Extra-Vated Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Escalated to aggravate,
Those with patience who once had waited.
Has many clearly witnessing...
A chipping away of that tolerance,
Many one time were convinced...
A doing of things they should not do,
Today makes absolutely no sense at all.
To leave more than a few,
Showing they have become incensed.
And their impatience is no longer stalled...
Behind a wooden picket fence,
To smother their intentions hidden...
Enclosed within brick walls.

'eXtra-vated I am with this!
People hissing hatred from between their lips.'

Even the elderly have begun cracking whips.
Demanding from their care-providers,
To use heated moisturizer...
While rubbing gently on their replacement hips.

'Young man?
I began adding 'crack' to the cookies I bake.'
Says the old lady trying to look,
Like a much younger, hair flowing, vivacious Beyoncé.

'I use to prefer 'macadamia' nuts.
But I discovered they made me constipated too much.
And just yesterday I saw a couple,
Chasing each other butt naked.
To make me so upset by that...
I felt a throbbing in my arthritis.
And my heart palpitated.
To leave me 'eXtra-vated.'

~What do you mean? ~

'Well...
Honestly?
I attempted to stop those feelings between,
Passion and heat that stirred up past memories.
And...
Well,
There's an old man I am trying to get a rise everyday.
But it is taking too long for him to inflate! '

Escalated to aggravate,
Those with patience who once had waited.
Has many clearly witnessing...
A chipping away of that tolerance,
For a few today who say that makes no sense.

'...and, that's why I bake with crack these days.
Hoping to grasp onto a memory that stays.
And I am less eXtra-vated.'