Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Many came a-running with their funds undone.
With hopes and prayers to have a rerun come.
But when they're broke they become so stunned,
There's nothing they can do to overcome what's done!
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Emotional vampires exist.
Nothing but despair,
Comes from their lips.
Negativity is a ride they take,
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What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
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So many now are attempting to defend themselves,
Out of situations they have created.

So many are in denial their activities,
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If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
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We can be the best of friends.
Or the worse of enemies.
I know I'm a moody s.o.b.
And you can be obnoxious,
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You're just like a child.
One who asks questions.
But not patient enough...
To sit and listen to the answers for them.
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So divided and un-united as a people they are.
And so without an identity.
Whatever purpose they had,
Has been deluted into a non-meaning.
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You complain about your life!
And you do it as if it is on canvas.
Every stroke you make,
You wish to acknowledge.
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They would love to keep defended,
Secret wishes...
To hide acts of blatant racistness!
With proclamations that none exists.
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