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—and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of cypresses, is what I wish to prove. When you and I were first in love we drove to the borders of Connacht and entered a wood there. Look down you said: this was once a famine road. I looked down at ivy and the scutch grass rough-cast stone had disappeared into as you told me in the second winter of their ordeal, in 1847, when the crop had failed twice, Relief Committees gave the starving Irish such roads to build. Where they died, there the road ended and ends still and when I take down the map of this island, it is never so I can say here is the masterful, the apt rendering of the spherical as flat, nor an ingenious design which persuades a curve into a plane, but to tell myself again that the line which says woodland and cries hunger and gives out among sweet pine and cypress, and finds no horizon will not be there.
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That the Science of Cartography Is Limited
When Rome fell down, Don Newton with his flashing blade Took over. He marched the corridors of Table Tennis power For more than fifty years. And graced a multitude of committees with his Presence. As Mister NALGO, Don constructed A glorious empire Of countless teams At many a venue: Down Pasture Street, In Weelsby, Yarra, Knoll, Electric Club, Saint James... To name a few. Amassing titles and cups From every division Of the Grimsby League: A roll of honour too long to recall, Now stretching to the horizon. No fancy sponge, reversed rubber, Or long-pimples for our Don. Give him a plain old Barna bat, Devoid of sponge, short-pimples out, To give that ball a mighty clout. The simple things in life Were all he wished: A pint of mild, Or game of chess, Would always go down well. This table tennis granddad knows the score, And takes his leisure now, Contented as The sun goes down. Paul Butters
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Don Newton
Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s hot as fire. Snooty Rudy Leaves a lot to be desired. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s better than us all Silly Rudy He’s heading for a big fall. Rudy always thinks He’s the star of every game Rudy never gets The joke hidden in his name. He looks up on life As someone else’s duty. Someone must pay the piper But it is never Rudy. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s hot as fire. Snooty Rudy Leaves a lot to be desired. Rudy never gets the check When he goes out to eat. When people rise to clean He always keeps his seat. Rudy doesn’t like to stir From a relaxing chair. Look around when work is done, Rudy is never there. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s better than us all Silly Rudy He’s heading for a big fall. Rudy likes to join Committees for charity causes But when the work is done Rudy only pauses. He’s there for congratulations But not for sweat and toil. ***** hands are beneath his station. Never a smidgen of soil. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s hot as fire. Snooty Rudy Leaves a lot to be desired. Snooty Rudy Thinks he’s better than us all Silly Rudy He’s heading for a big fall.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
SNOOTY RUDY
Be home before the street lights comes on. Don't make me come looking for you. If I have to tell you again, you're not going to like it. Don't make me get up out this chair.. Schools, must think money grows upon a tree. Yell, at your mother again. Don't make me get my belt. Get me a switch of the tree. Whew!-things the old school parents stated to that child. Comments, many cuddlers of sympathy wouldn't understand. Your job raised and nurture children's into responsible adults. Crying , I'm a single mother holds no truth for those that accomplished raising them nicely into great adults. Excuses, excuses seem to be the nod of parents today. Who seem more intimidated of child's protected services? Then old school parents gave you options to call them and didn't care if they took you away. Cause in truth, it was more for your protection. For old school parents didn't play. You learned to respect adults. You learned when to and not to talk. Excuses, excuses, we hear the young parents uses today. Make even kids of old school parents have more respect for the way they was raised. Church, wasn't an option in dad eyes. Even if he regularly didn't attend church. He made sure the kids got up and rise. It kept mother on his side. And if he attended church, he could see the joy in your mother's smile. Too many excuses us used by parents today. Then back in days of old the responsibility was a total group of committees. Mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers and yes, even there or not there fathers. Along with aunts and uncles that held reign of reeling you in before trouble begin. Then ,those were the days that many reflects upon.
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Those Were The Days
Be home before the street lights comes on. Don't make me come looking for you. If I have to tell you again, you're not going to like it. Don't make me get up out this chair.. Schools, must think money grows upon a tree. Yell, at your mother again. Don't make me get my belt. Get me a switch of the tree. Whew!-things the old school parents stated to that child. Comments, many cuddlers of sympathy wouldn't understand. Your job raised and nurture children's into responsible adults. Crying , I'm a single mother holds no truth for those that accomplished raising them nicely into great adults. Excuses, excuses seem to be the nod of parents today. Who seem more intimidated of child's protected services? Then old school parents gave you options to call them and didn't care if they took you away. Cause in truth, it was more for your protection. For old school parents didn't play. You learned to respect adults. You learned when to and not to talk. Excuses, excuses, we hear the young parents uses today. Make even kids of old school parents have more respect for the way they was raised. Church, wasn't an option in dad eyes. Even if he regularly didn't attend church. He made sure the kids got up and rise. It kept mother on his side. And if he attended church, he could see the joy in your mother's smile. Too many excuses us used by parents today. Then back in days of old the responsibility was a total group of committees. Mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers and yes, even there or not there fathers. Along with aunts and uncles that held reign of reeling you in before trouble begin. Then ,those were the days that many reflects upon.
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How many are there? I doubt anyone is aware At least half the population; A fact that should really scare And yet decades go by And they still don’t awaken And now our trust in them Is powerfully and fatally shaken. It’s the Narcissistic Generation And it could mean the death Of freedom and democracy With one last dying breath Because like most committees The members are the kind of jerks Who want all the goodies But will not ever do the work. We have a country of slackers Who were raised to be spoiled fools Who want all the structure made But will not pick up one tool. So if this country falls apart And becomes a dream of history For me and people like myself It will be no amazing mystery. The USA will falter silently And maybe fall over and die And none of the people responsible Will admit they’re the reason why. It will not be done by foreigners The way warmongers always cried. Instead it will be by malingerers; Self-inflicted by the dunces inside.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
STUPID PEOPLE
Part 1 The snooze button empowers me to the veto the day However some Congressional sub-committees on time and financing appear to be overriding my action Part 2 I have played with clouds I have seen moons drop past the horizons of distant worlds I have talked to Solomon, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, Siddhartha, the Dalai Lama, all of his incarnations, Gandhi, Ben Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and soldiers returning home from countless wars And I have been disappointed thousands of times because you have awoke me before I was fully enlightened Part 3 You should have warned me before I said something stupid Why don't you ever signal me before I over draw my checking account You could of let out some kind of peep telling me that the dog was about to crap on the floor You are good for nothing Part 4 It needs to be over between us I am in love with pillow
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Alarm Clock
Arnold my dearest friend was 82 his soul has made a transition through sands and vast oceans to another dimensional paradise he was chatty and I quiet he was white and I black he was old and I young he was a man and I a woman bonded with zest and humour Arnold was strict and perfect we met at local debating club where we polished speeches the little gems of impromptu and the daunted evaluations charming and complimentary with an adventurous heart and the pleasing easy spirit of playfulness and success Arnold and his plentiful gang of competitive read speakers always told me to slow down I was a post-graduate trainee wanting to brush my confidence way back then when I stumbled on that working men club in the company of grey hairs organised in eventful committees Arnold saw roles changed when after five long years I was an elected president the transformation of time following radio interviews back then when career drove the foundations of many blocks of habitual repetition and sweat of sifting grime from the fire Arnold always warmed up to me kissed me on the  rosy cheek he changed cars like clothes and loved his dearly wife to bits he has left a scent around my life of a hope to love and build family an ardent piano player and traveller no wonder that church was so full abundant with fond memories
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
Rest In Peace Arnold
If you would like to run a country And run it with an iron fist While thumbing your nose at democracy, Then keep in mind the following list: One. Once you're in office, Defy the voters that you'd been wooing By doing some of the things that you Criticized your opponent for doing. Two. Demonize the media. Accuse them of grossly distorting The truth. Call them the enemy, And give no credence to what they're reporting. Three. When matters don't go your way, Resort to alternative facts and choose Disinformation as the best way To strengthen your base with far-fetched views. Four. Give alt-right nationalists Top positions on your team And then belittle those who say That your advisers are too extreme. Five. Meet with the FBI To clarify your expectations. Tell them that they should knock down stories And change ongoing investigations. Six. Pressure heads of intelligence Investigative committees to call Reporters to tell them to alter reports. Tell them "To hell with protocol!" Seven. Downplay the roles of foreign Countries in helping you win the race. Discourage further investigations By saying they're totally out of place. Eight. Follow the expert advice Of Vladimir Lenin, who would say, "A lie told often enough Becomes the truth." That works today. Nine. Belittle judges and courts; Belittle even allies and friends. Stick your foot in your mouth even more When you try to make amends. Ten. It helps to criticize The CIA and FBI. Intimidate and discredit them, And hang the agencies out to dry. Eleven. Chip away at people's Rights. Try to make them believe That what you are doing is for their own good. Remind them that the press can deceive. Twelve. Continue campaign rallies To stroke your ego; to prove you're liked. Cover up the fact that your Disapproval ratings have spiked. A master con artist will know How to take information and spin it. He needs to find a gullible mind, And "There's a sucker born every minute." - by Bob B (2-26-17)
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
How to Destroy a Democracy: A Twelve-Step Plan
If you would like to run a country And run it with an iron fist While thumbing your nose at democracy, Then keep in mind the following list: One. Once you're in office, Defy the voters that you'd been wooing By doing some of the things that you Criticized your opponent for doing. Two. Demonize the media. Accuse them of grossly distorting The truth. Call them the enemy, And give no credence to what they're reporting. Three. When matters don't go your way, Resort to alternative facts and choose Disinformation as the best way To strengthen your base with far-fetched views. Four. Give alt-right nationalists Top positions on your team And then belittle those who say That your advisers are too extreme. Five. Meet with the FBI To clarify your expectations. Tell them that they should knock down stories And change ongoing investigations. Six. Pressure heads of intelligence Investigative committees to call Reporters to tell them to alter reports. Tell them "To hell with protocol!" Seven. Downplay the roles of foreign Countries in helping you win the race. Discourage further investigations By saying they're totally out of place. Eight. Follow the expert advice Of Vladimir Lenin, who would say, "A lie told often enough Becomes the truth." That works today. Nine. Belittle judges and courts; Belittle even allies and friends. Stick your foot in your mouth even more When you try to make amends. Ten. It helps to criticize The CIA and FBI. Intimidate and discredit them, And hang the agencies out to dry. Eleven. Chip away at people's Rights. Try to make them believe That what you are doing is for their own good. Remind them that the press can deceive. Twelve. Continue campaign rallies To stroke your ego; to prove you're liked. Cover up the fact that your Disapproval ratings have spiked. A master con artist will know How to take information and spin it. He needs to find a gullible mind, And "There's a sucker born every minute." - by Bob B (2-26-17)
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I've felt stress Daily. But the load has never this bad, baby My head is pounding My stomach is twisting and burning I want to wake up in your arms I want to be reminded every morning that you're there to save me From myself But I can't save the world in bed with you I'm getting everything I want But I can't have it all together My head is cloudy Worries flying to the forefront of my consciousness Each stressor fighting for my attention My shoulders aren't broad enough to carry the load It's spilling from my eyes And landing on the corners of your perfect mouth I try to localize the pain within my arms' reach So nobody else gets hurt But you've stepped into my arms And I'm letting you taste it from my lips What do I want? Without the factors? I want to come home to you every day Starting right now But I can't...without changing your well-established life And I don’t expect you to follow me But I pray to God that you wait for me As I pack my schedule Work tens of states away Study with hundreds of miles in between us I hate feeling like I'm choosing this over you Truth is, I want to stay with you more than any of this. When I’m with you There’s no way to fail and nobody to disappoint You’re safe and I WANT TO STAY HERE My heart is telling my head, stomach--every part of me That I want you this summer and always But I'm working and studying for more than myself and even for you—my favorite part of life In Maine I truly feel like I'm contributing to science, toward a cure for glaucoma As an optometrist, I'll be able to help thousands of patients see the world I can't possibly be in this for the money, either I'm taking so many hits in the process of trying to make the biggest impact I can on this world I’m a bundle of insecurities with a bizarre responsibility to use what little I have to make lives after mine better It’s why I pick so many battles Care so much about politics Organize all of these committees Kiss babies and stare off into their futures Decide to uncomfortably go out and softly tell my truths It’s why I chose to be a scientist and a doctor. But it’s costing us—and it kills me that it’s costing you, too. You’re a main character in this crazy, transitional chapter of my life And I hope you’ll stay for the rest of my book.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Our Book
I've felt stress Daily. But the load has never this bad, baby My head is pounding My stomach is twisting and burning I want to wake up in your arms I want to be reminded every morning that you're there to save me From myself But I can't save the world in bed with you I'm getting everything I want But I can't have it all together My head is cloudy Worries flying to the forefront of my consciousness Each stressor fighting for my attention My shoulders aren't broad enough to carry the load It's spilling from my eyes And landing on the corners of your perfect mouth I try to localize the pain within my arms' reach So nobody else gets hurt But you've stepped into my arms And I'm letting you taste it from my lips What do I want? Without the factors? I want to come home to you every day Starting right now But I can't...without changing your well-established life And I don’t expect you to follow me But I pray to God that you wait for me As I pack my schedule Work tens of states away Study with hundreds of miles in between us I hate feeling like I'm choosing this over you Truth is, I want to stay with you more than any of this. When I’m with you There’s no way to fail and nobody to disappoint You’re safe and I WANT TO STAY HERE My heart is telling my head, stomach--every part of me That I want you this summer and always But I'm working and studying for more than myself and even for you—my favorite part of life In Maine I truly feel like I'm contributing to science, toward a cure for glaucoma As an optometrist, I'll be able to help thousands of patients see the world I can't possibly be in this for the money, either I'm taking so many hits in the process of trying to make the biggest impact I can on this world I’m a bundle of insecurities with a bizarre responsibility to use what little I have to make lives after mine better It’s why I pick so many battles Care so much about politics Organize all of these committees Kiss babies and stare off into their futures Decide to uncomfortably go out and softly tell my truths It’s why I chose to be a scientist and a doctor. But it’s costing us—and it kills me that it’s costing you, too. You’re a main character in this crazy, transitional chapter of my life And I hope you’ll stay for the rest of my book.
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Though you lose, thus becoming an intimate as a lover or friend, brother or sister, parent, you will always lose through attrition or accident. We know that 9/11’s are attrition and love is always an accident, because we reap what we sow, and never choose whom we love. Attrition is the rain, forming from pressure within the skies, high and low temperatures at Armageddon: yin and yang becoming earth’s tears. Accident is the rain, vilifying the evil of being from these two lessers of the skies, love is sought but never found or found at odd places: yin and yang becomes earth’s joy. Thus, rain is a lie, liar, lying, saying joy and love at the same time. But love is not from this world. It is not recognized, but named… “No” to the world’s belligerence. We know love is expressed by this action, yes… Thus, it’s not a lie. Love cannot be otherwise or we would’ve never crucified the Savior or our true loves for the world… Love cannot exist naked. It is always ready to be whipped, strangled, maimed as Jesus or a twice victimed Iraqui, the third world or as Salvadore Allende.* But I love the rain despite my self. It is within the reach of definitions but not confirmations. So, love like rain cannot be held hostage by human view nor divine postage. I love as it rains, I rain as I love. From here, in my prayer, let my love of rain be love. *Found in Voices of a People’s History of the United States, by Howard Zinn and Anthony Arnove, and the now canonical historical work of the United States by the same Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States: “Watergate had made both the FBI and the CIA look bad---breaking the laws they were sworn to uphold, cooperating with Nixon in his burglary jobs and illegal wiretapping. In 1975, congressional committees in the House [of Representatives] and Senate began investigations of both the FBI and CIA…It was also learned from the investigation that the CIA---with the collusion of a secret Committee of Forty headed by Henry Kissinger—had worked to ”destabilize” the Chilean government headed by Salvadore Allende , a Marxist who had been elected president in one of the rare free elections in Latin America.” (pp.554). For a more balanced view on the complicity of Kissinger and his role in U.S foreign policy, moreover his role in the death of Allende, see or read the acclaimed movie or book: The Trials Henry Kissinger.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
From Here
Though you lose, thus becoming an intimate as a lover or friend, brother or sister, parent, you will always lose through attrition or accident. We know that 9/11’s are attrition and love is always an accident, because we reap what we sow, and never choose whom we love. Attrition is the rain, forming from pressure within the skies, high and low temperatures at Armageddon: yin and yang becoming earth’s tears. Accident is the rain, vilifying the evil of being from these two lessers of the skies, love is sought but never found or found at odd places: yin and yang becomes earth’s joy. Thus, rain is a lie, liar, lying, saying joy and love at the same time. But love is not from this world. It is not recognized, but named… “No” to the world’s belligerence. We know love is expressed by this action, yes… Thus, it’s not a lie. Love cannot be otherwise or we would’ve never crucified the Savior or our true loves for the world… Love cannot exist naked. It is always ready to be whipped, strangled, maimed as Jesus or a twice victimed Iraqui, the third world or as Salvadore Allende.* But I love the rain despite my self. It is within the reach of definitions but not confirmations. So, love like rain cannot be held hostage by human view nor divine postage. I love as it rains, I rain as I love. From here, in my prayer, let my love of rain be love. *Found in Voices of a People’s History of the United States, by Howard Zinn and Anthony Arnove, and the now canonical historical work of the United States by the same Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States: “Watergate had made both the FBI and the CIA look bad---breaking the laws they were sworn to uphold, cooperating with Nixon in his burglary jobs and illegal wiretapping. In 1975, congressional committees in the House [of Representatives] and Senate began investigations of both the FBI and CIA…It was also learned from the investigation that the CIA---with the collusion of a secret Committee of Forty headed by Henry Kissinger—had worked to ”destabilize” the Chilean government headed by Salvadore Allende , a Marxist who had been elected president in one of the rare free elections in Latin America.” (pp.554). For a more balanced view on the complicity of Kissinger and his role in U.S foreign policy, moreover his role in the death of Allende, see or read the acclaimed movie or book: The Trials Henry Kissinger.
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If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body chalk in the street the whole family meets at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Death City
These latencies Of mine and yours, At an mph speed, Can only drag so much. Up-and-coming causes Of committees without agencies Of time and power, It unfolds precariously. It struck me that There's no best way To micromanage or multitask, I cannot prioritize a world, The common ground beneath a porcelain vase. So, I'm here to reason In the hapless flow and fluid blast.
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Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 5:08 AM UTC
Season's shivers
Everybody wants a slice of the cake for gods sake make a bigger cake let's all have a bit of the pie. We are being bought,being sold by the men with the folders, the bankers and committees behind doors, secret cities. Everyone wants a slice of the cake. The peasants and farmers the suicidal self harmers the dopeheads and deadheads, the student the impudent the clever the daft Crusoe built a raft and he's coming back for tea the cake has to be bigger or we will get crumbs.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Make more of Monday
By: Cedric McClester Speaker McCarthy? please He has hoof and mouth disease Because he ate the cheese On those Bengazi Committees As he went on to explain It was all for political gain To cause Hillary pain And show her his distain Now let me remind The Speaker is third in line For the presidency you’ll find The Republicans must be blind To think McCarthy a horse’s *** Could ever be up to that task In ignorance they bask Could someone pass the flask Granted he’s one of the boys But that’s what most annoys Given the syntax he employs To the language he destroys But if they think he’s okay Then who am I to say They should find a better way And keep him at bay It’s not hard to figure Why the Republicans Don ‘t get any bigger They lack resolve and rigor And the speaker that they pick Will show us just how sick That they can be real quick Because they are that thick Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
SPEAKER McCARTHY?
. (20 minute poetry) What gives that we lack when we fall through the crack and I drop through the mirror again? It must be he that I see stood back from the crack, the mirror just laughs or could that be me, each imperfection is magnified and the reflection dare I say it is sanctified or should that be mortified? So I pick at it kick at it I am altogether sick of it. And if I squint at it or add a tint or a hint of a smile to it, It mocks me and takes the mick' It's level one, out with the toe hold and put a beveled edge on it, time to be bold. Secret committees to squander, the crack in which through falling I wander. It doesn't make sense to me either neither to you I suspect, But that's what gives when we lack turn our back on the pack and introduce a joker to the deck. So I pick at it kick at it I am altogether sick of it. And if I squint at it or add a tint or a hint of a smile to it, It mocks me and takes the mick' It's level one, out with the toe hold and put a beveled edge on it, time to be bold. Secret committees to squander, the crack in which through falling I wander. It doesn't make sense to me either neither to you I suspect, But that's what gives when we lack turn our back on the pack and introduce a joker to the deck.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Hop
They say the Spirit or Heaven With it 8 Highest Committees Is most fair Having seen this in my own life I vastly believe it to be true We only create karma When we fail to forgive Granted some things seem Truely unforgivable But before you run off Holding on to grudes Screaming out your revenge Remember that Heaven is most fair And if you feel that You shouldn't forgive That's fine But know that the ones who harmed you Will not only walk in your shoes But you will walk in theirs Fully, truely and unaware of it That's why I believe in excuses.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Believe in Excuses
Bodies going down in my city Man I tell you it's ****** No lobbies or committees to combat The epidemic of systemic genocide Man I'm so tired Of losing all my friends to dope ******* shoot it up Snort it like coke All up in their nose If you're into popping pills They got those too ***** lethal but it's legal The government's got you boo Get addicted want to quit it hit the clinic get your fix in a minute Heroin's a game But only the pusha man is in it to win it Cause the dope is slaying Dealers don't give a **** about the implications Of the drugs they slanging Saying man come back I got more of that Homie keep on banging Family trees rearranging due to falling leaves But as long as they stacking stacks They'll perpetuate the perpetual disease The illness is the illest The realness is the realest And if you feel this Tell me what the deal is.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
the illness
Saint Peter do you hear me when I'm prayin' ? If so I hope you know that I ain't playin', I swear to God I mean it when I'm sayin' If there's no ******* in Heaven I ain't stayin' !! I've lived long and now my hair's a grayin' The Golden Rule I've always been obeyin' From the straight and narrow I've never done much strayin' But if there's no ******* in Heaven I ain't stayin' ! I look forward to the glory of the cities, Put together by holy angelic committees Singing praise and holy angelic ditties. But I'll not see it if I don't see no ******* So Saint Peter please hear me when I'm sayin' IF THERE'S NO ******* IN HEAVEN I AIN'T STAYIN' !!!! Can I get an AMEN ?
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
If There's No ******* In Heaven I Ain't Stayin'!
Little men arguing in shabby rooms Meetings, manifestos, revolvers, bombs Informers, spies, social organization Speeches, minutes, dues, What is to be Done? The great cause of the Proletariat Greetings from our good comrades in Smolensk Nihilism, committees, secrecy The thirst for culture is aristocratic Nihilism is the only art of the people Rumors, whispers, clandestine magazines The unification of workers and peasants Resolutions passed in the factory soviet Clenched fists to reject the personal life Electrification and equality Cigarettes, ***** the people’s justice Against the parasitical bourgeoisie Solidarity to destroy the kulaks His poetry reeks of sentimentality Self-centered intellectual decadence The people’s will for the people’s party Education for the twentieth century Lift high the red banner,                                                 fill full the graves
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
The Revolution (a Russia series, 45)
Lawrence Hall, HSG Mhall46184@aol.                          The Several Olympic Committees Sewerage, filth, top-scum, toxins, debris Deadly bacteria, openly-floating poo The pollution of the ages flowing free – (They say the River Seine’s in bad shape too)
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Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 10:43 AM UTC
Men Beating Up Women is Not an Olympic Ideal