Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I did not know what is known now before.
If I did...
The now I know,
Would not be as fresh.
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I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
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Did you think I was just going to let you go?
Freeing you to believe,
My grieving you have achieved?
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I'll take a side order of paranoia,
This morning.
I'll take some hash browns...
Fresh hashed from the fields.
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If I could promote happiness...
I'd ask all sadness to flee.
Nothing but joy for everyone,
I would choose for friends
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It is a place of routines.
A job daily done.
A town...
Where everything done,
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I know what it is like
To be attracted to someone
With cold shoulders.
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If truth and reality had been the driving force,
That powered this weakened engine...
It would had all focused to remain on course.
And none of what now is offered...
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They are waiting for him to fail!

'Who?
Waiting for 'who' to fail? '
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Don't want to.
Don't have to.
And will not,
Tolerate further nonsense...
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