Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If I could trade off my moody disposition,
For one that didn't openly convey...
Something done has struck a nerve.
And I didn't feel deserving,
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They are here...
Those pyramids.
Precise and standing,
For thousands of years.
...

Minimum wage?
Raise the minimum wage?
For the purpose to do 'what'?
Dignify the myth of equality?
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On the other side of the light they are.
On the other side of that brightness.
Never to become that shooting star.
That travels the universe...
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It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
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See you later,
I'm not into that data.
Downloaded or to text.
With pictures to collect.
...

I've drifted amidst,
Broken promises once wished.
From parents and friends.
Even past lovers gone...
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I like it!
This feeling.
I like it!
Am I dreaming?
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Demons are chameleons.
And precise when chamouflaged.
Put on the spot they will hiss and slither quick,
To avoid being exposed with a venom to spit.
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Decide you are deserving,
To whip some excitement up...
In your life.
Just a notch or two for you will do it.
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