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Best Poems From
LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR
(February/'47)
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Old Gold Diggin' Geezer
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna have an easy life.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And you think I'm the one gon' give it!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You ain't got a mortgage or a lease on me.
None that we've agreed upon.
And none that you can see.
You ain't got a ring or a title to keep me leashed up tight.
And what you think I've got,
You're not gonna get that close to take a bite!
With or without your teeth behind your 'grill'...
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
'I thought you said you were a friend to ALL people?
YOU are a fraud.
You ain't even a friend to some! '
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Thoughts
Am I too old?
Is it too late?
Have I waited too long,
To contemplate my fate?
Have I too many memories...
And not enough time?
Is there too much of 'me'
Behind the walls of limitation,
I find myself confined.
Is there too much I am trying to comprehend?
Instead of realizing,
I am doing just fine within!
And would do even better...
Discovering new adventures.
Who am I to censor,
The arrival of gloomy weather?
If I decided to leave old thoughts...
I choose to think,
Left behind!
And besides...
I do get a kick sometimes,
Unwinding myself
From the trappings I place,
Inside my own mind!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Tricks Played By Dupers
More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Those usual games of smearing names,
With innuendos and slurs...
To depict someone perverted,
Has begun to show torn fabric...
On values and standards,
Dipping into crevices...
Where those self righteous are observed.
Wallowing away as they play amongst themselves,
In the mud and dirt.
More are catching on,
To those old tricks played by dupers.
Only to prove...
Dupers who wallow away in the mud and dirt,
Are more often than not...
In the middle of the slop plopped they plan to plot!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Older They Grow But Not Up
Older they grow,
But not up!
Many never experience a maturity.
Raised on entertaining limited thoughts.
And few have abilities,
To comprehend little of what they read.
Or take the responsibility,
To hold themselves accountable...
For actions begun and those they leave.
Older they grow,
But not up!
And demands they make,
To satisfy their spoiled ways.
Since no one around them wants to hear them fuss.
Realizing not one of those fussers who also cuss,
Wants to take a position,
To make a decisive decision.
Since accusations are prioritized in their lives lived,
As a must.
And expectations are less for them.
For those exposed to them growing older...
Knowing these minds have no time left.
For them to show a growing up,
With a thoughtfulness.
Older they may grow...
But for them it sure is not up!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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