Lawrence S. Pertillar
Where Isn'T Deception Practiced? - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Where isn't deception practiced?
Hasn't the act of it been perfected?
Who hasn't been hoodwinked or tricked these days?
How many can say they haven't been betrayed?
And among the few of them willing to confess...
Which ones are not alcoholics?
Or medicated on prescriptions...
To admit they are not crack addicts.
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