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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Nothing I will ever do,
Will be for the purpose...
To sell a percentage of my soul.
There aint 'nuthin' on this Earth,
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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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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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Censored by minds immature.
But no less decadent.
And hardly pure.
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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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Picking words with syllables heard,
To sound a beat or create a mental feast.
Artists of descriptive depictions...
Choosing from within and behind,
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