Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Total open bootle stroking.
Open toking...
To be broken,
Coping.
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You are so not there!
Totally irregular.
And slipping away from significance.
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Fatherless,
Of those fatherless...
Insisting to uphold dysfunctions,
They choose to dismiss...
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Stupid?
You may perceive them that way.
You may say you can no longer,
Tolerate them or obey their whims.
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What are my plans for the weekend?
I am going to cuddle up with my Bible...
And caress my shotgun!
Hoping I will stumble upon a scripture,
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This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
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Can what Mother Nature has already done,
Be improved upon by man...
To become for some,
A wish to outdo...
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None of them have men in their lives.
The boys that were raised...
Stayed boys.
Encouraged to do what boys do.
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Once a mold has been set,
To accept a conditioning process kept.
It is difficult to change it.
Unless it is broken.
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Gimme that one!
Wrap it up,
And bring it here.
Gimme that one.
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