Pre-Medicated Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Looking around and observing those once inflated,
By temptations that elated.
And draped some with sugarplumes on their plate!
And couldn't wait to prance around...
With easily obtained 'things' either given or found,
To satiate a frosting licked...
Off an everlasting cake!
Almost!
They received a 'breezy' coasting to boast!
And they did...
Until their glides hit thorns with splinters on skids.
Turning a boasted lust into toast!

Pre-medicated.
From a charaded fate.
It seems today heartbreak is the maker.
It has taken too long,
For my peace of mind to come.
And I am surprised I have not run...
From all the moaning around me,
Being done!

Pre-medicated,
From dismissed drips.
Sobbing to rob a smile from a grinner.
This happy frame of mind is mine to keep.
My bubble didn't pop on me...
To find my pockets emptied deep.
With creditors hounding me out of a peaceful sleep.
Weeping bluesy party poopers,
Losing treasures from them...
To find themselves now in and on the streets.
And that ain't pretty!
Especially if you had been one of those...
Who laughed at others and showed no pity,
Walking around in tattered clothes...
Among the exposed in urban cities.

Pre-medicated.
From a charaded fate.
It seems today heartbreak is the maker.
It has taken too long,
For my peace of mind to come.
And I am surprised I have not run...
From all the moaning around me,
Being done!

And what they 'had' they bragged was high class.
Either leased or rented...
They then had the cash!
But when that cash depleted,
They could not keep defeat a secret.
They were exposed.
And it became known what they had...
Was not theirs to own!

Pre-medicated...
With a patience I've always had.
Never one to let what others had make me angry or mad.
I've been told I am self serving.
It's a self preservation that satisfies my needs not greed!
I'm glad I'm like that!
My life's not foreclosing with burdens on my back!
Or up for bid.

Looking around and observing those once inflated,
By temptations that elated.
And draped some with sugarplumes on their plate!
And couldn't wait to prance around...
With easily obtained 'things' either given or found,
To satiate a frosting licked...
Off an everlasting cake!
Almost!
They received a 'breezy' coasting to boast!
And they did...
Until their glides hit thorns with splinters on skids.
Turning a boasted lust into toast!

And if I am self serving...
It is a pride I am not ashamed to hide.
Or find I can no longer drive,
'Cause the gas is too high!
My octane just gains me more confidence!
Pre-medicated...
With a patience some sold out with the bait!