Accessible Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Showing you my intelligence,
And the depth of my vast understanding...
Of life and your agonies,
Will not mean a thing if professed.
I want us to touch.
I want you to know I feel you with concern.
And how can I do that if I am not accessible?

I am not sitting on the street corner,
Because I am enchanted with your lifestyle!
With envy.

If this is what you want,
That's fine!
But don't tell me I don't know what it's like,
To be pissy poor!
Just because you see my shoes shine,
I'm not into my feet feeling cement.
It's about presentation.
What I want you to see,
You will see!

And when I say I've come to expose my sole...
That's exactly what I mean.
Take a look!

No thanks!
You keep the socks.
I'll buy a pair as soon as I get rid of these cans!

CANS!
I know I have 'corns'!