My Slate Is Clean Of Miseries Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is a joy in me I know is seen.
'Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!

And if I do have any enemies...
May they live an afterlife,
In a realm that's more acceptible.

I've wiped my slate clean of those miseries.
None I wish to carry,
Or marry to be download.

I've sliced and diced all that away from me.
And I wont slit my wrists...
To bleed in dripping pity!

There is a happiness in me increased.
With a peace of mind I own,
Straight from sorrows I'd adopted.

I've had to learn to be away from disease.
To figure my life out.
And weed away all nonsense,
From my reach.

There is so much joy seen in me that's deep.
'Cause my jaws are not uptight,
Looking for a fight.
No!

And if I do have any enemies,
May they live an afterlife...
In a realm that's more acceptible.

And if I do have any enemies,
May they live an afterlife...
In a realm that's more acceptible.

And if I do have any enemies,
May they live an afterlife...
In a realm that's more acceptible.

And if I do have any enemies,
May they live an afterlife...
In a realm that's more acceptible.

I've wiped my slate clean of their miseries.
None I wish to carry,
Or marry to be download.
I've wiped my slate clean of their miseries.
None I wish to carry,
Or marry to be download.
I've wiped my slate clean of their miseries.
None I wish to carry,
Or marry to be download.

I've wiped my slate clean of their miseries.
And none of that will chip away my peace!

There is a joy in me I know is seen.
'Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!

There is a joy in me I know is seen.
'Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!

There is a joy in me I know is seen.
'Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!
My slate is clean of miseries.

'Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!

My slate is clean of miseries.

Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!

My slate is clean of miseries.

Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!

My slate is clean of miseries.