Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Using the same routines,
To polish up on achieving
The same results.
Although they profess to be professionals...
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Class...
I have an announcement.
Three of you
Had the audacity to pass the math test.
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For YEARS...
They laughed at the others,
From the stoop of the master's house!
Now that the house is going up in flames...
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No punches pulled!
Straight up and in your face.
A man tells of disturbing events...
Absolutely making no sense.
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With a touch of plagiarism,
And a dash of twistedness believed!
These thieves huddle cuddled up...
With a slick deceitful smoothness,
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I've already said what I have had to say.
But what has been stated...
You want it said another way.
Unfortunately there is nothing else.
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Don't talk to me about your concepts of God.
Or part time faith,
You rarely use.
How can you say what it is you believe in...
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If I did it.
I would place obscene calls,
To you between seven and nine pm.
I would then stalk you,
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You want credit for my efforts?
Sure.
That is no problem at all!
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My address is the same.
It hasn't changed for years.
My telephone number is listed.
So are those of my relatives.
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