Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Don't you think it strange,
That the ones you once regarded as 'crazy'...
Are today doing their best,
To avoid any contact with you!
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She taught high school.
With the eagerness of a beaver.
Breath sweeten with peppermint.
With a quick wisp of her preferred beverage.
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Thank You,
For the flowing of my blessings...
Dear Almighty!
I am neither rich,
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I can't get myself away!
Whatever I do or say...
It's you!
Who gets me with your karma.
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Fresh are these days of awareness.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
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I am just inside for the ride.
Accepting that,
I sit back...
And let God drive.
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Who are they who point to The Liberals?
Those of Conservative values?
Those who send others,
To end their conflicts?
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Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
Not when she would slam dunk me,
Away from public view.
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To admit that I miss it,
With you!
To you.
Would be madness.
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All this talk about who ain't did what!
And who was suppose to do that,
And do it without getting fat,
On wide spreading butts.
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