Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 48,706 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Dear Lance - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lance?
What enhanced designer drug,
Are you now on?
When viewers are riveted,
To a hopeful revealing interview...
Only one thing confessed,
Made little sense...
By those watching you.

'I called you crazy.
A 'B' that can be switched into a witch.
But never did I say...
On your hips,
You carried any fat! '

Lance?
What enhanced designer drug,
Are you now on?
'But never did I say...
On your hips,
You carried any fat.'

Dear Lance,
After all that you've done...
What was the importance of that?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013



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