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  13197.     

Those I Pick To Audition To Love

So free I am to mingle,
And I don't feel rushed.
Happily I'm single and I like to touch...
Those I pick to audition to love.

I am free to mingle and I I'm freed to touch.
Happily I'm single and I don't feel rushed...
To have somebody in my life to love.
Or...
That perfect one to fit me like a glove.
Or,
To have that special one near me to rub...
My feet.
Or my head.
Or...
My shoulders and my body when I'm laying in bed.
Or...
Listen with intent to every word I've said.

I am happy as a free bird to fly high as a kite!
And spend my days and nights doing the things I like.
Although I wish the telephone would ring.
To hear a voice to me that only sings.
And it's someone I have yet to have met.
With obscenities spoken in a sweet sexy breath.

I like it to be single and easily teased.
Oh I like it when obscenities are spoken to me...
After 8pm,
And I'm about to fall asleep.

Oh yes I like it,
To be single and be easily teased.
Oh I like it,
When obscenities are spoken to me...
After 8pm,
And I'm about to fall asleep.

So free I am to mingle,
And I don't feel rushed.
Happily I'm single and I like to touch...
Those I pick to audition to love.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  13198.     

Those Ignorant Will Confirm Their Expertise

If one can not justify their actions taken,
But continues to defend them...
Loud and defiantly and in a pulic way,
To display a lack of knowledge...
Always eliminates debated confrontations,
With a calling of anyone like this ignorant.

Since...
One who knows that definition clearly,
Will have that confirmed...
Without a word heard needing to be said.
Those ignorant will confirm their expertise,
Immediately AND with flair to awe those aware.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  13199.     

'Those' Images Made

People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made.

People love to treasure those images made.
The ones flowered to sugar without a bitter taste.
Those images glammed up to spotlight,
On a public stage.
But behind the scenes indignities can be mean.

Yet...
People love to treasure those images made.
And their minds are affixed to them to defend...
Every blemish that is openly seen.
Since people who love their images made...
Have not been conditioned on reality to feast.

People love to treasure those images made.
Those images created to help them escape,
From depictions of reality.
And the way the displaying of it is portrayed.
People love to treasure those images made,
With an excusing of detrimental flaws and pain shown.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  13200.     

Those Inclined To Be Most Radical

Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?

Intellectuals sitting back,
With theories and graphs...
To compare demographics,
Of those who might be lacking...
In social skills and tasks,
Have no answers when asked...
Why such acts are rising fast...
In their own backyards.

Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?

And those who pass their judgements,
On those who have less...
Are themselves most emotionally affected.
And yet...
They are the ones,
With their research completed and studies done...
Trying to convince their outlooks on life are practical.

But observation of these disturbing events...
Proves to anyone witnessing,
Who are the ones with common sense...
And who are those inclined to be most radical.
With a rampaging done they do to be excused.

'But isn't what you do a passing of judgement? '

If you and I sat here observing this with silent lips,
Would what is viewed still exist?
Or will our ignoring it...
Assist it in becoming less effective and fade away?
And 'if' it stays and increases...
Will I then be passing judgement?
Or be thought of as less patriotic?
Because it then becomes a condition of society.

You know me!
I only see what it is.
Not what it aint.
With a censoring done by those pretentious.
To claim 'negative' observations,
Are made by those embittered and disgruntled.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 
 
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