Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

At A Picked Victim's Expense


Intoxication...
Should be no excuse to use,
When one seems to be conscious...
Of abusing another,
In a domestic dispute.

No one drugged and discovered guilty of it,
Should be allowed easy access...
With empathy from others given.
Since there are just too many today,
Making attempts to escape from being adults.

Delusion is intoxicating with overwhelming evidence of it.
And too many addicted with it are dismissed.
As they are observed but not admitted to be mentally sick.
Although representing an indulged society,
Committed to denial and at a picked victim's expense.

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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