An Act Of Slow Suicide Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Eliminating those to know,
Who have made it known...
That whatever it is done for them,
Seldom is expressed an appreciation.
And leaves you,
When the day is through...
Realizing it to decide,
Trying to please everybody...
Is an act of slow suicide.

Congratulations!
You have begun to awaken,
To what being taken for granted...
Has come to you to see to mean.
And refreshing can be this discovery.

If ever it is wished,
To kill something more appropriate...
Kill some time.
That's right!
KILL it.
And do it to find ways,
To please yourself.
With a doing not to feel guilt.
Or a selfishness about it.
Admit to killing as much time,
As possible.
Knowing you deserve,
To kill more of it if you wished.