Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Why argue with those who oppose reality?
Addicted they are to drippings,
From a rusted faucet...
Slipping out of reach.
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To an obnoxious degree,
They point out irritations and observances
To what they find offensive.
Those who qualify themselves,
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Cool!
I'll pretend,
My pain endured...
Does not exist!
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The insults of nuts,
Grows alarmingly steady!
Actions studied...
To divide their own self interests.
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Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
To realize it had a better use...
Than to sit enclosed
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Many wish life the way they see it.
The way that it has been fed.
Without the bleakness and the dred.
But when the veil is lifted...
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You wanna play head games,
And I ain't gonna 'trip' like that.
Shallow, insecure hide and seek...
In the hopes to attract a playmate,
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Through the meadow swift.
With picked twigs and fresh selected sticks...
We run.
Having fun,
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Losing is not born from honesty.
Those who are honest...
Realize they can not always win.
Those who do anything to win,
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It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Unexpected love.
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