Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

...and in the final analyst,
Whoever is assigned to helm this moored
And marooned ship...
Needs to be very familiar with the crane operator.
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It's much greater than that!
Greater than the limitations of one's skin color...
Or political affiliation,
One keeps attached and boasted.
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As obvious as a three dollar bill.
And yet its counterfeit use,
Has not brought about any attention!
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Living in division dens,
Picking through assorted mints.
Listening to urban music,
And amused by petty arguments.
...

NOW you're wishing for clarification?
For something I expressed,
You suggested came from my frustration.
I wasn't then...
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His safety net is wet and still he jumps.
He takes a flying leap peeing on himself!
And in his throat he feels a lump.
He wishes to play the hero...
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No...
I'll pass!
I'd rather have something substantial.
Something I can base and establish,
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My space is sacred.
My vital signs are fine for me.
No rat race paced.
I've removed myself from that misery.
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The good news?
We are not that close to the bottom,
As expected.
The bad news?
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These situations did not develop overnight.
They flourished and nurtured,
And encouraged to exploit their appetites.
The alarmists are sounding loud and clear...
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