Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is nothing done,
In front of their faces...
Or heard coming from behind their backs,
Can they say with convincing eye contact...
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Salted tempers rise.
As if suddenly people realize,
Overnight...
Wishes to live their lives,
...

Rights, freedoms and entiltlements?
Sure.
Take a left at that next light.
Park your car.
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Why is it,
People minding their own business...
Are today the ones suspect?
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Was it before or after,
Your home had burned to the ground...
Did you report the smelling of smoke?
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Remember those days when religion and politics,
Were said should not be mixed.
And those with their differences,
Had been the reason a greatness existed.
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On my mind.
And in my memories,
When that day you left from me...
You really stayed.
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If blood ties between them,
Have left some to feel...
They experience broken vessels.
This can be mended,
...

I can attest,
Your ego satisfies...
Inclusively held delusions.
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Don't you 'guess-what-chicken butt' me!
Unless it is prepared in a soup.
We've already wasted enough time,
Playing games with one another.
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