Call It...Patience!

Some of a remaining few these days,
Among the many who believe...
Anyone sincere.
And treats them respectfully.
Are feeding themselves,
On a diet of nuts and organically grown...
Dehydrated berries.
To easily then be deceived, used and duped.
With a mistreating them publicly,
As fools mentally detached from reality.

Until it is too often,
People like this...
Take kindness given to them for granted.
When those who are treated disrespectfully,
Begin to snarl then to hiss...
With an exposing of fangs.
Dripping venom.
And a smile that warns,
Beware. Keep your distance.
Or become severely bitten!

And...
There once had been a time,
When without the hissing to snarl.
Or the exposing to display fangs.
One's tolerance to quietly remain aggrevated,
Unseen behind a shut mouth.
As teeth would tighten the muscles of jaws.
Folks use to call it...patience!

These days,
Patience to lose it...
Depending upon who has lost it.
Where and why.
Is described as domestic abuse.
Even if someone has been deliberately,
And with intent...
Driven to madness and unmistakable craze!