Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Believing themselves to be equipped,
With a kind of wit that makes them slick...
They appear from nowhere,
Out from the woodwork...
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Throw them back to the wolves.
The ones released from cellblock envy.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Those who love their crime defined.
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Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
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How can an evaluation be validated,
When it has not been delivered...
To invalidate the vapidity of the validity?
Or the qualifications of the authority in question!
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They wish to define soliloquies,
As a dramatic monologue...
Spoken in a reflection,
By one who rambles in prose.
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Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
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In a flight that has never grounded me,
To relate to life in physical limits.
To perceive an existence,
Bombarded with restrictions.
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Some have played the same one game for so long,
Even in the playing of it alone...
They believe someone is trying to convince them,
Giving it up...
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When truth to reveal,
Becomes suspect...
Where you live.
And deception accepted,
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More weapons are created,
With more interest shown...
Than there is more interest seen,
By those creating with less debate...
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