Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Do not aspire to achieve heights of greatness,
And be prone to make typographical errors...
Of words used,
Without knowing definitions.
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Cheese balls!

Sniff them as you lick them,
Cheese balls.
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How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
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It's so hard to keep and stay,
Inside your head.
Any wisdom from you runs...
Run, run, runs.
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Alone with myself,
So much comes into view.
Life and my purpose.
What is and not true.
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People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Don't have time to talk a lot.
('people at the bustop? ')
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The shock of what is not,
Is more disturbing...
Than the acceptance of what is!
Once what is not,
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I am not upset,
Because they seem to apply quotas...
To my existence.
But the monthly statistics,
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In 1854 or somewhere around that date,
Someone decided...
This day for them they would celebrate.
Poking fun and playing practical jokes.
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The next time you awaken,
Do not generalize your negativity.
Go straight to the nearest mirror,
And thank God you were blessed...
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