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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  10397.     

Potty Trained At Birth

Why do you look down in the dumps?

'It has been discovered my mother,
Allowed me to walk around in a dirty diaper.
When I was nine months old.
So my chance to be selected,
As community organizer has been jeopardized! '

Whatever you do...
Don't hold that against them.
Perhaps one day they will find someone,
Who was experienced.
And potty trained at birth!

'Perhaps!
And maybe a true change they can believe in,
Will finally come into their lives! '
 
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  10398.     

Potty Trained By Patient Strangers

Is there an awakening stage,
Upon which children undisciplined...
Become responsible driven adults?
And suddenly a laziness condoned,
Develops into an array of capabilities shown?
And beaming parents with no influence of this at all...
Stand tall to be awarded the credit.
With an acknowledged look as if deserved?

If this scenerio is an expectation...
While parents who have been negligent,
Of 'parenting' as it is meant await praises?
There is no wonder why there are many adults,
Who have learned to be potty trained...
By patient strangers.
And few who have done this,
Can say they have welcomed successful results.
 
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  10399.     

Pounding Sexuality

Hounds on the prowl...
Wolves in silk and satin,
Growl.
Tasty morsels loose unleashed.
Waiting unsuspectedly,
To dangle and mesh...

A hidden inner beast!

Pounding sexuality,
And tearing the seams from sheets!
No one lays a victim here...
It is clear these dogs only stalk,
And eat
Fresh and tender meat!
 
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  10400.     

Pour As Much Of It As You Want

Who you knew and what you knew,
About who and why back in the day.
When back in the day was...
Well,
Behind the times even then,
When molasses moved faster than folks...
Who claimed to eat snails on planes.
And some were calling that mess escargot!
Dipping it in horse radish and cocktail sauce?
Who knew?
I didn't know.
I just ate them.

People like that,
Slapping fancy names on common stuff...
I aint got time for.

And today those times have not changed.
Not that much.
And nothing you have to say,
Is of a concern to me.

Those days are behind me!
Packed way in the back,
Of my dusted memories.

Trust!
And the truth shall set you free.
Now...
Are you here to represent or deliver grief?
Which is it?
Since I certainly can not accept,
Your presence on my doostep...
As a chance encounter!
Nor am I into prolonging mysteries.
Hmmm...
You are here to spread fresh gossip,
On someone you suspect I know well.
I can tell.
And you could not wait to get here,
To get my reaction!
Am I right?

Well...
Let me clear the air and say this to you,
So I can get it out in the air...
Open and over with!

Before you think you'd find me in that same frame of mind.
I hate to disappoint you...
But,
I just removed some frozen chicken wings from the frig.
And they will take at least twenty minutes to thaw.
How much time you got?

'Me?
I got all night! '

Well, come on in!
You standing outside like I can afford to heat it.
I ain't got it like that!
It's cold.
Come on in and close the door.
And I'll fix us a nice pot of hot tea.
And feel free to pour as much of it as you want.
How you been?
I was just saying the other day...
It sure would be good to see you.
And here you are.

God is good aint He?
And works in such mysterious ways.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 
 
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