Delicatessen Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Stalked by fear and unlimited ambition,
Is too lethal of a foreplay extended...
To expect sheer excitement meant.
There has to be an intention.
Something that isolates and propells one to deliver.
Maybe some of this chat is more than delicatessen.
Many enjoy sharing their brave conquests over lunch.
As they mark down time...
And their lives,
Planning to fulfill wishes.
Once they are eligible...
To retire!
Like prepared meats!
Packaged and ready to be served,
At the right time