Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
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You're much more like a mannequin,
With feelings just too stiff!
So don't you ever...
Oh no.
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With flashing neon lights.
Prophets, soothsayers and psychics.
Astrologers and scientists,
Discovering new planets existing.
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Digging deep are many seeking,
To avenge themselves...
And others wronging judged.
Today's conflicts,
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Even if I sat 'unsure'...
I'd have no doubts in my mind,
What it was I did.
And to do it,
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I've never found it acceptable,
How grown people still use their childhoods...
To make continued excuses for themselves.
With the seeing of psychologists, psychiatrists...
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For six weeks,
I was in isolation.
To have every single secretion,
Coming out of my body analyzed.
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I think it is 'cool' to awaken,
With a desire to participate...
In activities to make effective changes.
Especially the ones,
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When in Rome,
It may be to one's advantage...
To make attempts to do what the Romans do.
With a following of their rules and customs.
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What is relevant?
Only that which is deemed important,
By those who arrive 'first'...
At an event.
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