Pull Me Up Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pull me up,
From feeling stuck in bad luck.
There is nothing rougher,
Than believing life's too tough!

Pull me up.
From feeling stuck in bad luck.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.

Pull me up...
I'm tired of the rush,
That's made a rut too deep to cuss.
Enough 'is' enough.

Pull me up...
I am tired of the hustle.

Pull me up...
I've grown too tired of the rush.

Sick and tired of my muscles used,
To produce rust.

Pull me up...
I'm tired of the hustle.
Tired of my muscles used to produce rust.

Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.

Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.
I'm tired of a hustle bustled,
Just to repeat rust.

Pull me up!
No more beating am I needing.

Pull me up!
No more beating am I needing.
Nor will I continue,
To choose that as a greeting.

Pull me up!
Enough 'is' enough.