Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 88,328 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Boulevard Of Moral Decay - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

On the streets they enjoy playing,
Their thuggish games!
Trained to be subservient
To a life that obeys breaking laws,
With confidence!
These elements are now the consequences,
Of a tolerance that has gone much too far!
Right under the noses...
Of those who chose to see themselves 'untouchable'
And indifferent to lifestyles changing around them!
They have been disrespected for being who they are.
Letting their guard down as they tossed insults,
And invaded the comfort of others!

This affected their relationships with lovers,
Family and friends!
And this bullshit 'ain't ending!
This mental distant game of cowboys and Indians!
Possessions are now at risk.
And there is no way to dismiss what has taken place!

We've spent too much time,
Trying to find the relevance...
And adjusting to the demands
Of the pressure to progress prosperity,
With all the joy good credit can buy!
And if we have to lie about it...
The better!
That has been our doctrine!

And today we are surrounded by so many lies!
So many alibis and attempts to find some hint,
Of protected quality!
Sheltered from despair and agony,
Clearly on the Sunrise for all!

We've bounced back and forth like a tennis ball,
From beliefs the widest of TV screens
Have fed us...
Much bigger and bolder than before!
Seducing with the most vivid high definitioned color!
No sympathy we seek approaches our addresses!
The mess that is in our heads and in our homes...
We've condoned with much 'bewildering' participation!
And that's being confessed,
Although deadly to the ones,
Who are the victims of our fantasies!

~Soon they will be exposed as those
With the power after all!
This presentation seems to have
A 'Guest' waiting in the wings! ~

It's part of the culture we decided to live in!
Driving down the boulevard of moral decay!
No one ever dreamed that the journey back
Had followed us to our own front doors!
We can turn the TV sets off now.
There is a visitor that comes...
Some scum that traced us.
And we allow them to smuggle,
Every last piece of peace we've got left!
We've been condtioned to believe
Our ideals to be the best!
Even if the rest of the world
May see us leaking confidence,
With a lack of direction displayed...
By common sense delayed,
Among those in disarray
With skills to cheat but none to lead!

On the streets...
They enjoy playing their thuggish games!
They strategize to compete for turf.
They bluff and sometimes the bluffing hurts!
They never express guilt or apologize.
They grew up believing what they fed themselves was true!
Although they liked to masquerade,
In various disguises!

Until they created....
Something more than civil disobedience,
And chaos!
Representing what we consent!
Leaving us to observe lost treasures.
That can not be quickly minted...
To patch the maddness relentlessly brewed,
And it's not pleasant to the taste at all,
Observing fools who 'pontificate'
The do's and don'ts.
Now watching themselves close,
To being done in!

Comments about Boulevard Of Moral Decay by Lawrence S. Pertillar

  • Brian Jani (5/22/2014 6:54:00 AM)

    Amazing poetic skills.well done (Report)Reply

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  • (12/20/2006 3:56:00 AM)

    We reap what we sow, regardless of whether our intentions are good or not. And Ayn Rand once said something to the effect that if the guilty don't pay, then the innocent will! Excellent sustained poetic indignation. These are real problems that have to be addressed. Glad someone's raising them. Great work Lawrence. jim (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

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