Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

All of their thug cronies,
Have silenced themselves of late.
Few seem to be demanding today,
Proof of a president's birth certificate.
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Whatever your favorite perception may be...
You should keep it.
If it makes you feel good.
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Biased rants channeled,
And done to convey one's frustration...
Comes across as a wasted and lost diatribe.
Especially if it is delivererd to one,
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Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
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You say to me,
You can not read 'all' of my poems.
As if your comments will stop my productivity!
And this process I am blessed to have and given to me.
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There is only one person in my sight,
That can live my life from my point of view.
And if you give this some thought,
I am sure you can say the same thing too.
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I've earned the right to be anything I wish.
To moo on a farm like a cow in heat...
Or sit as a bull watching TV,
With channels beamed from a satellite dish.
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Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.
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Remember when I chose to walk to your home?
When was the last time you chose to walk to mine?

Remember when I would call you just to say hello?
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I've already done the pauper bit.
And discovered quick,
An array of sentiments in my direction sent.
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