Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Creating disasters,
To generate happy endings.
To temporarily salivate.
May be okay,
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You took this too far.
Too easy you thought it would be.
And giving your victory speech prematurely.
Only to find me,
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People had spent years...
Sometimes lifetimes,
Creating and presenting their own problems...
At their own detriment!
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So sad are they with minds limited.
They had paid to obtain an intelligence...
But leave schools degreed,
Without one hint...
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My ferret sees a therapist,
On Wednesdays after sipping tea.
I thought it best to seek out counseling
To help me adjust to her personality.
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Psychotic are their problems.
Big and small ones hidden over time.
They did not have to keep them wrapped up.
They chose to medicate them,
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There are some still clinging onto delusions sent.
To prevent a reality for them is meant.
They should have been told a long time ago...
The truth of their existence,
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They wish not to politicize their mess.
Although each step taken,
To get them where they are...
Was done through a vote of confidence!
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Help me understand,
What I am having trouble comprehending.

For years I have been labelled a fool...
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Hey...
Back up!

You are good to suggest,
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