Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A posh and elegant home,
Sitting in a setting...
That is clearly amongst the best.
An unrest occurs.
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Being perceptive is rarely accepted,
When associating with others...
More accustomed to neglecting,
Their own thought process.
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Why is it more are feeling uncomfortably misfit?
And being squeezed between credits and deficits.
While being reminded corruption is not a fantasy,
And it does indeed exist!
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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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