed as Superman.
For the purpose to sell comic books?'
'Yes, Your Honor.
However no one told me,
About the violence.
And I thought how perfect it would be,
To sell and get a good price for my books.'
'Have you tried to escape from a padded cell?'
'I have a few 'Houdini' comics.
But they don't sell well.'
You want me to believe,
Your conscious activities...
Are completely innocent?
You see that guy over there,
With Buffalo horns on his head.
And a few in here,
Dressed in confederate uniforms?
They were at the same event.
Shouting about the 2nd amendment.
Their freedom of speech.
With a diminishing of their entitlements.
And threatening everyone with muskets.
Do you know them?'
'No, Your Honor.
We have yet had the pleasure to meet.'
'Your pleasure is mine to ensure,
It to happen.'
That's a relief.
Now I understand,
Why the police arrested me.'
You will have lots of time,
Finding various ways to be pleasured.
I promise you.'
Your understanding of my intent,
Is received with much gratitude.'
Go sit next to the horn wearing Buffalo.
Escort the one dressed like Atlas up here.
Remove off his shoulders,
That beach ball painted as if Earth.
Then I will deal with Zeus.
I know him very well.
He's a relative.
This justice business,
Gets more and more difficult everyday.'
Written on September 19, 2022
Submitted by lpahtillah on September 19, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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