Lawrence S. Pertillar


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First Of All, Santa...The Roof Is Pitched
Dear Santa...
It is easier for me to accept I have been scammed,
Most of my life.
Than to continue playing the same mental games,
Pleading On Their Hands And Knees
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.
Three Weeks...That's It!
I am finally convinced.
You are madly in love with me.
Civil Unrest
The next steps...
Will it be civil unrest?
As the reality of their ancestry...
Brings out the beast in them.
From Their High And Lofty Gilded Cages
Those giving their opinions,
From their high and lofty gilded cages.
Sitting on lakes in secure tall buildings,
Where the winter breezes blow...
To Never Again Be Continued
There are limits to playing one's fool.
And the odds are against,
The one mistaking another...
To be tolerant.
Leave Me With 'something' To Imagine
You could either have my name engraved,
In marble.
And placed on your mantle.
Or have my portrait hung above it.
Myths And Legends
Some people are saying...
They are afraid one day to wake up,
And not see an America they recognize!
Running Around Loose
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been others who have treated them...
A Knowing Of An End Result Produced
I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.

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