Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You want a poem?
Toss a coin.
Near a pond of wading ducks.
When the ducks begin to waddle out...
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Ripened!
But on a wrong tree done.
This hybrid thinks it to be pure,
And naturally sweet.
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Outside my window clean and clear,
I heard the Robins cry!
I saw the sunshine disappear...
I felt the Earth shake me inside!
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It wasn't me who introduced distrust.
To accept that as an advantage.
With an acceptance to lust.
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My guitar is silent now.
Because you've gone away...
And there's,
No strings attached!
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I can be foolish.
And can do foolish things
Knowing what I do is a bit foolish.
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The advantages those have,
From the affects of being ostracized...
Isolated and shunned.
Is knowing the 'real' in reality they've advocated...
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There has been achieved,
The worst oil disaster in recorded history.
And with this accomplishment,
All eyes can see...
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Those who had mindlessly in their whims binged...
Now find themselves cringing,
At the thought of losing their credit status.
And the loss of habitual mall spending sprees.
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Instead of separating society,
In divisions of sexual orientation and preferences...
Isolate those of no abnormalties at all!
And allow those with no dysfunctions,
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