Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I have long been in and out,
Of the boxing ring.
My kid leather gloves,
Have been starched and propped...
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For many years I did my best,
To be objective.
With attempts to reject...
My own introspective thoughts.
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Those who say,
Children today who do not have the benefit...
Of growing up with both parents at home.
Or at least accountable and responsible guardians...
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They've been taught to cast blame,
Responsibility and the game of placing shame...
Upon the shoulders of someone else.
To free themselves of guilt and its association.
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'That aint me!
I wouldn't be caught doing that.'

That's why I call this process...
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Shoo fly!
This aint buttermilk.
You seek the end result.
To pick from what has been processed.
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Why are you bruised like that?

'Following you has not been easy.
I thought it would be a breeze,
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I don't live my life on a discounted escapade.
Every bill delivered to my address...
Has just my name on it.
And they all get paid.
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'It can not get any worse than this! '

I've heard that expressed many times,
Over the years.
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I'm not apologizing for my comments or actions.
And I do not think it disrespectful to call them fools.
They solicited 'my' response.
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