Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The end of the line has come to the ones,
Expecting a condoning an extention done of their fun.
And their whims and druthers kept self obsessed,
Has during these times we live...
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As an adult I have moved on,
From those still living to settle...
Childish tit for tats with wishes I re-act.
I am not about 'that'.
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No one is invited in my home,
Believing a disrespect I will condone.
To then express to others,
A temperament to them I have shown?
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People are known to become very protective,
When something they have done is suspected...
To be neglecting of their responsibility.
With proof known to be discovered as is shown.
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When a mind is freed and released,
To experience a life lived with unavoidable changes...
One's perception of what is real and what isn't,
Often comes to offend...
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People who believe they can erase,
What they have come to face on a daily basis...
And not dissect to self exam their routines and rituals,
But expect their denials kept does not affect...
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They want the freedom to purchase guns.
But don't want a firing range to be built near them,
Feeling restrictions to them will come.

They want the criminals arrested,
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Don't let your loving baby cry,
Or tears stain on their cheeks.
Don't you let your loving baby cry,
Or leave them alone to weep.
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Coverups, excuses made and deceit.
If I am not mistaken,
We all were told...
The curriculum would be changing,
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Last night...
I whipped up something,
To quench my appetite.
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