Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

'That aint me!
I wouldn't be caught doing that.'

That's why I call this process...
...

Shoo fly!
This aint buttermilk.
You seek the end result.
To pick from what has been processed.
...

Why are you bruised like that?

'Following you has not been easy.
I thought it would be a breeze,
...

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.
...

You want to play with me?
Good!
Be prepared.
I've been seeking a competitive opponent,
...

Research.
Examine.
And, dissect.
And after doing that...
...

Feed an image.
By the marketing of it.
And the start of reality,
Begins to flow...
...

You can't know love,
If it's symbolic.
No you can't know love,
If you're myopic.
...

A product of my past,
And those influencing the environment...
Will be remembered as benefits,
Of my comprehension.
...

I've been taught to keep my cool...
No matter what class of fool surrounds me.
And being diverse and once a fool myself...
I know just how to entertain,
...