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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  69.     

It's In The Culture

It is in the culture.
Fed to accept,
Deception.

Everyday it's there and in the culture.
Fed to accept,
Deception.
And to reject...
The telling of truth.

It's...
In the culture.
A feeding to accept,
Deception.

Oh,
And...
Everyone expects to be deceived.
And...
Everyone expects they should believe in lies.
And despise...
Believers and the tellers of truth.

It is in the culture.
Fed to accept,
Deception.

Everyday it's there and in the culture.
Fed to accept,
Deception.
And to reject...
The telling of truth.

Oh yes it's there and everywhere,
In the culture.
A feeding to accept,
Deception.
Everywhere and there to believe,
A feeding of deception to receive.

Everyday it's there and in the culture.
Fed to accept,
Deception.
And to reject and disrespect...
The telling of truth.

Booted or diluted is the truth.
Oh...
It's in the culture.
And...
The telling of the truth,
Few people do.
Oh...
It's in the culture.
And...
The telling of the truth,
Few people do.
Oh...
It's in the culture.
And...
The telling of the truth,
Few people do.
Oh...
The telling of the truth,
Few people do.
Oh...
It's in the culture.
And...
The telling of the truth,
Few people do.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  70.     

My Boo Hoo Franchise Enterprise

I too had suffered bouts
Of languishing insecurities.
I did not resist to pick upon the weakest link.
Someone who would smother me with sympathy...
And in it I would sink.
I would carry my tears around,
As I quickly blinked my eyes to produce more.
Believing I could and would allow them to pour.
I was a boo hoo servant.
Delivering despair.
A boo hoo pity party giver.
Celebrating my suffering...
Freely delivering it everywhere.
Until I saw my reflection upon so many faces.
It scared me to realize the ugliness I had graced.
A boo hoo doing mogul? No...
I then chose not to be!
Too many were out there selling that with flair.
And my boo hoo franchise enterprise...
Was not personalized as I had thought it to be!
An audience was gone.
For me...
No one had cared!
A traumatic awakening occurred.
Glared at me and stared.
So many were already marketing that.
And my efforts weren't getting me anywhere.
What I was bringing...
Had already been sought and bought!
With agony I stopped it!
The competition was too much to bare!

'Okay...
Stop it! I'm embarrassed!
I get the point! '

Discovering that happiness to share...
Was what people wanted.
And 'that' I knew was rare.
I did not see that anywhere.
Now I am on a mission to spread just joy!
Hoping that becomes desirous and declared.
My boo hoo doing days are done.
However...
Marketing happiness,
Is much more work than fun!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  71.     

Now That I'm Older And Much Wiser

I married into what I thought would be,
Then...
A good relationship.
And I had experienced one before,
Committed and loyal.
But...
Being possessive,
Ruin it.

The second time I entered,
Into wedded bliss.
I tried too hard to be too much.
And too much of 'me'...
Made my partner sick.
So again from that,
We both split.

Now that I'm older and much wiser,
And wanting companionship.
I admit to being sexually experimental.
And this has bored me to bits.

I wish someday to meet someone,
Who will understand my 'wit'.
Someone who too has had the same feelings.
And through with an unnecessary roleplay,
With a sharing of a chemistry that snuggly fits.

Now that I'm wiser,
With age as my adviser.
And wanting a valued companionship.

'Then why do you insist on playing hard to get? '

Well...
I do have my preferences,
Kept on an ever changing list.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  72.     

Poopey PooPoo

My grandmother,
Was not into calling her children
By nicknames.
In fact she once said to my sister...
'I gave my children the names they have!
Each was given with a special meaning.
To identify and dignify that which has been given.'
I often wondered...
Had my sister and I been,
The only ones listening?
With comprehension?
Over the years...
It just appears that way!

Today...
Grown folks are known better by their nicknames.
Than those names given.
Poopey PooPoo. BeBop. Slice and Dice...
BooBoo and Drooper!
What 'energies' have they called upon themselves?

And their children have no idea who their parents are.
Their real names.
Or their purposes.

I remembered when I began calling myself Lawrence...
My birth name.
Lawrence, Junior in fact.
Named after my father.
We were both called Larry at one time.
I decided I would become Lawrence S.
After discovering on my father's birth certificate,
His name was listed as Lawrence A.
And I wanted to be 'AS' much as Lawrence as possible!

Can you guess...
I am between poeticness.
As I share a bit of 'personal-ness'.

Folks got upset!
Guess who smiled?
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar.
She was very strong and dynamic.
She was pleased to know I was daring!

And the leaves upon the trees,
Begin to bloom in Spring.
As I reminisce those things I miss.
Taking trips back through time.
Those things impressed upon my mind.
And finding me feeling blessed!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 
 
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