Chasing Perfection Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Chasing perfecion,
To get it reflected...
As close as possible,
For the selling of it to be sold.
And bought.
To be conceptualized,
As a rite of passage.
Until everyone is convinced,
That what a 'few' have decided...
With it done to have themselves 'idolized',
Worshipped and adored...
Will be praised for their discovery.
And 'symbolized' forevermore.

'Who created this to represent success?
And how did we get so obsessed with it? '

~Questions. Questions. Questions.
Just keep rubbing onto the gold.
Until your face clearly shines in it.~

'You know...
I have heard it has been discovered,
Quartz and titanium are far more precious.
OW! Geessshhh! '

~What's the matter 'now'? ~

'I keep cutting my fingers,
On the edges of this stuff.'

~We'll go to Mount Sinai,
To get you bandaged up.
But other beliefs you have,
Regardless if they are true or not...
I suggest you keep them to yourself.
No one else needs to know,
What we collect to sell to be gold...
Is less in value than it use to be.
Or something else to believe in,
Is more precious.
Trust me...
Pretending to keep faith in this stuff,
Will thrill those who will be quick to assist...
Your healing from any ache or pain to feel.~

'But that's deception.'

~Accept it.
Or you will be waiting in the emergency room,
Until your next birthday comes.
It's either truth to say,
Or get your bills paid!
Which 'wish' for you is 'now' more precious?
Pretend you live 'only' with it done,
In the pursuit of chasing perfection.
And it doesn't have to be...
What you know is 'your' reality.~