Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

She told me to stop calling her a bitch,
So I did.
It was clear I shouldn't.
She told me to stop calling her a lazy cow!
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I 'gave' them something,
They believed they had the power...
To take away from me!
I let them think they could!
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These are 'my' memories!
Whether you want to believe them,
Or reject them as real...
Or dissect them to interpret,
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She said 'things' I write about did not exist!
As if she knew my experiences...
And the affects they played on my mind!
Of course I've learned to have patience
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They know what they want.
And undaunted it is flaunted!
It is not mainly sex,
They flex and stretch their muscles to get!
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People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
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It was suggested,
That I should change my perceptions...
And see life from another point of view!
I thought about it for a while...
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Your madness seems to delight,
In dancing upon a blank canvass!
You appear to be stalking
For a stroke of genius to appear.
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The lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue.
The gossip and innuendos...
Done by those with limited minds too!
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Some one asked...
'How is life treating you? '
I thought about that,
And couldn't help but feel blessed...
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