Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Their tragedies are noted,
And documented with flair.
They announce themselves war mongers,
Leaders in this game of conquer and despair.
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As it is...
It comes,
This 'thing' described.
Given a name
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The only thing being won,
By a society outdone...
Recalling customs aged and tired,
Are people inspired to discard foolisness.
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She said I was a rebel!
I thought that odd...
Since that day she detected my nature,
I was without my codpiece!
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I hope you're not thinking,
I'm exploring my aggression.
With thoughts of me
As a misfit in your head...
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They wonder why their trails are blocked.
Why accomplishments gained,
Are suddenly stopped!
They insist there are more deeds to make.
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Treated with a taste of truth,
That minimizes rudeness...
Is soon to come.
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There is a place where excuses are made.
And finding fault with others is condoned.
Children are disrespectful...
Hygiene is neglected, disregarded and rejected
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I want you to know me.
But if you insist
I am not who I should be,
And you are who I want...
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She said I needed to identify more,
With my cultural heritage.
And that my presentation wasn't committed!
I mentioned to her,
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