Successfully Overqualified
Now that I find myself successfully overqualified...
There has been a boost to my morale and self confidence.
I remember the days,
When I had not been qualified at all.
After passing tests and being scrutinized,
By everyone from the mailroom to the cleaning people...
During 'welcome and greet' visits with prospective employers.
And after the fifth 'final' interview...
My fate was in the hands of someone,
Who feared my abilities would unmask their incompetence.
Today and years later...
I don't have those concerns.
I've learned to do my own 'thing'.
Producing a wealth of insight.
No money.
However...
My insight is priceless.
But...
Always am I available,
For appropriate monetary negotiation.
I can be foolish not stupid!
Now that I find myself successfully overqualified...
There has been a boost to my morale and self confidence.
And at the rate today's standards are sliding...
My worth has increased in value.
I've been waiting to be asked,
What I would charge for my consultant fees.
And as you can see...
I am torn between delusion,
With a slight hint of being full of myself.
Both of which I currently enjoy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Use of Your Techniques
Remember...
You invited me,
To rank and critique.
As if my ego,
Would find a boost...
By the use of your techniques.
You insisted that I needed this.
And even today I agree I do.
The exposure to such pettiness...
Has kept me feeling blessed,
That what I have to offer
Does not need to pass your tests!
Remember...
You invited me,
To share my abilities.
And not feed from the offerings,
Of a constant flow of mindless BS!
That you claim is among your very best!
Please.
I am not flattered easily,
By insults!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weeping Meter
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
The more you get some pity you sit and solicit it.
With a drive you started in campaign,
And aimed to have a perfect pity party trip.
You've got your buckets ready to collect the slightest drip.
Like an attention getting kitten,
Being petted as it purrs and licks!
That's what you need!
A boost to benefit.
Like the petting of a kitten getting enjoyment out of it.
To get a little bit of stroking before it leaves...
To meander off and drift.
Satisfied and pleased.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interview Process
I was never one,
To sit through an interview process.
When I was asked...
'Why do you wish to work for us? '
My response...
'Give me a reason to want to! '
Here's another one...
'Where do you see yourself,
In the next five years?
My response...
'Not being interviewed,
For a position I'm overqualified for! '
And when test results were revealed...
This was the exchange...
'You have done remarkably well.
In fact,
The position you most qualify for
Was 'just' filled.
We will keep your resumé in our active files.
And if a similar position opens...
You will be contacted! '
Well...
Those active files were usually discarded
In an opened trash can!
My new approach now is this...
'I want to start at least tweny dollars an hour! '
Their response...
'We can't pay that.
I'm not even getting that! '
My response...
'I can understand why you're not getting paid that.
If you can not see I am worth more than that...
I'll be surprised if you're still here...
After someone discovers you were stupid enough,
To let me walk out that door! '
And most companies fail,
For the lack of qualified employees.
Who wants to hire someone smarter than they are?
I knew of folks who trained five years...
Just learning how to file documents alphabetically.
And they have won 'Employee of the Month' awards!
But then again...
None of them 'looked' like me either!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sociopaths Stand Back
People in the middle,
Enjoy keeping their riddles griddled.
And slapped to sizzle nonstop.
While turning up the temperature...
To see who steams a lot!
Just to justify that feeling to boost.
Nobody adjusted and in a right frame of mind,
Sits to feel reduced,
In a seduction they can find.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody wants to stay a loose goose cooked.
For other geese to please.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody carries on their back,
Weighted troubles packed.
To consciously seek a place to bend their knees.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody chooses to sing the blues,
Because they love the melody.
Just to feel that boost.
Although some may elect to fight...
Instead of leaving alone what is known is right.
Sociopaths stand back.
Nobody expresses those needs you feed.
Just to feel that boost.
And trying to justify,
Why their detached caboose is loose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think attacks on civilians in fact boost morale.
quote by Tom Paulin
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Just How Great We Are
By all means...
Do whatever it takes to boost morale.
Lower standards.
To heighten the advantage felt,
By those who feel others...
Performing at peak levels,
Have become threats to a persistent mediocrity...
Kept,
As a thing to honor and praise.
Instead of rewarding achievement at its best,
Let's just ignore that as a bother that annoys...
Like that done by toublesome pests.
And...
With that action that fulfills a satisfaction,
Everyone will then have confirmation,
Just how great we are...
To place our values at the top,
Of all of our priority lists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intrigues
Washing the dishes, slowly, one by one, as
recommended by chakra analysts, the chakra
test reveals I don't trust anyone though I love
them enough, my first three chakras are minus
values while the green heart chakra is normal so
the gurus say I should learn to trust people while
I fiercely believe all people have good intentions
But we are too stupid - our insight too limited - to
carry out those intentions successfully, most think
the end justifies the means and it is not true, no-one
wishes harm upon another except in so far as they
believe in the existence of evil and they are wrong,
don't tell me I must give these beloved idiots carte
blanche to walk all over my heart
Spiritualists say we act in a play to learn what does
not work in life; I prefer to learn through observation
and will only partake in intrigues I already know work
successfully - I am not here to act as a guinea pig in
various scenes learning by trial and error how not to
be selfish and cruel, to understand what people need
instead of forcing my will on them
Everybody suffers from lack of insight while the most
dangerous are the so-called professionals…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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After Today
Woo
Thaaa
Thaaa
Always in trouble
Never to blame
Must be a double
You are the same
Here it comes again
Doing the wrong thing
Forgetting your li..ines
Waiting for something better to shine
Take that same okay
After today, fortune man will find you
After today, they will find you working
After today, youll find the ones youre after
After today, look out, after today
What kind of rescue?
What will you be?
Where can you take it, baby boy? for me
Break that heart for me
After today, the fortune fan will find you
After today, they will fly you away
After today, youll find the one youre after
After today, look out, after today
After today, the fortune fan will find you
After today, they will fly you away
After today, youll find the one youre after
After today, look out, after today
Today
After today
After toda-ay, hey
Look out, after today
Ah, yeah
Look, ah (laughter)
(spoken : I was gettin in to that)
(laughter)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Gimmick Twist
With tried and tired images,
Marketed to boost a drifting morale.
Limits are not given to a gimmick twist.
Used to provide a lift to a sliding confidence...
Shifting from fantasies!
Many bred and thirsting as their realities.
And they must be kept,
In a conformity supporting deceptions believed.
If they are swept into a revealing truth...
Where would this leave,
Those drugged on concepts.
And teased by falsities...
Those behind the scenes,
Are hoping crushes those left...
And out of breath,
To spread the advantages...
Of re-enforcing,
A higher consciousness!
If one should leave their comfort zones...
Where restrictions placed at their doorsteps,
Welcomes an intended implementation...
To distract with an attraction,
To self inflict a mental disease.
Condoned!
Of course...
They will never find their way back 'home'.
Or recognized the cleverness,
Used against them to disturb their rest.
And...
Coming easy and quick!
To appease the taste for conflict of all kinds.
Absorbing,
Independent thinking minds with teases.
Hoping a taste will satisfy an addiction,
With a needless but craved wish...
For a waste that slips from their reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The president requested me to restore order in the national team. I have been designated to be part of the official delegation to Egypt to help boost the morale of our players.
quote by Roger Milla
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Only Those Who Believe They Can
Don't you be afraid,
To boost it up a notch.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
Don't you be afraid,
To give it what you've got.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
Give it what you've got!
Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
By a giving it what you've got!
Only those who believe they can,
Will boost...
It up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confidence
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
When everyone thought the world was flat
Columbus said its round
He went down in history
And america was found
cause
He had confidence
A little thing called confidence
Theres no job too immense when youve got
Confidence
With a c and an o and an n and an f
And an I and a d and an ence
Put em all together and what have you got
Confidence
Youll be surprised what you can do
If you will only try
Remember the tortoise and the hare
Who had that famous race
The speedy hare wound up nowhere
And slow poke took first place
cause
He had confidence
A little thing called confidence
Theres no job too immense when youve got
Confidence
Youll be surprised what you can do
If you will only try
How do you know that you cant ride a rainbow in the sky
Youll be surprised what you can do
If you will only try
All you need is confidence
A little thing called confidence
Theres no job too immense when youve got
Confidence
With a c and an o and an n and an f
And an I and a d and an ence
Put em all together and what have you got
Confidence
Confi ..... confi .... confidence
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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We Have Decided You to Be Overqualified
Ive read sheer nonsense,
Many declare as being great.
And I am also aware of incompetence,
Some never self evaluate.
Since they are hired,
To keep those more aware...
Less involved in their affairs.
'I'm sorry.
We have decided you to be overqualified.
And we seek someone with a 'specific' background,
To fulfill a need we seek to keep around.
We are sure with your multiple skills,
Something more ideal will come along for you.
And one day will be found...
If kept pursued.
But today right now,
There is nothing here in view.
Good luck to you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Ask Your Grandmother
When time comes to replace the old,
With new adventures to address...
Those who are much younger,
Aren't familiar with those 'old' days...
Gone to reminisce to remember them,
Blissfully as perfect in ways to embellish...
By those romanticizing what today they miss.
As if they did not take them 'then' for granted,
With a wish to skip over them to dismiss...
As quickly as they came to leave to be gone!
'Grandpa?
How do you remember your childhood? '
~A lot of stupid people doing stupid stuff.
To leave their stupid mess to be cleaned up,
By those stupid enough to do it.~
'But grandma says,
Those were the best times of her life.
And she is reminded of it,
At least two or three times a week.'
~She did?
Well...
She must be talking about those times,
When stupid people weren't around...
To assist us to get you here.
And every moment we can get,
Incredibly enough...
Is still a pleasure.~
'What do you mean by that? '
~Be patient.
You'll discover that on your own.~
'Will I like it? '
~You will.
As long as you don't enjoy too much of doing it,
With stupid people.
I was lucky to find chemistry.~
'I HATE chemistry.
It's too hard.
I sweat through it all the time.'
~That's the only thing that 'still',
Keeps me liking it.~
'What do you mean by that? '
~Go ask your grandmother.
She will agree.
The sweating done is the best part,
To deliver just what is needed.
For us it is.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delicious Wit! Come On and Get Some of It
Knowing the kind of people they were...
From the time of my birth,
And nourished on their curses.
I've known their taste to spread rumors,
And gossip.
Just to satisfy a craving for maliciousness,
And dirt!
How best could I use this...
To elevate my worth?
Controvesy is a must!
Eccentricness attracts!
Blessed with many gifts...
I would use this to 'sidetrack'!
As I perfected my act!
Very few knew I loved to write.
Even fewer knew I composed.
One or two came in contact,
With my knack for business!
And in my mind I combined all of those!
Right under their noses.
Today I am thrilled,
My skills are exposed.
And those who had not known of my abilities...
Have awakened to find their lips and mouths closed!
But how can I get them to spend their dollars?
Before they realize they have none of those?
How can I get them to open their wallets,
And pocketbooks,
To get that money flow?
I know! !
I'll have myself marketed as a precious gem.
A 'must' have with a price!
An excitement to have...
Quicker than palming and throwing dice!
A work of 'art' and one of 'them'!
'Delicious Wit! Come On and Get Some of It! '
Of course I'll have to pretend,
My ego is offended by this kind of attention!
Flaunting one's ability to manipulate,
Is so passé today!
Humility pays!
I've seen that!
AND...it works!
But I do enjoy the premise...
Of having the naysayers grimace.
Usually they are the first to purchase.
Getting them to discuss something they dislike?
Will send sales through the roof!
And boost my appetite to delight with surprises!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Have to Manifest More Than a Passing Interest
It's been quite sometime since I've breast fed.
Or had my running mucoused nose wiped.
Or had my tears dried because of a neighborhood fight,
With a bully that had one time frightened me!
Soon after my eighteenth birthday,
I voluntered and 'joined' the military.
Feeling patriotic and hypnotized by war,
And doing my part to defend a country we all live in!
While others I knew...
Went on to colleges to pursue a certain greed.
That ego wasn't there for me to feed.
And two weeks after my high school graduation...
I was stripped from my childhood,
Dramatically.
Homesickness?
I've seen some guys try to walk home from bootcamp!
And I did stupid stuff...
Wanting my training instructor to find ways to punish me!
Walking to Connecticut from Texas,
Somehow was not a priority or an appetizer.
Today...
After broken marriages and mucho heartbreak.
Death of loved ones I 'knew' I could not endure.
And having ignorance thrown in my face...
By those who 'still' had no idea of the emotions felt,
I alone had to replace by a craze I successfully kept hidden.
And doing that with the grace from God?
Just to have judgements passed upon me...
Like someone was assigned to do that as if it was their job?
I forgave,
Before I even ate in those days!
I know I have been blessed to have survived much 'mess'.
I'll confess this to anyone who wishes to listen...
You have no idea of those things I've could have said,
But kept them to myself.
And have only 'selected' a few of those experiences,
To share to keep an interest flowing.
Isn't that what writers should do?
To give readers like you an insight?
Something to 'touch' the inside of a mind like mine?
And I will not totally embrace anyone 'inside'.
Not for a tour.
To rate the degree of my sufferings.
I don't keep that on exhibit anyway!
What would be the point?
My writings will hint with vivid 'suggestions'.
That's it!
Anything more than that?
You will have to manifest more than a passing interest.
But don't worry.
There is enough here to keep it coming to you,
For as long as you live!
Because in just this one life I've been given...
I feel I have lived many lifetimes.
None of which I wish to forget!
Making my happiness much more appreciated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, you are right
I struggled to find out
Something was worrying me about
What exactly it can be?
Was it fruit laden trees?
It was greatness to be witnessed
Despite being heavily loaded
Tree gives shed and still does not mind
What more we need to find?
Was this the only question at stake?
Do all the answers seem to me as fake?
It was heartening to note that the question was probed
It might have created odd position for me if question was lobbed
It is pertinent and important to know
It must strike the mind and go
As satisfactory answer with full satisfaction
That is feeling with very good indication
Someone asked me to answer
What can you buy with money?
She was all the way sweet honey
I struggled hard but avoided by saying “hey”
Everything except parents and life
Even beautiful model as wife
She said no to it and further poked
She puffed with cigar and room was smoked
You try sincerely but will not find anything
The money may play part but has to do nothing
I will not be simply carried away
Even if you try to search new way
It is me and no one else
I have my own pulse
My own heart and soul
It makes me weary and senses the foul
I had hard way to convince
I did not want words to be minced
It is up to individual to choose
If one is committed to stand firm and not to loose
But it is more of an argument than a stand
One can boost morale and we can understand
But still many you may find clinging to their views
Only handful may realize and appreciated by few
It is good to have principle stand
That can be freely disclosed to friends
After all relation is not based on some returns
It is to be adjusted and fall for it in turn
But money power is not to be taken lightly
So much is said and written very rightly
It has tremendous power to purchase
People may go mad without it and may be chased
Many might have still illusion about real power
You can see high rise buildings and towers
It has very good shine and people fell for
This is the only temptation easily sought for
I replied by saying “yes you are right”
There should not be any argument or fight
You can not be bought at home for money
You are special entity and not the commodity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Affirmations(2002-2004)
Today, I will get up before my alarm
Today, I won't close my eyes until dusk
Today, I will not get a speeding ticket
Today, I will count this day as a first
Today, I will enjoy the life that has been left to me
Today, I won't frown over the may-have-beens
Today, I won't cry over the should-have-beens
Today, I won't wonder about the could-have-beens
Today, I'll smile.......Today, I'll Laugh.... Today, I'll relax
Today, I won't feel alone because I don't see you
Today, I'll find something new that wasn't true of you
Today, I won't be afraid to look upon a new face
Today, I'll step up and take my place
Today, I won't think about what I've lost
Today, I'll look forward instead of behind
Today, I'll find some piece of mind
Today, I'll hope.... Today, I'll pray... Today, I'll believe
Today, I'll dream as if I always did
Today, I'll wish on a star the way I used to
Today, I'll reach for the heavens and sigh
Today, My heart will start to heal
Today, the biggest miracle is ME.
Today, Yesterday's problems ceased to be
Today, the rain has stopped and the sun has returned
Today, the breath of kindness is found in words
Today, I wonder.... Today, I am a child.
poem by Lillian B. Rose
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With A Praising Of Mediocrity
Why does anyone believe,
Someone's originality...
Can be successfully reproduced.
As if in the doing of theft,
Is one's right and moral obligation.
And people today are left to wonder,
Why their foolishness is accepted as nonsense.
And the seriousness of their abilities,
Is only perceived by those of equal limitation.
With a praising of mediocrity that sickens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven By Delusion
Driven by delusion?
Where did you get that conclusion?
We heard that and chose it to ignore.
Since we know how we arrived.
And persistence did it.
Most times with the pedal pushed to the floor.
With a confidence to approach,
And knock on many doors.
Driven by delusion?
Delusion might have taken the credit.
But we did not sit in stifled reminiscing!
With champagne sipping on caviar dreams!
Are you kidding?
Not one of us tried to find that time.
If you knew how precious to us time means?
Driven by delusion?
We do admit there had been some wishes.
But all of us are aware of this...
A good work ethic could not be dismissed.
And delusion came along for the ride.
Delusion had nothing to do with our drive!
Not a thing to do with this...
Not one bit!
And,
Let me say this...
'IF' you believe any of this was driven by delusion,
You obviously have been fantasized by 'bling'
And not by substance.
Since substance requires one to take control,
With an experience to be behind the wheel!
And none of us has acquired a taste for substitutes.
To waste and use as an excuse.
Choosing to lead.
And not be the ones who followed.
'And,
Just 'who' are the 'we' you refer to? '
Oh...
Apologies!
I always refer to myself in third person!
Especially if the task 'appears' to be more than I can handle!
With 'that' on my mind.
And so far...
I've underestimated myself too often.
But 'never' my abilities!
You have no idea,
How they seem to have a mind of their own!
'I'm learning not to take anything for granted!
Not a single thing.'
Why are you backing away from me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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