Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Dear Father?

'Yes...
Lawrence S. Pertillar.'
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Everything has been labelled,
To tag and remember.
As an implantation done.
And historically forbidden,
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A Tragedy effecting someone personally,
Is an emotional wound that is left.
And no one expressing to show an empathy,
Should demand with an expectation to get...
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What I have yet learned not to do,
Is to offer to anyone anything I believe...
Would bring to them a benefit.
But each time my intentions,
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If accolades come to be bestowed,
Upon anyone 'this' hour...
The following hour,
Whatever was done...
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See them in the streets inebriated and stoned.
In attempts to live a life that isn't one of their own.

Is it fact or fiction,
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Would I rather live,
Where a quality of life...
Is a fact and expected?
With a respect no one rejects?
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Where isn't deception practiced?
Hasn't the act of it been perfected?
Who hasn't been hoodwinked or tricked these days?
How many can say they haven't been betrayed?
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I, I, I, I...
Need no certificate,
When I want to be intimate.
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Exceptions and expectations awaited,
Can deflate those believing...
They deserve entitlements served automatically.
Because of who they are, where they live...
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