Lawrence S. Pertillar - Respect Directed

My bluntness,
Has never been mistaken...
For a beating around the bush.

And I don't slip or slide to hide,
Away from my displeasures.
Or leave one believing I jester or joke.

When I am provoked...
I cuss.
With a respect that is not misdirected.
Only love and respect directed I give.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

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