My Crystal Balls Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Do not touch my crystal balls.
They are too sensitive to touch!
And when they heat with discreeted excitement...
Prepare yourself to witness it all!

When they squirt 'info' to blurr your eyes,
I am also equally surprised.
When one is done to leave the other hung...
There is a movement that can not be disguised.

Some think they are made of steel,
Since they luster with certain knowledge!
The truth from me they do not conceal...
Although some say,
They should be exposed to lecture in college!

These balls are not for pop quizzes dropped!
Oh no!

Do not touch my crystal balls.
They are too sensitive to touch!
And when they heat with discreeted excitement...
Prepare yourself to witness it all!

Information comes...
When eyes seem to focus,
On both and not each one!

'I think you're crazed...
And away they should be laid!
Or at least that thing should lift,
That 'thing' between them that sits! '