Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Comatosed,
And going through programmed motions.
A life grossed out,
With overdosed imposed notions.
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You can't disowned me.
Like you're getting off a see-saw,
Abruptly.
Especially when I've gotten use to going up and down.
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Falling to pieces!
Quicker.
Faster.
Than anyone can remember,
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I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
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I use to feel martyrized.
And sacrificial with a giving of myself,
As a belief.
To be of service to others.
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First to drug and addict.
Making them, their thoughts
And their minds worthless.
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I must warn you that the creeping,
Is of no intent to scare.
I must also say the creaking heard,
On the stairs...
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When someone says to you,
Your assistance is not needed.
Nor any suggestions from you they've requested.
And you sense you are being treated like a pest.
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As An American I can say,
I've been influenced by Europeans.
I grew up with Jews and Italians,
Most of my young life.
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They would love to place all of their fading decorations,
With undenied insecurities on his shoulders.
And blame him,
For all of the things that had gone wrong at the party,
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