Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Move from a tainting of a game maintained,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
With a mopping up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
...

Down, down feeling gagged and bound.
And tied by the wrists to a pity pit.
Convicted with an accepting addiction of it.
...

Wake me up!
You've got to pinch me.
My dreams can't be this sweet.
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Stand back,
And watch those who had once attacked others...
Now be themselves attacked.
...

I could care less,
How many messengers you leave beaten,
To avoid your mess that defeats your success.
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Let me get to the point,
And not be a twit about this!
Someone,
I don't know who it was...
...

Why do you,
Want...
To taunt me.
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Do what?
Validate my background and claims?
Who writes your material?
That's funny.
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If 'ever' you wish to keep 'anything' to yourself,
In a nosey busybody place of sly snoopers...
It is imperative and to your benefit,
To keep the changing of masks done...
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Somewhere,
One may find they are...
Unaware.
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