Without Question Or Doubt Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I can not 'stand' him.
Or her either.
And look at them over there,
Strutting as if they created the air.

People like that get on my nerves.
Walking around here,
Like they've been picked to flaunt feathers...
As if pheasants or peacock birds.

And I bet between them,
They have not a dollar to donate.
Or can collect ten cents to spend.
All of them are arrogant.
And watching them makes me sick,
To the bitter end.

'Well...
There is one thing you have made certain.
Without question or doubt.'

And what is that?

'It is easy around here,
To spot those who feel good about themselves.
Isn't it? '