Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Sixty four cents.
That's all they pay.
Sixty four cents per gallon of gas.
Maybe decades ago...
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They could leave one million dollars,
At my doorstep.
Believing I'd accept!
But for them I have no respect at all.
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'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
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If you know who it is you are...
The best disguise will not hide you.
Let others masquerade,
With those of false charades.
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Correction!
I did not say you were ugly.
Not in a physical way.
I meant you had ugly moments.
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Thoughtless.
Arrogant.
Disrespectful.
And showing a high disregard,
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What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
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I know what it is I do.
And I want to do what I do done good.
Not well!
I want it done deliciously.
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Don't think for one moment,
I wish to follow in your footsteps.
Or that I seek acceptance,
To 'allow' from you an approval!
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You may moan about these times we live.
And complain about how you have been affected.
Attempt to do those very same things done,
You did yesterday!
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