Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Home of the plastic smile.
And where lieutenants of apartheid train.
With a doing of their homework in the suburbs...
To test the inner city people they deplete of resources.
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With the wearing of emblems and symbols,
To declare a faith and belief to profess...
They've been saved and they show this has been addressed.
And the many who do this believe they've been released,
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Opps!
It's JUST a movie.
You can't hold all of us accountable,
For one act of 'uncensored' delusion.
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When nothing makes sense anymore,
Make this an opportunity...
To free yourself from attempts,
Of being intelligent about it.
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I am not that man,
You think you understand...
And,
That man you understood...
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You give me that you like me nod.
And I...
Nod back.
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You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.
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When I say I am seeking something substantial in my life?
Why does that make you laugh to see me at a flea market?
I am seeking something that doesn't need to be high maintenanced...
Looking for wrinkles to moisturized.
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Everyday and in many ways,
Our lives lived is another test to pass.
Like a taking of a quiz.
With answers heard that are daily given,
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Overpopulated by gameplayers,
Who have played out to squeeze fresh energy...
From a climate left brimming on the rim with a hope,
That an awakening snaps these jokesters to loosen their grasp...
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