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Some People Just Want the Attention

You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Scented fresh?
I could care less.
Your attitude is not perfumed!
And I quickly distanced myself from it...
When your presence filled the entire room.

You're too self assured!
And nothing is wrong with that.
But I can not imagine you,
Butt naked with me in the sack!
I am not that submissive.
Although I'm known to be attracted,
To domineering folks who trap.
Being hunted and captured...
With sweat pouring down my back.

Yes,
I'm prone to fantasize.
But reality snaps me away from that!

If you softened your eyes,
And licked your lips.
Sat quietly and portrayed...
There was 'something' in your life you missed.
If you spoke in a whisper instead of shouting in a bark...
And pretended I had 'command'
You could have me AND my heart!
But...
You just want to tease!
As if I am here to notice it.

You're too snooty,
For me to want your booty.
Even if you approached me...
I'd teach you a lesson or two!

'You!
Yes...
YOU!
When you are through...
I'm over here! '

Some people just want the attention,
All to themselves!
I thank God I'm not like that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclusive Booty

Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.

Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.

Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.

And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.

Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.

And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
But...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.

Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.

Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type

I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.

And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
Those who were comfortable being who they are...
Were honest with themselves.
And to me this was a priceless possession.

People who talk about their stocks and bonds,
And investments they live on...
I don't fault them for what they believe is security.
People have their values and I respect that.
It is the ones self obsessed who appear to thrive best,
On masquerading their unhappiness....
With a projecting of pretentions the try to hide,
In a shallowness of emptiness.

The 'look-at-me-and-what-I've-got-type'.
You know...
The ones climbing down from their high horses,
Hoping not to be seen at night.
Since today the economy,
Has their mouths and lips shut firmly tight!

Well...
Those who were and 'still' comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Your Duty

Be done with a hook up and go.
Do your duty to the booty,
And satisfy the mood.

Be done with a hook up and go.
And do your duty to the booty,
Don't present an attitude.
Or make excuses for what you choose.

Do your duty to the booty and go!
Whether clothed or nude.
Today folks care less who they screw.
Or spreading diseases and to who!

Be done with a hook up and go.
Do your duty to the booty,
And satisfy the mood.

Be done with a hook up and go.
And do your duty to the booty,
Don't present an attitude.
Or make excuses for what you choose.

Do your duty to the booty,
Whether clothed or nude.
Today folks care less who they screw.
Or spreading diseases and to who!

Do your duty to the booty and go!
And don't present an attitude.
Or make excuses for what you choose.
Today folks care less who they screw.
Or spreading diseases and to who!

Be done with a hook up and go.
Do your duty to the booty,
And satisfy the mood.
Care less about affects,
And what they do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me No More Booty

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Giving me so much,
Makes my head get such a rush.

I can't sustain my game with it!
Or sustain my need to be relieved.
I'm whipped!
Quick.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.

I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
But...
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Your booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.

Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.

You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.

I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.

Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
And boot!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frosted Fruity Booty

Frosted fruity booty breezed,
With fragrant ammunition.
A scented ambition...
To encapture, tease and please,
From eras passed.
Womanly and loving...
Every bit of her qualities.
A smile of pleasure quickly found my lips.
As my eyes laid to rest,
Upon her swaying hips.
And this was not a rehash of fads,
To come and go!
And when she whizzed and left with flair,
Her presence was still in the air.
And it was kept right there.
For amatures to copy!
But this original...
Was hers alone!
And 'that' she made aware!
Preserved,
And in delicious minted condtion!
She and I both knew,
Her persona was not a replica!
And 'where' was she...
When I was quicker 'then',
To lift with abandoned ease?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youthful Steps

I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.
To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
A few youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty...
Is not a challenge.

What is?
And there is nothing complex about it.
But...
I've discovered that an acceptance,
Of the aging process harnesses for me...
A self respect I did not expect I would enjoy.

I know my comments annoy a lot of old folks.
But I aint trying to stay timeless,
With a hip and with it attitude.
Plus...
I am not living with a wish to have done things,
I did not or could not do.
I've made attempts and will continue.

Although I could,
If I so desired...
To get down and sweat with the best!

But,
I aint trying to get down with the beat,
Or keep it funky for 'nobody'.

To boogey to impress,
I can address with sweat...
Youthful steps,
With a shaking of my booty?
Is stressful.

And poppa don't want to prove,
I can be an aging fool.
Too many are doing that already.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No New Booty Will Be Oopsed

So many people find it hard at night to sleep.
With a feeling they've been duped away,
From a loop loosened...
Someone else has coped to scooped.
And left by a lover,
Creeping to be with another sneaky sleaze.

And there they are...
Living with a distant lover.
Who should not be so distant,
But there to be home with them undercover.
Knowing there is another,
Sharing that lover!

No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.

No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.

So many people find it hard at night to sleep.
And left by a lover,
Creeping to be with another sneaky sleaze.
But...
No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.

No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.

No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Not this time,
With the use of fresh excuses.

No new booty will be oopsed!
No.
Or a duped hoodwinking,
Overused to abuse.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booty-Boo-Doo-The Caboose

I'm not going to hide,
Any love you see this evening.
I'm much too needing on my side...
And I want it known as shown,
I've come with... some pride.

I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.

It doesn't matter if my ladder,
Can get up to reach the roof!

I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.

Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.

Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.

Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.

I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.

Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.

Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.

I want to know,
And I'm excited!

Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.

I want to know,
And I'm excited!

Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rookie Hooked

It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.

It takes fresh eyes,
That doesn't criticize.
Without a judgement passing,
From lips not thinking...
To blurt a crudeness,
Loud with pride

No matter how high people get,
Wishing they could fly...
There will always be a rookie hooked,
With eyes opened wide.

No matter what some people do,
To think they can't be touched.
Their reach is often teachable,
To someone who's not rooted...
To being rude and snooty!

It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.

No matter what some people do,
To think they can't be touched.
Their reach is often teachable,
To someone who's not rooted...
To being rude and snooty!

No matter how high people get,
Wishing they could fly...
There will always be a rookie hooked,
With eyes opened wide.

A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acid 8000

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- its so easy to get acid, you can get it anywhere.
If you dont make your booty move, your booty must be dead
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song performed by by Fatboy Slim
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The Belief System

Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.

Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.

And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.

There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!

It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.

Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Captured

(e lewis)
Easier said than done
I should have known that the best was yet to come
As the object of my affection
Would I dare confess to you?
Fantasies that haunt me
Dreams of how our passions could be set free
Magic nights wed share
I never knew youd care
Quite like you said you did
You captured my heart
How many times did I try to say
It will be easier just to walk away
But at the mercy of my obsession
Didnt dare confess to you
How I long for you to want me
To my fantasies you hold the key
Passions that wed share
I never knew youd care quite like you said you did
You captured my heart
You dazzled me blind
Oh were flying high
A perfect love to find
You captured my heart
Oh please say you want to stay with me forever
How I long to kiss your lovely face, pretty baby
Every night you haunt my dreams
Theres no need to fantasize, youre here with me
Since I captured your heart
Captured captured my heart
Captured my heart
Captured captured my heart
Captured my heart
Captured captured my heart
Captured my heart
Captured captured my heart
Captured my heart

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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In The Closet

There is more in the closet,
Coming out of them these days.
More besides clothes, coats...
And those sneaking to get quick booty,
To hide to 'get off'
Like teenagers in a rage.

Not too many today,
Care who does what to whom.
Except those living in smaller towns...
Where there is nothing else to do,
Other than to test the beds
In their neighbors' bedrooms!

And having sex with pets!
And other kinds of sexual digressions.

'But you didn't hear that from me.
Just in case you're in the mood for steamy gossip! '

There is more in the closet,
Coming out of them these days.
People catching all kinds of sexual diseases.
HIV that can develop into AIDS.

And some folks wish to keep their sneaking discreet!
As they sweat up wetness on strange sheets...
During nighttime sleepovers.
And these same booty buddies,
Who get it on...
During the day,
Do not speak!

'Wassup with that?
But you didn't hear that from me.
Just in case you're in the mood,
For some steamy gossip! '

But folks 'down low' who are in the closet...
Don't have to be that way.
Since it seems everyone wants to be lesbian.
Even those who say they 'aren't' gay!
They just want it strickly on the bottom!
Caring less who tops as a preference.

'And...
You didn't hear that from me.
In case you're in the mood...
For some steamy gossip!
Just keep my name out of it,
And you and I will stay alright!
Aiight?
Later! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Spoke In Coka Mode

Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!

Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.

They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!

Moody.
Broody.
But open her cage,
Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!

Subtle cuddled up.
But a buck on a booty.
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.

They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!

Let her go...
And she becomes a hybrid,
Raged!
He had it kind of rough,
Then he smoothed with age.

They both broke quota.
They spoke in coka mode...
Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!

Ooo poppa locka booty,
Ooma poppah!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booty is just a ghetto expression, and I'm just a booty star.

quote by Richard Pryor
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Just Be Claus

When I think of Santa Claus
A traditional image comes to mind.
But when I shop in some stores
That is not what I find.

No more sleigh and Reindeer's
For him to get around.
He has a plane and helicopter
To get him off the ground.

Rockin' out with a guitar
Or swinging with his sax
Santa is jammin' on the scene
Just wailing to the max.

Santa rides a motorcycle.
Nice, but what's the deal?
Living at the North Pole
He should have a snowmobile.

Santa is famous for his train
So with this there is no distress.
Customers can now choose between
His local or polar express.

There's a Santa with a surfboard
So here's the opinion I'm forming;
If he knows if we've been bad or good
He must know about global warming.

All these items grace store shelves
But at the risk of sounding snooty.
I really wonder if Christmas needs
A singing Santa that shakes his booty.

poem by Edward Iacona
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So Much

I remember
Years back
When I had
Just 25 poems
In my booty
I used to
Look up to
Some of my
Friends
Who had
More than
80 and I
Used to
Wonder:
Oh, my God!
How can they
Write so much!

Now that I
Have more than
500 poems
In my booty,
I realise that
It's not so hard
To write so much
As God has gifted me
Some patience and
Creativity!

(Theme: Writing)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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You May Not Be Able to Feel My Pinch

My reality lived,
Is not yours to claim.
My insights are not like another.
Neither are yours.
But we both can agree...
However we are looking at reality,
There is little room to fantasize
The sting of its clarity.
You may not be able to feel my pinch,
As it is self inflicted.
But I am sure...
You have experienced a kick in the butt!
And that comes to us without description.
Or an invitation you solicit to kiss...
When the kicking of it has been missed!
Either way,
I recommend as a hint...
Do not make neither of those actions,
An accepted routine.
You will just get stuck going nowhere...
Seeking an increase of volunteers.
And many will have their boots tied and ready.
Tempers are on the edge!
So I would step lightly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ocean, The

i got a thing for fish with no eyes
Who swim deep in the sea
With nothing to see
I've got a thing for mountians of sand
Left all to their own
To quietly stand
Won't you help me now...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...the ocean
I got a thing for mermaiden tails
Swim naked with me
Your hair of seaweed
I got a thing for sunken shipwrecks
With booty of gold
I don't care if it's wet
Won't you help me now...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...the ocean
I don't need no air.

song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Ugly Moods

Correction!
I did not say you were ugly.
Not in a physical way.
I meant you had ugly moments.
And you seem to bring them,
With you everyday.

No one denies,
You have looks for the eyes.
And if you kept your mouth shut sometimes...
You will find me more in your presence.

But it is your attitude,
That keeps me distanced.
And right now you are not being pleasant.
This is not the 'essence' I expected.
I am honest like that.
Do you want me to lie?

I did not say you were ugly.
You do have ugly moods.
And I can get very ugly myself...
That is how I recognize
That 'thing' I despise,
In you!
I do.

And two like us sharing that ugliness,
Do not need to be in the same room to feud.
I do not have to prove,
I can get uglier than you!
Even though that would be a challenge.

When you get through being so ugly...
Without your lips hanging down,
That's when I will come back around!

Have a good day!
Right now...
That is all I wish to you to say!
And yes...
You can be,
Very disagreeable and quite ugly!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Just Want the Attention

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Exclusive Booty

The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type

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Give Me No More Booty

Frosted Fruity Booty

Youthful Steps

No New Booty Will Be Oopsed

Booty-Boo-Doo-The Caboose

Rookie Hooked

Acid 8000

The Belief System

Captured

In The Closet

They Spoke In Coka Mode

Just Be Claus

So Much

You May Not Be Able to Feel My Pinch

Ocean, The

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