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Perhaps the Familiarity Warrants the Disrespect

I've already done the pauper bit.
And discovered quick,
An array of sentiments in my direction sent.

I've done the all for one and one for all crusades.
To be kicked to the curb several times.
And then to be given 'attitude' and 'shade'.

I've attempted to give and received a lot that was rotten.
But I have never forgotten where I've come from.
I am there physically to be seen.
And perhaps the familiarity warrants the disrespect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Want To Do What You Want To Do

You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.

With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!

You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!

With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.

You will do just as you please,
Caring less who you deceive!

With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!

She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!

With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!

She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!

With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!

You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.

With a bet that you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!

But...
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!

With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!

You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.

With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!

You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!

With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.

She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!

With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!

With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity

The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!

The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!

The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A 'Not' Understanding Mood

What position do I hold?
Well...
That depends on the condition,
Of my sentiments.
The day of the week.
And the direction in which my attitude,
Is forced to take a shift.
It is impossible to remain in a good mood,
These days.
And...
In a good mood I am going to stay.

'No.
You have misunderstood me.
I refer to the position you hold,
As to how you rate yourself.
You know...
On a scale from one to ten? '

Oh!
You are right.
I did misunderstand you.
Well...
That depends on the condition,
Of my sentiments.
The day of the week.
And the direction in which my attitude,
Is forced to take a shift.
It is impossible to remain in a good mood,
These days.
And...
In a good mood I am going to stay.

'So...
The position you hold is pretty much a fixed on? '

Did I not say,
I 'did' misunderstand you?

'Yes.
Yes you did.'

Well,
To save you time and not to waste mine.
I just happen to be...
In a 'not' understanding mood.
You see those people over there?

'Yes.
They will fake anything you wish.
And make attempts to impress you too.
Don't take my word for it.
They will have you believe,
They are the cream of the crop.
You should have worn your boots.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I May Play Aound With My Own Gifts

I remember once,
Of having the nature of giving.
And enthusiastic,
By the mere participation...
In the doing of it.

But when I heard from others' lips,
I should not expect most...
To feel that same way.
And there I was in heated sweat...
With the giving of myself,
Assisting them?
With the expanding,
Of their expressed creativeness.

Someone wasn't getting what I had attempted,
To enlist.
Someone attempted to take my experiences,
And make a mockery of it.

And when I discovered being looked upon,
As a fool for doing this! ?
There were no long goodbyes with sighs.
My eyes I placed on an exit.
And I through that exit I went quick.

I may play aound with my own gifts.
But for others to do it?
That's not allowed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Rotten

It seems were here i
Miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
Its guaranteed alls forgotten
Down here
Down here its clear that your uncut
Dont fear
Dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, I know its not, its all forgotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Dont fear, dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here...

song performed by by Placebo
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Cop A Cool

Squeeze out the seeking,
You hold onto too tight.
And boot it to the curb,
With a stiff kick done.
Don't keep something held,
Until it makes you uptight.
Boot it to the curb,
With a stiff kick done.
Boot it to the curb,
Until that battle has been won.

Squeeze out the seeking that you hold onto.
Cop a cool and be swift with it.
Don't sit to drift into an attitude.
Get up, be hip and do it quick.
Cop a cool and be done with all you've been through.
Squeeze out the seeking that you hold onto.
Cop a cool and be swift with it.
Don't sit to drift into an attitude.
Boot it with a stiff kick done...
Until that battle has been successfully won!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attitude! ! !

Attitude,
That of a tree that sacrifices
Every bit of its being
Without any resistance

Attitude,
That of a Tiger
Who fulfills his desires
At the cost of the life of others

Attitude,
That of a philanthropist
Who burps, after being fulfilled
And puts the make-up
Of generosity and culture
To appear elite and superior

Attitude,
That of a sage
With all human weaknesses
Denounces every pleasure
And is impervious to every desire

Attitude,
Of every shade and color

Attitude,
What is yours?

poem by Maitreyee Joshi
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Dump The Dude

Hey girl, I wanna give you some friendly advice
Hes got you cryin, oh hes done it again
Hes made a date and he didnt show
You know hes done this to you so many times
When you gonna let him go
He doesnt treat you little a lover should
He could be so downright cruel
Cant understand why youre hangin with him
Girl, dont you be a fool
Go on and dump the dude
You know hes got a rotten attitude
He always leaves you in a cryin mood
Take my advice, dont you think twice
Listen to what Im telling you
Go on and dump the dude
You know that weve been friends for so many years
And Ive never ever seen you this way
So torn apart, how he gets to your heart
With all the little games that he plays
Just give him up, get him out of your life
Promise me that once and for all
Youre gonna tell him that its over and done
The very next time he calls, aint you now
Dump the dude
You know hes got a rotten attitude
He always leaves you in a cryin mood
Take my advice, find somebody nice
Listen to what Im telling you
Go on and dump the dude
Girl, I know you may think this is none of my business
But the fact that were friends I believe that makes it my business
I care about you but I aint preachin
I think you should dump the dude
I dont know why youd want to settle for less
When you could have so much more
You know that you deserve only the best
So what are you waiting for?
Go on and dump the dude
You know hes got a rotten attitude
He always leaves you in a cryin mood
Take my advice, dont you think twice
Find yourself somebody nice
Go on and dump the dude

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Those Slow To Learn Their Lessons

So many years have passed.
And so many have lived their lives,
Being led down the wrong paths...
To one day discover,
As if the clouds have been removed...
From clearing eyes and minds,
To realize those tasks and evil misdeeds...
Done to others in times left behind,
Should have never by them...
The focus of their attention given.
But...
It was.

And those who had been picked,
For those misdeeds done determined...
To have been fit and appropriate,
Might have also awakened with a change of mind.

Perhaps for them they were willing once 'then' to forgive,
But today they may be more convinced...
That those slow to learn their lessons as quick,
Are deserving of repeated teachings...
Until such doing has become satisfying to please.
And those messages they attempted to deliver,
Are guaranteed to have been received.

'I don't understand why I am the one,
Treated in such an offensive manner.'

~Don't worry about it.
You're not the only one who suffers,
From a selective memory.
All you have to do is connect the dots.
What have you done,
That you wish had been forgotten? ~

'I don't remember.'

~Apparently someone you afflicted does.
And has chosen this moment to test.
Until your mind connects.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bullets And Kisses

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

Heat seeking missile are only sent destroy.
Man less drones are deployed.
Books to a religion burned.
Peace will be destroyed.
It is impossible to avoid.
Unrest on steroids.

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

You want to trust and be trusted.
But you have no understanding of a culture.
You disrespect it everyday.
You create martyrs by your mistakes.
With every action you make it just escalates.
Fear spreads like fire in a very drought ridden forest.
Let me ask you how do you plan on exactly putting out?

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

You must get out.
It was never your responsibility.
We are not the divinity.
We are not here to save you.
With so much blood on our hands how can we still be wearing that cape?
Do we not understand what is at stake?
We just continue to create pure hate.

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

Greed is why we are sending our soldiers away from home.
Controlling chaos.
A symphony of stealing while their not looking.
If we are their long enough soon or later we will corrupt.
And that´s just little messed up.

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

Slavery can be bought and sold.
Back door deals.
A fake government at least thats the way the people feel.
And are they really that off target?
After all they are the are people.
A pulse beating, breathing life into their own country.

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten...,
Yes they are already dead, stale, and rotten.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Attitude

Kids kind of dirty and a light on you
But talk, talk, talk is all you can do
You want to know how to play a game of show and tell
But youre just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
You got to get off on yourself
And give them that attitude
You got shrink wrap rap and a prefab smile
Too much substance, not enough style
You got your new age voodoo, but that wont help
cause youre just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
So you got to get off on yourself
And give it the attitude
Now that youre ok and Im ok
Decide to have it out or to get away
If I didnt believe every word I say
I wouldnt be the man that I am today
It aint no secret, it dont take money
So give it to yourself, in a way its funny
Just try to do right, and it comes right through
Dont care about the donts and dos
If you want to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
You got to get off on yourself, stay up on yourself
Get yourself an attitude
Its the way you walk and the way you talk
And the way you do everything you do
You got the attitude

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Ive Been Kicked Around

Well Ive been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Im alright
I once had a heart
I was ripped from it
Chewed up then spat out
Like a cherry pit
And if I seem a little hard
Its just that Ive been kicked around
I dont know how I got this far
The way that Ive been kicked around
Uh huh
Well Ive been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Am I alright?
Well Ive been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Am I alright?
I once had a soul
It was torn from me
I wont cry a tear
I will carry me
And if I seem a little hard
Its just that Ive been kicked around
I dont know how I got this far
The way that Ive been kicked around
Dont worry, Im all right
So if I seem a little hard
Its just that Ive been kicked around
I dont know how I got this far
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around

song performed by by Eels
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You Give Intelligent Life a Bad Name

You give intelligent life a bad name.
Your behavior is quite ignorant...
And you display it without any shame.
A daily deposit of snide comments,
Seems a trend you send with ease.
And those you subject,
To disrespect unsuspectedly...
Aren't amused and far from pleased.

At least in public...
Your actions aren't received!

You give intelligent life a bad name...
For attention that's obviously apparent.
But no one who observes you,
Acting with such disgust...
Find fault at all with your parents?

They probably waited until you slept,
Packed their bags and left,
You alone!
Who made you believe
An attitude like yours
Was ever acceptable or condoned?

You give intelligent life a bad name.

Are you an experiment...
From another time unknown?
Or have you been around
Being an obnoxious clown,
Reflecting social patterns
No one admits...
In this 'town'
Are quite like our own! ?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defying The Odds

Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.

Faith and promise with hard work,
Motivates a determination.
Taking initiative proves its worth.
And one who sweats gets what's best.

Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.

And those naysayers,
With their bitter bittened lips...
Appear more embarrassed,
By the spreading of their negative gossip quipped.

Faith and promise with hard work,
Motivates a determination.
Taking initiative proves its worth.
And one who sweats gets what's best.

Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Pay To Deceive

You know what has been made easy,
For many people to do?
Make declarations about others that are not true.
Then to have people convinced about it too.
Without the one chosen and selected to be defamed,
Knowing a thing about who has brought them shame.

Until those who believed that would advantage from this,
Are eventually discovered to become physically limited.
Or mentally sick.
If not witnessed to be suffering from both.
It doesn't pay to deceive,
With beliefs an accomplishment will be received.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes A Pauper Knows A Pauper

Yes a pauper knows a pauper.
And what they do.
Living on the city streets.
In snow or heat.

And when the rain pours down,
These people don't scatter to scoot.
With attitude.

Yes a pauper knows a pauper.
And what they do.
Living on the city streets.
In snow or heat.

Yet a hope most know,
For them...
Is leaning on,
Mean scenes.
In desperation.
Mean scenes...
To demean.

Yet a hope most know,
For them...
Is leaning on,
Mean scenes.
In desperation.
Mean scenes...
To demean.

And the streets they live on for them,
Will never be...
Good friends,
In the end!

Yes a pauper knows a pauper.
And what they do.
Living on the city streets.
In snow or heat.

And the streets they live on for them,
Will never be...
Good friends,
In the end!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Ever Call Here Again

Why did I call?
You have been on my mind.
You are there most of the time,
With thoughts of wishes
I hope you are fine.

Why is it you?
Doesn't my call to you provide a clue?
Perhaps one day,
Out of the 'blue'...
You will call me too!
Instead of seeming to be annoyed.
And giving me attitude!

'Yeah...
But you've called me five times in ten minutes.
You have the wrong number!
How long has it been since you have spoken to your mother? '

Mom I know this is you!
I apologize for not calling in twenty years.
I have fallen on hard times...
And I need your assistance.

'That's unfortunate, young man.
The only son I had told me to mind my business.
He moved out over twenty five years ago!
And I know that could not be you...
Because the last time I called 'him'
He told me where to go!
I went!
And my life has been wonderful ever since!

I would give you his number...
But I have forgotten his name!
I have forgotten I have had any children at all.
And I bet 'if' you were in my shoes,
You would do the same.

When you find your mama...
Give her a hug for me, baby!
And as for you...
Don't ever call here again.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Dont Give a Sh*t

You are kings and queens and i'm a servant
I don't give a sh*t...we're all gonna die anyway
The same...Rotten and degrading to crumbs
Eaten by the earth that made us ourselves
We are part of the recycling process
Someday we are going to be sh*t.
But again I still don't give a sh*t about that
Have fun as nobles. I'll have fun as a farmer
Have fun as a tycoon. I'll have fun as a seafarer
Have fun as a someone. I'll have fun as a no one.
Ill put some music on. I do not care about what you blurt
'God i'm so hurt! ' But still i don't give sh*t or crap about...
What you do. Beg and whine then! It's your life
So I still don't give a sh*t about you.
You are my son. I still don't give a sh*t.
You are my wife.I still don't give a sh*t.
You are my God. I still don't give a sh*t.
You made me freewill and so freewill makes me.
It directs me.
It gives me direction to never give a sh*t about you.
I do not care because you won't care about me at all.
Would you even stand by me until when I get old and lonely?
The time where I cannot sh*t by myself and you'll do it?
I know you won't give a sh*t about it so
Why bother give a shit about you?

poem by Ben Henry Baang
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Yours Seem To Be On Your Shoulders

At times your tongue,
Seems ready to spit fire.
Why so quick,
To expose and display...
Such an attitude laced,
With embitteredness?

'Well,
Let's see.
Maybe it is residue left over,
From the years I have experienced...
Being a Black man.
Who knows?

And maybe...
Just being a human being around those,
Who have chosen to follow along...
Like programmed robots when I am not.
And I am reminded of those times...
When pretentions were easily spotted.'

And today?

'Today?
No one cares.
Most eyes are focused on exposed butts.'

And this reality makes you disgruntled?

'Of course it does.
Even though I am told,
I have a butt of a nineteen year old.'

By who?

'Nevermind.
Who's behind is it? '

And today...
Yours seem to be on your shoulders!

'Like I said...
It is mine to flaunt.
Whether or not it is on my shoulders.
I am in no attitude to conduct a random survey.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Send All Of It Back

Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.

Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
I've comprehended mistakes,
And misunderstandings done.
No longer am I in punishment,
For mending those wrongs I've overcomed.
Forgiveness was given.
Apologies received.
Purpose, reason or causes of effects...
I am not going to research with consistent regret.

To persist to saddle dead horses to beat...
Are issues others may wish to revive.
But myself I will not weep in sobs...
To keep revolving,
Pain I've resolved.

Send all of it back.
All of that felt negativity descending.
Stop its intended attempts,
To invade my peace and privacy.
What happened in times passed...
My heart refuses to get involved!

Take it away.
Back to where it originates.
To leave me free,
Of wickedness sent.
I will not allow it to compete,
With my quiet sentiments released.
Received and understood.
To nourish as I should.
And will.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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