Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Broken, busted
And collected in debt trouble.
They are the ones who feel the blues.
The say their troubles double.
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When money is involved...
Titles are of no importance.

Elections conducted,
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Where is it?
Who hid it from opened eyes.
And why is it in disguise?
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Can we share thoughts without speaking?
And how can that be validated?
If neither of us are near,
To appreciate what we hear?
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Referendums on values and ethics,
Expressed from minds of those times not existing.
And glamorized as if they've lived...
To legislate those enactments,
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Young then,
And committed.
Feeling patriotic...
Obligated.
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How can anyone suspect,
An undetected resentment.
If one in secret keeps this protected.
Until those moments come to expose it.
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My blood boils,
And my pressure rises.
My heart thumps,
And my throat gets lumpy.
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No time do I spend,
Being absorbed in your nonsense.
I admit there were times I had been inquisitive.
Curious enough to let you ramble on,
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Whether emotionally made to be that way,
Even the beautiful can be ugly.
On display.
To be thin of depth and self reflection.
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