Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is no fresh game in the fields.
The paupers have pounced
To leave not an ounce of dignity
Anyone could patronize!
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Doop
Doodoo doo doo doo
Doop doodum doodum doo doo doo.
Doo doodum...
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Can you come take this back...
This sadness that you wrapped.
And kept in a sack,
That seeps out this madness.
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Stop emptying your pain on me.
I can get emotional,
From dysfunctional surviving.
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Can anyone identify
What this is I have in my right hand?
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A belligerent disposition,
Does not overnight occur or begin.
It has been fostered and condoned in doses.
And began as something noticed,
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One's mission to live,
Determined to follow what is felt...
Deep in one's heart.
May not bring instant fame,
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How much admitted,
Actually exists?

If you talk about someone
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You have always said to me...
I lived in my own world.
And I did not object.
In fact...
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Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
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