Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Perhaps you should use another tool,
To process this.
One that will allow the measurement,
Of prolificness.
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Frantic.
In an utter panic.
So confused they are,
By their own policies.
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My life,
Has never been a convenience.
It has been a strategic manuevering,
To avoid polarization.
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You tell me,
I 'should' pray.
Believing my identity,
Has led me astray.
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Difficult it is,
To maintain a persona...
Of righteousness.
With a squeaky clean integrity.
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They say,
U b illin'
When U aint chilled!
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Being able to fit the shoes I wear,
Is not a question I raise.
It is the whining sounds of pain I hear,
From those who believed...
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It is easy to make fun,
Of the odd one out.
Isn't it?
Especially in an environment,
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By the time it dawns on you,
That something 'is' happening...
It would have taken place and happened.
Like that which has already been done!
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Remember those days, months and years...
When I looked as if I could break down any moment,
In a pool of tears?
I could not sleep or eat?
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