Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We teach them young,
What to dislike.
And...
To separate into divisons,
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Teased with a wish of wanting 'things',
Never seems to end.
Until an aging with maturity begins
And the payments of keeping those dreams,
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How low can a low blow go?

'Are you still hopeful
For the return of the dollar per gallon,
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Come here and listen!
You can pretend to ignore.
But leave your ears open.
Close your mouth.
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Competition?
I don't like it,
When no one else is involved!
And opponents?
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King of the pen and prose.
He's an ink blotter stopper...
Rimming to the brim with rhyme.
And unconfined to find a line,
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I never 'thought' to be me.
I always knew 'me'.
And I was...
Me.
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'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
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Be cautious when treating people with respect,
Especially those that are not accustomed to it.
They begin to expect,
Anything they do to be acceptable.
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Those who have risen to the top,
To achieve some type of notoriety...
Have not done it,
On the back of a perceived social status.
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