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Pack That Sadbag Get Up
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Pack That Sadbag Get Up

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

How many times have you said,
You're tired of feeling defeat?
How many people,
You tell this when you meet?
How many downs can be found,
On your search for more?
You've got to pack that sadbag get up.
No one is waiting for an explanation that bores!

It's not doing a thing,
To pull on heartstrings!
Pack that sadbag get up!
It's doing nothing to bring,
A thing to make you sing.
Pack the sadbag get up!
Get up on your feet...
And stand on the floor!
You're the last one here,
Who hasn't gone through...
The opened door like the others before.
Pack that sadbag get up!
That act you've perfected is being ignored! ?

How many times have you said,
Go away don't bother me?

How many times will you find to play the fool?
You may be doing it for something greater...
Maybe something to someone to prove?
But...
How many times will you find to play the fool?
I'm the last one to care about you.
And the only one it seems like too!

How many times have you said,
You're tired of feeling defeat?
How many people,
You tell this when you meet?
How many downs can be found,
On your search for more?
You've got to pack that sadbag get up.
No one is waiting for an explanation that bores,
Anymore.

How many times will you find to play the fool?
You may be doing it for something greater...
Maybe something to someone to prove?
But...
How many times will you find to play the fool?
I'm the last one to care about you.
And the only one it seems like too!

I'm the last one to care about you.
And the only one it seems like too!
The last to say to you, babe...
I wont allow myself to be used!

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