So Much Better It Is Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So much better it is,
For one to admit than deny.
A wallowing in the mud.
Then request dirt to be applied.
Than it is to try to dignify one's life,
With attempts to hide transgressions.
From those days and times long gone.
To know there will be someone to expose,
A love one had to be as sleazy as possible.
Just to experience,
The doing to get over...
A sneaking around pretending,
One is none other than wholesome.
And righteous without a fault.

"You may not be aware of this.
But there are obscene pictures of you.
Anyone can see over the internet."

-You are kidding?
And to think that was decades ago.
Long before the internet became popular.
Tell me this...
In my exposed nakedness,
Was anything mentioned about my youth? -

"Uh...
Uh...hmmm...
I only heard this through rumors.
It is not as if I would be interested.
And besides,
I have Christian values."

-Oh?
I understand.
But in my youth,
Being discreet and keeping secrets.
Had been the furthest thing from my mind.
Or being hypocritical.
Today as I have aged,
So glad I am my youthful days...
Have found a way to stay documented.
Leaving me free from making excuses.-

"What point are you trying to make? "

-Today?
None.
Decades ago?
That point to make was made.
And hopefully shown to make known.
So much better it is to do one's youth.
To do it and leave behind.
Where it was to have lived.
With it done.
Without claiming to be self righteous.
And being dishonest about it.-