Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Toxic!
That's what he is now called.
By his own!
This is not gossip.
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They want to cling to divisive means.
With an influx of this division...
That reeks of a stalled and stale indecision.
Pray for their souls.
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Shallow are the crabs
Laying near the bottom of the heap.
Pinching and clawing those near the top!
Wanting more darkness.
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Those dissenting make no sense.
They wish to keep things as they are.
In a backward movement...
That breeds a continuum,
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They are here!
Those you were once told
You should fear.
Those of different atmospheres.
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Sixty four cents.
That's all they pay.
Sixty four cents per gallon of gas.
Maybe decades ago...
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They could leave one million dollars,
At my doorstep.
Believing I'd accept!
But for them I have no respect at all.
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'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
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If you know who it is you are...
The best disguise will not hide you.
Let others masquerade,
With those of false charades.
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Correction!
I did not say you were ugly.
Not in a physical way.
I meant you had ugly moments.
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