Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
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Hey...
Comehere!
Yes...
I am talking to you.
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Where are my keys?

'In your hand.'
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Members of,
The Flavor Of The Month Club...
Love to dissect those they select,
Who speak too much truth...
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It is a blessing to witness,
Such bravery and commitment to brilliance.
With the comraderie of expertise.
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Bring it to me.
Just like I brought to you.
But it seems you can not do that,
Without an audience that approves.
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If a greatness is indeed appreciated,
Wouldn't it take more than one to satiate the taste?
It would lessen the propaganda.
And the hype of it would not be faked.
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Whether I win, place or show,
And even find a reason to prepare to lose...
For myself or anyone else,
I will take those chances to do as I choose.
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Why should I drain from exhaustion,
To maintain gains in a campaign?
Or be bombarded by others,
Complaining about their aches and pains...
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My body wanted to begin,
To breakdown too.
But I refuse to let it.
Or listen to others about their newly discovered,
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