Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
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When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
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You moronic imbecile.
What makes you think,
Your insignificance deserves attention?
You are nothing but a worthless piece of manure.
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There are many who can not believe,
Their point of view and plastic protected lives...
Is not a dream to crave for by millions of people.
Those who seem to be fighting for their rights,
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That which once worked,
And relied upon to patch quarrels...
Before guns and knives were used,
To prove one to be upset with another.
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It is difficult..
It is.
To have feelings of hate,
When exposed to both sides of love.
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There our senses touch.

In the fields of...
Fresh grass scented.
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There is nothing wrong,
In dressing to impress.
It shows a sign of ambition,
Addressed.
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In the midst of delusion meant,
To question truth...
Today I've come to realize,
What has been taught in one's life...
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I am often associated with some affiliation of some kind.

'What faith are you?
What are your beliefs?
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