Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Shouldn't there be a joy and satisfaction
One gets
For being declared 'in' sane?
After all,
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And day and night...
My power comes from God.
I pray each day
And I don't find that odd.
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Anything will do to do that, right?
Anything to keep desires flavored fresh.
It doesn't matter the sources,
Or where those resources come from, either.
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When I wrote this...
You weren't ready.
You were still waiting for rainbows,
And clouds with silver lining.
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They would have preferred I had been a clown,
Instead of the king of my domain.
I knew they would discovered that...
And finding me,
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Pins like needles used,
Will stick and prick.
As they sit in hats
Worn by witches
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Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
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Disqualified,
By their own inhabitions.
Seeking approval,
That would never come!
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If 'pop' culture for us did not exist,
What would be the 'interests'...
And 'standards' to uphold?
Nothing else seems to be sticking
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Statistics evaluated...
Revealed descrepancies,
Between the 'haves' and 'have nots'.
And those providing the exclosures
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