Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
And time well spent is sacrificed to deliver,
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One's enjoyment to do what one does,
May be easy for others to critique...
As if this authority to do this,
Had to them been given using limited skills...
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I don't know why,
You believed I was older than you.
I use to be.
But you and aging have become much closer.
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You have no idea,
What you've done.
You have no idea...
None.
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Your campaign to ease your pain,
By the chopping off your nose...
Just may work.
Since those blinders you have on your eyes,
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Don't trouble me with your own needs.
Don't trouble me with that you see.
Don't trouble me with your beliefs.
You've got your troubles,
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My foot finally struck,
Upon you in a place...
I promised you it would land.
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Why are those people strutting around,
With such a pulchritudinous arrogance.
As if they've been hypnotized,
By a scent of their own greatness.
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There would be no friend of mine,
Pretending to be one all the time...
That would talk about me behind my back.
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I know of no 'other' one...
NO ONE,
Who would turn their back...
On their worldly possessions,
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