Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Why the darkness of this passage?
Well...
There is a mound of curbside trash.
It will never be collected.
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Fascinated by sex.
Overjoyed time was taken,
To allow me to be here...
To express my satisfaction!
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I am told I am 'nothing'!
I agree with those who say this,
With the hopes of what I leave behind...
Is something to keep me remembered,
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Why is it people will not admit,
Headaches they have to exist...
Began when they permitted them.
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An escalating of a child's game played,
With it done to bluff...
And charade a toughness,
To bully those believed afraid.
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If something I have done,
Had been to satisfy my own pleasure...
The doing of it,
I would never consider to expose.
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Melodies to sing,
From past seasons to remember...
Please for reasons to be kept,
Unexplained.
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You may have made claims,
To be the founder to find...
Something done to prove,
The validity of your interests.
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Parenting is a commitment,
Devoted to sacrificing...
For the rest of one's life.
And sometimes creating division,
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Some may refuse those blessings they get.
With wishes they received them,
Wrapped in a more accepted package.
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