Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The decision to give freely,
By one who does this best...
Yet,
Does not impress those...
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I don't intend to offend when I begin,
To write...
It just happens,
Within my scope of a life I define...
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Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
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If one needs to ask...
If their actions done,
Has offended someone.
What would they comprehend,
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How can you expect me,
To respect who you are,
If you have yet to reveal...
Who it is you are to me?
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This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
I remember having those ambitions,
To possess and impress.
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mmm
The subject matter and the topic,
You have chosen to discuss
Is most interesting.
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I find it quite amusing,
That those who do not know others...
Can tell anyone how the one unknown,
Spends their time...
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As a result of declaring,
My prerogative.
The knots and bruises,
Once appearing on my thick head.
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Number one,
Isn't easy to achieve...
Or can be handled by the squeamish.
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