Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
Make sure no remnants get,
To be left kept as toxins.
Pick up the pieces of the mess that's made.
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To feel and peel an Orange.
And to know it is naturally sliced.
Sweetened to eat when ripe.
Like a grapefruit!
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Your shame now shows a blemish.
You would like to diminish,
The exposure of it all.
But pretensions have dressed
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If you have not walked in my shoes...
Cried with my eyes.
Suffered disrespect,
Or hid a feeling
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They do not listen!
Therefore...
Nothing is learned.
Therefore...
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There is nothing about redundancy,
I'd like to review.
It seems so...repetitive,
And recycled.
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When something treasured is given.
And it is disrespected and given back...
Do not expect warm greetings to flow,
From the one who felt slighted by that!
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They come quick to evaluate the words...
And not the content of the message.
They come to seek and critique,
Definitions and language use.
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Remember...
You invited me,
To rank and critique.
As if my ego,
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The only abilities they have and reflect,
Is administering a blinded selfishness.
They argue this in denial,
By protesting that their rights...
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