Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I keep my battle cries.
But who are my foes?
With fears I can't release.
But who are my foes?
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You've been watched.
No matter what you think you have,
Or haven't got.
You've been watched a lot.
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Prejudged based upon notions of perfection.
And what one must do,
To gain with acceptance...
An entrance into exclusive social sets,
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Greatness declared,
Seems almost too simple to say.
Too simple to adorn that which isn't...
With such a high placed esteem.
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I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
And I don't want you thinking I'm snooping just to peek,
But I got to use this minute quick to make sure this is it.
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I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
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Sure.
Go ahead,
And leave me with your pain.
Sure.
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You have hurt me more than the wounds,
I can show.
More than any scars.
Of those thrown mental blows.
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Accustomed to doing everything at the last minute,
May work for those choosing to make an impression...
Of showing an appearance,
But not necessarily interested in the event...
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They are more affected,
By my success...
With a displaying of their false pretentions,
Than I have earned the right to express...
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