Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is a solution never before used,
To calm people's fears.
Its application initially...
May pose for some to be traumatic.
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Accuse me of anything you want.
But I am not the one,
Poisoning your food.
Polluting the air you breathe.
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Some folks want to live,
And not contribute.
Consume and complain.
Talk about others,
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More to give...
Than a polished car repossessed.
Much more than a staggering mortgage payment...
Foreclosed,
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She had been asked to use her uterus,
To incubate the birth of someone else's child.
She was asked if she would keep it baked...
And to become a surrogate,
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It takes two quarters back to back
Of slow or no growth,
To qualify what we are not experiencing...
As a recession.
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There is a lasting benefit to growing up poor.
And dealing with the 'guts' of reality.

One carries a perception...
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I like those low things!
Those distractions that attract.
The ones glimpsed when passed...
That capture and grasp,
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Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
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I am without sleep...
Most times.
Not from an unrest,
I can not explain.
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