Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You keep your lips and what's behind them zipped.
No explanation do you give for this.
But then you expect understanding given for it.
And you're bottled up.
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They dislike each other.
Ask them!
They will admit they do.
Ask them the reason...
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I once met a woman from Nantucket.
Who wanted me to add fluid in her bucket...

'GRANDPA? ? ? '
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Censored by minds immature.
But no less decadent.
And hardly pure.
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Would you like a pick up in my bucket,
For a nice drive far away?
Would you like a back rub in my tub,
And be relaxed by my serenade?
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Yeah. Yeah,
I'd like to be there where you are.
Yeah. yeah,
But there is something about your demeanor.
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No secrets are left kept,
When discreet confessions
Are swept away,
To reveal an openness.
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Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.
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A cascading cavalcade of fine gems you are!
Your eyes twinkle with gifts...
Adorned with sparkling stars.
To witness this,
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No need to tell me you don't understand.
Uh-uh...
I'm not the kind to seek a rhyme or reason.
No!
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