Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Who is it that will admit,
And honestly say...
They have awakened lately,
From a peaceful sleep.
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No yesterday is worth reliving.
If it was given already blessed to live.
And no memory is worthy to reminisce it.
If nothing from doing this,
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Without rest.
Or sleep to get.
I live to better best,
What it is I do.
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Fake and plastic.
Lifelike.
With touches of humanity.
Naturally duplicitous.
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Contaminated minds.
Hollow.
Minds contaminated,
From the inside out.
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The only way,
To rid a nuisance.
Permitted to create havoc,
Displayed in deteriorating public ways.
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Those picked to sit in leadership positions,
Would not be there if they cared about truth.
Leaders are often selected,
Based first upon their charisma.
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Under layers of a tasteful faking.
Lies and imitations,
Too appealing to refuse a perfection to charade.
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What is there more gratifying,
Than awakening to another early morning.
Feeling blessed and satisfied,
That a yesterday to have lived,
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From podiums to pulpits.
Eventually diseasing everywhere to teach.

Anyone raised from birth to display,
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