Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Get up.
Shut up,
And move.
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Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
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Please,
There is no need
To massage my feet.
Because you believe,
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You make my days...
More sunny in the night time.
That faith I gave,
Stayed.
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You must accept,
Keeping your eye on them.
Has loyalty and trust,
Completely close up your suspicions?
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Silver frosted ornaments.
Are carefully packed to move,
To a place where there is cheaper rent.
Many Christmases here have been spent.
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To whatever that is sustaining your thoughts.
And whatever your beliefs are that has brought you here...
To experience 'your' life as it is.
Ask of 'It' to lift you from conflict.
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A revitalization created,
To rid 'collected' colors...
For a more luxurized version,
Of diversed flavor.
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It is what it is.
Not what one wishes it 'could' be.
Or should become,
After the experience of a composition exposed,
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