Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Pigs do not always 'oink'.
To have it heard to easily identify them.
Or do they 'always' wallow away in squalor,
To squeal gleefully in sties where swine reside...
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Losing a battle with truth,
Can be devastating.
With a mental and physical display,
Done to be shown in a way...
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An accepted insanity,
And its connection to madness...
Is not as quickly detected,
In some environments in which...
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Those who come to unite together,
With the taking of steps to prevent success...
Of just one,
To ensure defeat to that one is done...
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The doing to someone else by others,
Is okay until that day comes...
When that same thing done,
To them comes.
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Attempts made to have them see,
Their lives without limits and beyond trivia...
Would begin pointless arguments.
To then prevent to have end yet again,
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Come.
Come with me now.
Come share with me fantasies,
Before they fade and leave.
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Time we're given to be living,
Loses its grip.
And the time we're given to be living,
Slips from us quick.
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Given...
Overnight,
Minds.
That open...
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I once wanted your touch,
I had to have so much.
But that touch never came,
And things about me have changed.
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