Followers
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
Encouraged, permitted and allowed.
Without listening to pay attention, right?
Okay.
So why the shouting?
And what is this shouting all about?
Any volunteers?
People who allow themselves,
To be amongst a crowd of followers.
Who too are followers of fools.
Become difficult to identify and separate,
The doing of who to choose and why.
Since those who follow,
Are the last to consider themselves...
To be either way.
"Just curious!", many are heard to say.
Until a dead-end prevents them all,
From moving forward.
Then those who allow,
To follow behind fools...
With a choice choosing this to do.
Are heard to call,
The ones they have followed...
Stupid fools.
'Excuse me.
I don't intentionally mean to offend anyone.
But this name calling all of you are doing,
Has left me confused.
Uh...
Among all of you,
With a dead-end near and in clear view.
Which of you who permitted and allowed,
Yourselves to follow...
Discovered,
This choice only fools would choose?
And who amongst all of you,
Prefer to be referred as just being stupid?
Now...
For identification purposes,
To validate all choices made.
Those who know they are fools...
Raise your right hand as high as you can.
And those who prefer,
To stay as stupid as possible.
Raise your left hand.
You too should feel just as proud.
Think about it.
Your decision to make it was done.
With a choosing your choice, right?
And a listening to pay attention,
No one suggested or mentioned it, right?
Any volunteers?
No!
Not you kids with angry looks on your faces.
I'm talking to the ones,
Who appear to be grown adults!'
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Written on July 06, 2023
Submitted by lpahtillah on July 06, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,570 |
Words | 335 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 11, 6, 13, 15, 4 |
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