Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Quit your beating that you do around the bush.
Your looks are mushy,
And they're not that anonymous.
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And,
In my advancing years...
Those struggles I feared,
Are memories of my past.
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Too many now bending under heat,
Like drying crops.
Without a drop...
Of reviving fresh water.
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One day people will stop,
Beating their heads up against a wall.
And realize that steel and concrete,
Are not created to expose one's intelligence that way.
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Creatures of habit.
And receivers easily teased,
By temptations eventually addictive.
And convinced that a marketing of decadence,
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Am I new on 'this' scene?
No...
Not at all.
I'm surprise you do not remember me.
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Many are fanatics.
With over-reactive temperments.
Constantly they are in arguments.
And never satisfied with that which makes sense.
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There were plenty of opportunities,
For us then to communicate.
I even mentioned how important that was.
And you stated how you had no need for that attention.
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There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
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Efforts to reduce,
A self esteem one earns...
Is too obvious a tactic,
For one who only has a talent...
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