Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Few would know,
What they've told all their lives...
To deceive.
Few would know.
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Not too many will admit,
Mistakes to make...
Repeatedly done to do.
Is a conscious love.
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Excess to market its ease to get.
Bombards those with minds addicted,
To have more not less...
Of what the media addresses,
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If you and I were here to exist,
To permit discouragement to flourish.
That provides nourishment.
And with this to expect,
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Directed by an order,
They ought to follow.
And do it blind.
To create and make disorder.
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My observations,
Are mainly based...
From a poetic writer's point of view.
When done to publicly have critiqued.
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Over debating in debate delays.
And outdates.
A quality of life.
Slipping slowly away.
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Fair?
What is it.
Is it the fair that once was there.
Rumored to apply and recognized,
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You do exactly what you wish and when.
Without considering,
Who may think what you do offends.
And then you point your finger,
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What is done to create,
Seems easier to take.
When the making is done to do,
To others who disapprove of it.
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