Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I don't understand what their problem is.

'Me either.'
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Quietly proceeding are fresh steps taken.
And done to go unannounced,
By the ones determined to reach success.
Quietly these efforts are seldom prevented,
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What IS the problem 'now'?
I have had it up to 'here' with those monkeys.

'The African monkeys are protesting.
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Many left on faded stages,
Find it difficult to accept...
Those who have gone from them to move on.
A routine repeatedly done to do,
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I do care.
With a caring done too few accept.
But I can't just neglect or pretend,
Reality to face...
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The flavor of sham,
Continues to be high on the list...
Of those who favor preferences.
With a getting their dupings,
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The only thing guaranteed not to change,
Is the way people embellish to romanticize...
A yesterday lived with the telling of incredible lies.
And done to do with gazing vacant eyes.
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A getting just to get more,
Sooner or later bores those who stop...
Making attempts to get more to hoard.
And running out of space to store what bores.
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The telling of lies told by those who tell them,
Has an effect more infectious than any disease...
One can see to witness plaguing,
To devastate entire environments.
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One day,
And not too distant from the future...
When the existence of reality,
Is believed to be 'mythed' and missed by elders...
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