Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

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Marked unclassified yet urgent.
Only benefits the interest,
Of whoever 'gets it'.
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You can stretch.
Without losing breath.
To do it from 9 to 5.
And from doing it still survive.
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The who.
The what.
Why where and when.
No longer if one chooses,
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An exerted force.
By reason from weight alone.
To prevent a motion.
Has to stop being condoned.
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Long gone is the innocence.
Born precocious.
And exhibiting at an early.
Are the children.
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Far away and kept distanced.
From feelings pretended not to have.
Once close to have for each other.
In those times long passed.
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As the Sun is bright.
And stars at night,
Twinkle like candles lit.
Against a darkened sky.
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The who where when and what.
Seems to have not been a struggle.
With them not to give up.
The process has been,
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Picked to be tokens.
Selected to window dress.
But pleasant and soft spoken.
Going through the motions.
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There's a colossal madness.
Fed to the people from the top.
And such a tragedy.
Addicting minds on it that can't stop.
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