For Those Nonaccepting Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is goin on here?

I have never seen so many people,
Walking around with limps.
Using walkers and canes,
As if to prevent them from falling.

And people with prescriptions,
To lessen their mental afflictions.
And the atmosphere is thick with sadness.
What addictions did they get to have them like this? '

'Lieing about others and to themselves.
With a denying of a reality to confront as is.
As long as they can get anyone,
To approve their delusions...
They are happy with their dysfunctions.
And delight in expressing their illnesses.'

WHY do you insist on remaining negative?

'Oh.
Forgive me.
Is there another version you would like to hear?
I do have one I keep to fantasize my observations,
For those nonaccepting...
With closed minds and blocked ears.'

Yeah.
Please.
Let me hear that one.
Lighten it up a bit.

'Once upon a time,
When the little girls and boys were told...
They could do as they please until they grew old.
And...
What it is they should do as long as they should live,
Is to ignore the truth since truth is wicked.
And running away from it is what they should do

Since a listening to it,
Came from those disgruntled.
You know,
Misfits!
And they should regard people like this,
Noncomformists and weirdos and mentally sick.'

Now 'that' is the version I prefer.

'You are not alone.'