Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The death of restrictions,
Has been determined a suicide.
And those driven to weep in grief,
Can not decide what to do...
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With zero charisma...
And a personality that could not compete,
With those who have past away and resting in peace...
Six feet deep in a cemetery,
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Release them to relieve with an enema.
You can,
Release them to relieve with an enema.
Feel free...
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The decision to give freely,
By one who does this best...
Yet,
Does not impress those...
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I don't intend to offend when I begin,
To write...
It just happens,
Within my scope of a life I define...
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Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
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If one needs to ask...
If their actions done,
Has offended someone.
What would they comprehend,
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How can you expect me,
To respect who you are,
If you have yet to reveal...
Who it is you are to me?
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This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
I remember having those ambitions,
To possess and impress.
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