Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Don't leave me in the cold,
With a freezing shoulder you throw.
To prove to everybody you are through.
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Bitten and spit.
To get a morsel...
Not all of it.
And the folks getting it,
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I extend my hand.
And you examine it,
To see if my nails are manicured.
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'What is this? '

That is a box of my realities.
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Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
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I once did a task,
I thought would make others pleased.
I accomplished this with sacrifice...
Hoping this would elevate their priorities.
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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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You're gonna look for me one day,
And recite.
Every little nuance that you read...
That I write.
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