“THE ‘DIS’ POEM” a poem 🙂 – for Saturday, September 14, 2019
(“DIS” means disrespect.)
“You don’t know your own mind,” Wise (?) M[e]n have told me;
“Why do you want me to change [again]?” I ask, inquiringly.
“I DON’T KNOW,” say The Wise (?) but [I’m] [we’re] SURE it must be,
Because [I] DO think&orFeelIT and (of course) Ifeel MYclar- ity,
Of thought, life & intention(s) AND I like MY P H I L Osophy.”
“Yeah, I know PHIL means LOVE, but isn’t it OK to disagree,
About WHAT CONSTITUTES LOVE? (pause)
I THINK – it MAY BE leaving alone,
A[ny] person with their own ideas so they can gently HONE,
Their OWN set of skills, values and desires;
I DO N O T SAY [THAT] DESIRES ARE BAD, but some folks have pliers,
And wants to make adjustments on my (select one if you wish)
(4) Any or none of the above
Or to judge my friends and or family or evaluate my (future) wife,
Or my choice of expression or the places I visit.
Why are you concerned so much about MY life YOU NEEDnOT “DIS” IT,
Or BLESS IT. Isn’t it MY prerogative to do what I think is best (for J)?
Why does that not sit well with you? For, I think we must all pay,
OUR OWN [SET OF] DUES FOR THE THINGS WE PURSUE;
There’s only YOU and there’s ME and shouldn’t I choose [with my life],
WHAT I WILL DO?