Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Did you think that yesterdays,
Were coming back to be relived?
Without witnessing everyday...
Dismissing what each day brings and gives.
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Outsourced...
Is the moist I knew.
Outsourced...
Is my once prized tool.
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Too many...
People.
Too many...
Accept life to grieve.
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Am I embarrassed?
By what?
'Anything' I've ever done?
As a performing artist?
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Look at one.
Then to the other.
One does not have to say...
They represent change.
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Keep up false pretentions long enough...
And who knows?
You may just end up paying for them,
In fake money.
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Those holding onto their catty bitch issues?
From days long gone and equally insignificant.
Need to be dropped, stopped and blocked,
From anyone who regarded them as a priority.
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It's not about what one has...
Collected for purposes to attract attention.
Teasing others to please an ego.
With no other need than to stir up jealousy.
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You spent all of this time wasting yours...
Finding ways to hurt me.
I can not believe you allowed yourself...
To lower your mind to such a degree.
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What now can be said to those led to believe...
To have and to flaunt,
Would bring them a life other's wished.
And this would be envied with jealousy!
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