Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Feed my ego,
Let it lift...
Like it's mixed with yeast.
Like delicious bisquits whipped.
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Explicit are the thoughts I get,
When alone and thinking...
What it was I let slip,
From my impatient...
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You've got to,
Nip some boys from the collar.
Be strong and do not 'hollah'.
If you want your boys to stop,
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Of course I am going to remember being insulted.
And being the butt end of loudly spoken jokes.
These episodes remain to stay played,
In the mind of the one they are directed towards.
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You and I,
Should decide to live our lives,
Together.
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Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
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We live to give.
And share in the taking.
Comparing our differences,
Does not lead to a wholesome life.
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From whom do you seek approval,
To meet and greet what pleases you?
What satisfaction can another supply,
To a life you live with choices to apply.
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There is no 'somewhere' there,
Over the rainbow!
With a pot of gold glowing,
Anywhere.
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My needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.
Yes my needs are overheating and exceeds excessive feeding.

Tonight,
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