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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  8797.     

No I Can't Drink My Mocha Cold

Midnight in my mind,
Does not stay rested.
Nor is there something,
I wish to test.

I'm somewhat of a mess.
With thoughts selected.
Some are good.
And some I should reject.

So I try to drink my mocha cold.
But I can't sip it sugar free.
Like I can ice green tea.

No I can't drink my mocha cold.
It's got to be hot.
Poured right out of the pot!
That's how I like it.

Midnight in my mind,
Does not stay rested.
Nor is there something,
I wish to test.

I'm somewhat of a mess.
With thoughts selected.
Some are good.
And some I should reject.

But I can't drink my mocha cold.
Nor sugar free.
Like I can good green tea.

No I can't drink my mocha cold.
It's got to be hot.
Poured right out of the pot!
That's how I like it.

No I can't drink my mocha cold.
It's got to be hot.
That's how I like it.
At midnight.

Said I can't drink my mocha cold.
It's gotta be hot.
Right out of the pot.

No I can't drink my mocha cold.
It's gotta be hot.
That's how I like it,
At midnight!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  8798.     

No I Wont Play The Fool Or Your Sucker Punch Catcher

I want you it's true.
Since you've been there in my mind.
And I'm not trying to find...
Another way to spend my time.

I want you it's true.
Since you've been there in my mind.
And I'm not trying to find...
Another way to spend my time.

I'm not trying to find...
Less than the better that I see.
And I don't want the time...
Wasted when I know what's here with me.
And...
I wont play the fool or the sucker,
When my cup might runneth over.

I want you it's true.
And...
I wont play the fool or the sucker,
When my cup might runneth over.

I want you I do.
But I wont play the fool or the sucker to be stuck,
Like another...
One you might had.
No I wont play the fool or Your sucker punch catcher,
Like the other.

I want you it's true.
But...
I wont play the fool or the sucker,
To spill my cup of luck that might runneth over.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  8799.     

No Incentive to Capture a Fresh Thought

There is so much that people miss.
So much that 'skips' their understanding.
No exploration of thought,
Brings to them full comprehension.
No mental stimulation is going on in their minds.
The world is defined by them...
As it has been delivered.

There is so much that people miss.
So much emptiness exists,
Between their ears.
Conditioned to be limited,
And from that they view
Is the sum total of their lives!
Some have committed suicide...
That's how shallow their egos felt inside!

There is so much that people miss.
Debating it in mindless arguments...
Makes no sense when that is witnessed.
Attempting to sway one's way with another...
Seems to be likened to a dog chasing its tail.
Or running after cars!
There is a need...
But what is that need feeding?

There is so much that people miss.
So much about 'this'...
This life!
They leave to go unadventured!
With no incentive to capture a fresh thought!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  8800.     

No Intentions Of Reliving Stale Memories

You are falling to pieces,
And you expect me to patiently
Put you back together,
With an application of smothering love.
And empathy too?
To see you mend and ignore me like you do?
Again?

I think this is one too many falling to pieces,
That you've done.
To have me feel how reliable and redundant,
Your expectations.

You'll find the glue in the attic.
Attaching together artifacts of my past.
I doubt if there is anymore left of that.
Whatever is left you can grab it.

Althoug,
I have no intentions of reliving stale memories.
I do,
However.
Have some tape to patch up your wounds,
That you are welcome to use.
I'll gladly sit with you until you are finished.
And when you are done.
Leaving will be the best gift that will be of benefit,
To us both.

Thank you for hardening my crust.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 
 
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