Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Those giving their opinions,
From their high and lofty gilded cages.
Sitting on lakes in secure tall buildings,
Where the winter breezes blow...
...

There are limits to playing one's fool.
And the odds are against,
The one mistaking another...
To be tolerant.
...

You could either have my name engraved,
In marble.
And placed on your mantle.
Or have my portrait hung above it.
...

Some people are saying...
They are afraid one day to wake up,
And not see an America they recognize!
...

People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been others who have treated them...
...

The test dissected has been done to select...
From those who have chosen materialism to digest.
And those who are able to feel and see,
The anguish created by these misdeeds.
...

I am going to create wealth.
He wants to spread the wealth.
I am going to lower your taxes.
He wants to raise your taxes.
...

We are the curiosity of nature.
An after-thought of the Earth's creation.
And amusing it,
With our conflicts.
...

Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
...

Okay!
I am finally convinced.
You are madly in love with me.
...