Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Misguided is the madness.
To insist with it persisted,
Its obvious presence...
Does not exist.
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It has only been weeks,
And one's presence shown...
To have overwhelming integrity,
Had not been mistaken...
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To have a purpose,
Less focused upon by others...
Nothing to them,
Can be better served...
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When integrity is lost.
And all words heard spewing...
Out from twisted divisive lips,
Are given to get attention...
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If you are the kind to whine.
Make excuses and complain,
The Excellence Only Program...
Is not for you.
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Being alone for some,
Has become less an option...
But a choice preferred to pick,
As a necessity to keep...
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I wish I had the authority,
To arrest and lock up...
All that delicioudness you have
For reasons to feed,
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I have made many errors.
Some to correct.
And others purposely to leave.
Caring less if they were shown.
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The more a people are heard,
Routinely groaning to moan...
About being oppressed,
The more they look for it done.
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The engaging age,
Whether transparent or not.
Gives space and audience,
To the agent provocateur...
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