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"elitist" poems
I am a Province, a State, a Municipality, and a Region. I am a Soldier, a Pilot, a Minister, and a Legion; I am a black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A French man, American, Canadian, and Roman. I am a rap artist, a singer, a slam poet and guitarist; I dabble in the dark arts accompanied by a Marxist. I'm a barista, a gas man, a secretary, and Tsarina, A King and a Queen and a janitorial cleaner. I am a "lover," a "hater," a "here now" and "there later," I am Luke Skywalker, yet at the same time, Lord Vader. I am a driver, a walker, a rider, a stalker, A conservative liberal and a well-learned straight-talker. I am a salesman and clerk, A criminal and a serf, The proud owner of a weapon that, while it kills, saves the Earth. I am a drinker and smoker, A consumer and broker, A bomb-maker, con-artist, Priest, and interloper. I am a Citizen. Religious and secular, Macrocosmic, molecular, Suit wearing, uncaring, emphatic, irregular, A "packie," a **** a Scrabble fan playing Yahtzee; A Jihadist, sadistic, addicted to Herodotus, History is repeated by the philosopher that thought of us. The eroticist literature towards which we've all lusted; It looks like the bullets machine-gun is busted. Indifferent, ecstatic, illicett, erratic, An infant, a senior, a young man with bad-lip, A black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A Jew and a Christian, a Muslim musician, A monarch, elitist, pro-abortion defeatist, An anarchist, Black Panther, and a rich plutocratic; I am a citizen, And as one, I'm elastic.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am a Citizen.
I am a Province, a State, a Municipality, and a Region. I am a Soldier, a Pilot, a Minister, and a Legion; I am a black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A French man, American, Canadian, and Roman. I am a rap artist, a singer, a slam poet and guitarist; I dabble in the dark arts accompanied by a Marxist. I'm a barista, a gas man, a secretary, and Tsarina, A King and a Queen and a janitorial cleaner. I am a "lover," a "hater," a "here now" and "there later," I am Luke Skywalker, yet at the same time, Lord Vader. I am a driver, a walker, a rider, a stalker, A conservative liberal and a well-learned straight-talker. I am a salesman and clerk, A criminal and a serf, The proud owner of a weapon that, while it kills, saves the Earth. I am a drinker and smoker, A consumer and broker, A bomb-maker, con-artist, Priest, and interloper. I am a Citizen. Religious and secular, Macrocosmic, molecular, Suit wearing, uncaring, emphatic, irregular, A "packie," a **** a Scrabble fan playing Yahtzee; A Jihadist, sadistic, addicted to Herodotus, History is repeated by the philosopher that thought of us. The eroticist literature towards which we've all lusted; It looks like the bullets machine-gun is busted. Indifferent, ecstatic, illicett, erratic, An infant, a senior, a young man with bad-lip, A black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A Jew and a Christian, a Muslim musician, A monarch, elitist, pro-abortion defeatist, An anarchist, Black Panther, and a rich plutocratic; I am a citizen, And as one, I'm elastic.
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Around the table, Literacy discussion turned elitist... Bemoaning some poor Johnny, Son of a plumber who does not read Beyond the practical need, And has no desire to. I stopped to check my sense of what I had just heard... Was transported to a prairie farm; Thought of my Father, then in his eighties Who felt no need and no sense of loss For not having read Shakespeare nor Kant For missing Milton's Paradises and Hemingway, For by-passing Black Elk Speaks and C.S. Lewis. Every morning, he read his Bible; Some nights he read the mail's Motley collection of literature: Ads and politicians and fanatics, Demanding money and his time, But mostly money. "I don't have time to read!" He'd shout when I suggested a novel. What literature he had was in his head, Poems memorized when he was a boy In a two room school, or His own lines, written as a young man, Describing work and friends Long distant now, but still alive In memory. Dad taught me how to read In different literacies and different texts: Nuances of sky to read the weather - What chill or storm or drought was on its way ("Storm's coming, boys! Let's get that hay!"); Cows and calves and bulls, (Which one was sick or well, dry or bred); Ways to diagnose mechanical ailments ("Start with the easiest options first"); Metals, to know which welding rod applied ("Aluminum sags, and cast iron cracks"); Grain, rolled crisp between hard hands, (a test of ripeness); Cement, to blend the perfect mix, ("Clean gravel/sand, no dirt, not too much water!); Conservation, ("Always keep some grain on hand" &   "Keep your fuel above half-tank"). So many literacies... Dad, the Master Reader of them all... No wonder he'd no time for books.
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
RR No Time For Books
Around the table, Literacy discussion turned elitist... Bemoaning some poor Johnny, Son of a plumber who does not read Beyond the practical need, And has no desire to. I stopped to check my sense of what I had just heard... Was transported to a prairie farm; Thought of my Father, then in his eighties Who felt no need and no sense of loss For not having read Shakespeare nor Kant For missing Milton's Paradises and Hemingway, For by-passing Black Elk Speaks and C.S. Lewis. Every morning, he read his Bible; Some nights he read the mail's Motley collection of literature: Ads and politicians and fanatics, Demanding money and his time, But mostly money. "I don't have time to read!" He'd shout when I suggested a novel. What literature he had was in his head, Poems memorized when he was a boy In a two room school, or His own lines, written as a young man, Describing work and friends Long distant now, but still alive In memory. Dad taught me how to read In different literacies and different texts: Nuances of sky to read the weather - What chill or storm or drought was on its way ("Storm's coming, boys! Let's get that hay!"); Cows and calves and bulls, (Which one was sick or well, dry or bred); Ways to diagnose mechanical ailments ("Start with the easiest options first"); Metals, to know which welding rod applied ("Aluminum sags, and cast iron cracks"); Grain, rolled crisp between hard hands, (a test of ripeness); Cement, to blend the perfect mix, ("Clean gravel/sand, no dirt, not too much water!); Conservation, ("Always keep some grain on hand" &   "Keep your fuel above half-tank"). So many literacies... Dad, the Master Reader of them all... No wonder he'd no time for books.
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1. Never enter the pool by the stairs 2. Don’t ever dumb it down 3. Talk to seniors 4. Don’t pose with alcohol 5. Don’t pose with drugs 6. Don’t pose with ******** 7. Don’t make out with ******** on video 8. Don’t make out with anyone on video 9. Eat your vegetables 10. If you can drink your vegetables 11. Don’t ever smoke 12. Read a lot 13. Carry your mom’s groceries (she carried you for 9 months) 14. Know at least 1 good joke 15. Surround yourself with smart people with ambitions in life 16. Don’t wander around with people who don’t know what they’re doing 17. Brush your teeth 3 times a day 18. Read a lot 19. One day learn to dance to cringy *** songs because it’s better than awkwardly sitting on the side by yourself 20. Don’t dress slutty (be as slutty as you want but don’t act it) 21. Be elitist 22. Don’t litter 23. Learn your national anthem 24. Always buy the railway stations in monopoly 25. Try and eat dinner on the table 26. Consent is cool 27. Don’t talk in movies 28. Don’t call people between 11pm-11am 29. Always open the card first 30. Never save the wrapping paper 31. If your wrong mid argument chance your name and move cities 32. Talk to your grandparents more 33. Thank the bus driver 34. Tip the pizza guy 35. Buy a silk robe to sleep in 36. Don’t lie to your doctor 37. Be proud of your music taste 38. Don’t gate crash parties pls 39. Educate ignorant people 40. Look hot for yourself 41. Hookup with people who genuinely give a **** about you 42. Its ok to show up to parties by yourself 43. Watch every good detective movies from 1987 44. Learn to have fun without alcohol 45. Once again cigarettes aren’t cool 46. Don’t sneak onto public transport – buy a ******* nol card 47. Don’t take life too seriously
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Tips to live by
1. Never enter the pool by the stairs 2. Don’t ever dumb it down 3. Talk to seniors 4. Don’t pose with alcohol 5. Don’t pose with drugs 6. Don’t pose with ******** 7. Don’t make out with ******** on video 8. Don’t make out with anyone on video 9. Eat your vegetables 10. If you can drink your vegetables 11. Don’t ever smoke 12. Read a lot 13. Carry your mom’s groceries (she carried you for 9 months) 14. Know at least 1 good joke 15. Surround yourself with smart people with ambitions in life 16. Don’t wander around with people who don’t know what they’re doing 17. Brush your teeth 3 times a day 18. Read a lot 19. One day learn to dance to cringy *** songs because it’s better than awkwardly sitting on the side by yourself 20. Don’t dress slutty (be as slutty as you want but don’t act it) 21. Be elitist 22. Don’t litter 23. Learn your national anthem 24. Always buy the railway stations in monopoly 25. Try and eat dinner on the table 26. Consent is cool 27. Don’t talk in movies 28. Don’t call people between 11pm-11am 29. Always open the card first 30. Never save the wrapping paper 31. If your wrong mid argument chance your name and move cities 32. Talk to your grandparents more 33. Thank the bus driver 34. Tip the pizza guy 35. Buy a silk robe to sleep in 36. Don’t lie to your doctor 37. Be proud of your music taste 38. Don’t gate crash parties pls 39. Educate ignorant people 40. Look hot for yourself 41. Hookup with people who genuinely give a **** about you 42. Its ok to show up to parties by yourself 43. Watch every good detective movies from 1987 44. Learn to have fun without alcohol 45. Once again cigarettes aren’t cool 46. Don’t sneak onto public transport – buy a ******* nol card 47. Don’t take life too seriously
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Is Twitter safe for women? Yes, if they are silent Yes, if they are subservient Yes, if they accept abuse Women aren't supposed to be bold Women aren't supposed to say no Women aren't supposed to complain Men have a right to abuse Men have a right to harass Men need not fear anything Men can do as they please Is Twitter safe for women? Yes, if they ignore **** threats Yes, if they laugh along with men While men make sexist jokes Men are the kings A king is always right A king can mock his queen A king can **** his enemies Why women create such drama? Poor men just want to have fun Privacy is such an elitist concept Consent belongs to the man Men are the more powerful *** The *** that enjoys a right to **** Is Twitter safe for women? Yes, if they forget they have voices Yes, if they forget they exist Yes, if they concede defeat to men
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Is Twitter safe for women?
The streets are clear, we're hydrophobic Hoods propped by hats and socks pulled high; The rain brings peace to the agoraphobic Puddles form moats and clouds fill the sky. Splash, droplets hit the window, chauffeured by the gale outside. Squint your eyes and flash back boats tilt starboard, with the tide. The captain shouts to the decks, paranoid 'Clear the decks and brace for impact' Without turbulence we are disenfranchised Boredom becomes us when we're boring. Shake it off and stare at the dot to dot the residual carving of water as it slides Another droplet falls beside it, parallel it aligns, growling thunder overhead. Without stirring we are robotic workforces Without awaking we are left inside The constructs created for us, by corporate- conglomerate elitist-psychopaths. Two drops of water on the window simmer red with burning anger. Crash lightening sears the sky Rage becomes you, girders melt. The starry night undercurrent, flings us backwards, never up, as democracies which seek to serve sink into a sea of stocks and shares, the wall street journal sits atop the captains lobby, economies were meant to tumble as the working classes fumble for bread, men in suits gaggle and toast to the millions they left for dead. Resistance is futile, when eighty-five of the richest suit owners sit on currency that was meant for the three point five billion who aren’t driven by gluttony.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Chrysalism
No, I'm not a capitalist, a socialist or a communist . I'm not a racist, a fascist or a nationalist. No, I'm not an idealist, a pacifist or a humanist. I'm not a Buddhist, a Taoist or an atheist. No, I' m not an activist, a conspiracist or even an anarchist. Neither elitist nor philanthropist. I am just me, there is no twist. I am simply me, happy to exist, sick of symbols and ideological mist. Open your heart and you will see, it is not me or you, it's we. Symphony in the cacophony. Let's tell the king while on his knee, I am me and we are free and that is how it's gonna be. You have gone too far, oh mighty Czar, but we can break any bar, ist das klar? We are humans, we insist, and from your labels we desist. We are people and we're ****** oh we promise, we'll resist. I am me and I am we. I am you and so is she. We are the leaves of the tree, but what will fall is tyranny We are I, my oh my, and we shall fight until we die. We are I so we can fly. We are I and we stand high. 23/04/12
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
Ist das klar?
On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations Because I'd love to compile a breed of hostile intellectuals Who, I'd imagine, to fall on their knees begging for mercy from their own knowing I am an ineffectual Elitist. Don't mistake my rage for power, as my power no longer exists If you can believe it If that’s how you see it This environment constructed and was destructive towards the continuation of my ego and I am clawing my way out of a pit A time ago I was the terrorist of my own self worth, and now I torture the weak- minded to nourish the hole in me to finally be a whole It's a vicious cycle of how low a being will go to reach a ****** in time The final stage is to reach self acceptance to show, lo and behold silence. where tranquility will obliterate greed and intelligence will revive the need to be free from everyone else's thinking, Morality.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Draped in Dicey Diamonds
YOU aint no gangsta. With a pistol grip pump. ******* underaged girls For money to buy junk. You’re a player for sure. Playin with minds of children is easy. Capitalist pigs like you make me queasy. You smashin the man? Youre jackin off to the sounds of the system, Beatboxin records while the ignorant minds listen. To illusions of grandeur… Your caddy rims rollin. All the while corporations controllin Your mind. YOU aint no gangsta With a pistol grip pump. youre just a **** Prick-average guy Walking a racial divide Elitist **** telling another whitemans lie. To the masses of laborers. Buyin what you be sellin Your notions of success Aint my version of rebellin.
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Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
Sharecropping Your Constructs
Let's sit down together And have a discussion And by that I mean Lots of yelling and cussin To your own opinion You're entitled - that's fine But your view is wrong If it's different from mine If you don't echo my thoughts I don't care what you think You're bad for our country Taking us to the brink Here's the way it is No room for debate And if you don't agree You're deserving of hate Evil, conniving, Dumb or deplorable Lazy, elitist, Whatever - you're horrible Our problems all stem From the other side So much for United We'd rather divide
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Politics for the modern age
Around the table, literacy discussion Turns elitist... Bemoaning some poor Johnny, Son of a plumber who does not read Beyond the practical need, And has no desire to. I stop to check my sense of what I have just heard... Am transported back to a prairie farm And think of my Father, now in his eighties Who still feels no need and no sense of loss For not having read Shakespeare or Kant For missing Milton's Paradises and Hemingway, For by-passing Black Elk Speaks and C.S. Lewis. Every morning, he reads his Bible; Some nights he reads the mail's Motley collection of literature: Ads and politicians and fanatics, Demanding money and his time, But mostly money. "I don't have time to read!" He shouts, when I suggest a novel. What literature he has is in his head, Poems memorized when he was a boy In a two room school, or His own lines, written as a young man, Describing work and friends Long distant now, but still alive In memory. Dad taught me how to read In different literacies and different texts: Nuances of sky to read the weather - What chill or storm or drought was on its way; Cows and calves and bulls - Which one was sick or well, dry or bred; Equipment to diagnose mechanical ailments; Metals to know which welding rod applied; Grain, rolled crisp between his hands, a test of ripeness... Cement to find the perfect mix, So many literacies... Dad, the Master Reader of them all... No wonder he'd no time for books.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
No Time for Books
how tired how tired the caged bird sings before its beautiful neck snaps between the claws of an angry fat cat drool drip drop dripping the ghoulish rubies that snake past its serpent tongue and sizzle when they touch its breast scream like a banshee a women in the throes of **** as the cats sternum breaks between the iron clap jaws of the three headed abomination cerberus guardian of the judicial powers champion of the executive law enforcer of legislative judgement slobbering grasping all encompassing maw envelopes my heart in its wretched gnashing teeth and **** my marrow from my bones with a sharpened gore covered protuberance called security i see the death of my passions in this hellish cycle - abomination birthed from the depths of an elitist mind control - a choke chain on the masses
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
the circle of life?
With the magical banner held high invoking the crocodile rain of oppression by elites of greed by leeches and bacteria, amoebas and suckers oh come all come one, join our revolution against dark powers Oh.. who in rightful mind could refuse off she went to hear hot propaganda of those high and mighty folks who took food from baby's mouth  and live likes kings in our homes fed in Le Cordon Bleu a'la Rouge with lashings of aspic fabrications Without hesitation she swallowed all up, I'm in and I am an Activist show me the culprit, what can I do all for one, one for all, that parasite deserves miseries and doom Easy comrade sister, get to know him and help us do his head in   It's a sport for us that elitist blood sucker just get under his skin for us, let's play his mind and infest his head report back to us, inner knowledge is power and we're fighting a war comrade sister, our hot Activist marched forth on with vim and vigor comrade sister wholly followed her brief though soon saw things weren't as the revolutionaries  presented conflicted and confused she felt pity for a rare icon held in gallows but the majority carries the vote and all is fair in love and red war At her cost and with a wretched heart she gave her all did as she was told and played her part as a true comrade in line Solidarity she give to the fight, was mean and nasty as demanded It's them or us they say and see comrades I give my services to you all No medals for Comrade sister, no epaulette yet earned rather at her cost her privacy invaded and smears throws at her tales of dark deeds and loose morals hung on her in dark corners yet that poor heroine fought and gave so much blood for the cause where is the honour amongst thieves and knaves she did all that was required of her told the lies she was made to tell and played the game as taught stood at the barricades and ****** her guilt and conscience yet they still don't trust her for paranoia rules them all
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
And they Called Her A Moth.....
With the magical banner held high invoking the crocodile rain of oppression by elites of greed by leeches and bacteria, amoebas and suckers oh come all come one, join our revolution against dark powers Oh.. who in rightful mind could refuse off she went to hear hot propaganda of those high and mighty folks who took food from baby's mouth  and live likes kings in our homes fed in Le Cordon Bleu a'la Rouge with lashings of aspic fabrications Without hesitation she swallowed all up, I'm in and I am an Activist show me the culprit, what can I do all for one, one for all, that parasite deserves miseries and doom Easy comrade sister, get to know him and help us do his head in   It's a sport for us that elitist blood sucker just get under his skin for us, let's play his mind and infest his head report back to us, inner knowledge is power and we're fighting a war comrade sister, our hot Activist marched forth on with vim and vigor comrade sister wholly followed her brief though soon saw things weren't as the revolutionaries  presented conflicted and confused she felt pity for a rare icon held in gallows but the majority carries the vote and all is fair in love and red war At her cost and with a wretched heart she gave her all did as she was told and played her part as a true comrade in line Solidarity she give to the fight, was mean and nasty as demanded It's them or us they say and see comrades I give my services to you all No medals for Comrade sister, no epaulette yet earned rather at her cost her privacy invaded and smears throws at her tales of dark deeds and loose morals hung on her in dark corners yet that poor heroine fought and gave so much blood for the cause where is the honour amongst thieves and knaves she did all that was required of her told the lies she was made to tell and played the game as taught stood at the barricades and ****** her guilt and conscience yet they still don't trust her for paranoia rules them all
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I lay atop the grass with Cecily, taking in the sun anew. He calls down, Come see what I've done now, come see this new tattoo!    Eh. I'm rather proud!      Not now cuz, I'm busy. Oh come now, it's profound! A portrait of Edgar Allen Poe!    Speaking of poets,    I'm quite in the middle    of an epic something...    DO YOU MIND?!   It's realllllly good though!      Oh, fine. I plod my *** up the stairs in the heat and reach the balcony. I'm blown out of the water. He's right, it's a masterpiece! Edgar's soul ringing out through skin to me!      Oh, wow.    You know,    he owns my favorite poem. Which is that?      A dream within a dream. Ah yes, the canvas muses, reciting a verse, just like music. Well isn't this canvas kindred!   The length of his cigarette the duration of time we quip. Back and forth, our own prose. He says not to kiss your *** but you are quite moving my soul.   You are inspiring me, the way you tie emotions to paper, in utter splendor.   Smoke break over, to return to mechanical buzzing. His eyes sincere, I'd like to share, hear more your words.    And I yours! I descend stairs, with Godson in towe. Are you of this town?    Yes, for now. As am I, you should take my digits.    OK!   I'm still descending.    Oh, right.. pulling out my phone.     I'm a stickler for full names,    what are you called?    Oh, I'm Italian too!   Well, I'm Sicilian, it's quite a difference.    Oh is it now? ******* elitist. Handsome though. We'll see where this goes...
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Mediterranean Mirror
I lay atop the grass with Cecily, taking in the sun anew. He calls down, Come see what I've done now, come see this new tattoo!    Eh. I'm rather proud!      Not now cuz, I'm busy. Oh come now, it's profound! A portrait of Edgar Allen Poe!    Speaking of poets,    I'm quite in the middle    of an epic something...    DO YOU MIND?!   It's realllllly good though!      Oh, fine. I plod my *** up the stairs in the heat and reach the balcony. I'm blown out of the water. He's right, it's a masterpiece! Edgar's soul ringing out through skin to me!      Oh, wow.    You know,    he owns my favorite poem. Which is that?      A dream within a dream. Ah yes, the canvas muses, reciting a verse, just like music. Well isn't this canvas kindred!   The length of his cigarette the duration of time we quip. Back and forth, our own prose. He says not to kiss your *** but you are quite moving my soul.   You are inspiring me, the way you tie emotions to paper, in utter splendor.   Smoke break over, to return to mechanical buzzing. His eyes sincere, I'd like to share, hear more your words.    And I yours! I descend stairs, with Godson in towe. Are you of this town?    Yes, for now. As am I, you should take my digits.    OK!   I'm still descending.    Oh, right.. pulling out my phone.     I'm a stickler for full names,    what are you called?    Oh, I'm Italian too!   Well, I'm Sicilian, it's quite a difference.    Oh is it now? ******* elitist. Handsome though. We'll see where this goes...
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Handbags She adores designers labeled handbags Lavished herself in Paris, New York, London Approximately millions in RM She had handbags Louis Vutton, Paris Hilton, Channel etc etc… Just name them… Close to 3 thousands I guess some she bought some were given Certainly Not ordinary people Like you or me Can afford to buy… Some years on All collection are still kept Collecting dust in the closet now the only use for them is to be stored away to rot why were they not sold? Imagine the lucrative profits Can feed millions of poor kids Send them to school Make them learn ABC instead Just another example of how poverty is shortchanged by greedy elitist minority
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
Handbags
(I'm ready for war ***** I'm ready for whatever..)*3 I'm ready for war nigga*2..Uhh (Yeah I'm ready for war ***** Yeah I'm ready for whatever)3..(I'm ready for whatever2) (I'm ready for war nigga, I'm ready for whatever)*3 (Im ready for war nigga*4)..Aye It's whatever...Uhh I'm going to war against America, **** em, forget them , They don't care about us ****** they just want us dead, confused & nothing.(Yeah*2)..They just want us to **** ourselves, real **** The CIA got all of my ****** so mislead Yeah..Aye they brainwashing the kids, Aye what's been happening in this world is alot of evilness up in people contaminating their spirits, since before Christ was even here man, Yeah real spit,..I'm spilling the beans,.. Yeah I will take my chances, (dying2)..for (being somebody2)..I wanted to be , instead of thinking the same,..Im programing myself mane,I'm so ready for war ***** Yeah I'm so ready for whatever Uhh..MK ULTRA still exist, & we the people need to do something about (this*2)..is more than just an conspiracy theory,.. It's the truth my nigga,..The biggest conspiracy is that we are free dude,nigga No fake it, till I make it type of fucc **** going on in OFTR This is (Only For The Real..*2)..business (ONLY FOR THE REAL*2) ENTERTAINMENT Yeah mane ***** Yeah..Aye man, I'm fighting for what is mines..I'm standing up for the truth Shawty..(I'm ready for war*3) nigga..OFTR ENT, we ready for whatever.. ***** we the leaders, ***** we the elitist, ***** we the achievers & ***** we achieving man.. /(Yeah nigga*3) I'm ready for war ***** (Yeah nigga*3) I'm ready for whatever man..Uhh/*2 Only For The Real Entertainment Young Ston
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Ston Poet - War
(I'm ready for war ***** I'm ready for whatever..)*3 I'm ready for war nigga*2..Uhh (Yeah I'm ready for war ***** Yeah I'm ready for whatever)3..(I'm ready for whatever2) (I'm ready for war nigga, I'm ready for whatever)*3 (Im ready for war nigga*4)..Aye It's whatever...Uhh I'm going to war against America, **** em, forget them , They don't care about us ****** they just want us dead, confused & nothing.(Yeah*2)..They just want us to **** ourselves, real **** The CIA got all of my ****** so mislead Yeah..Aye they brainwashing the kids, Aye what's been happening in this world is alot of evilness up in people contaminating their spirits, since before Christ was even here man, Yeah real spit,..I'm spilling the beans,.. Yeah I will take my chances, (dying2)..for (being somebody2)..I wanted to be , instead of thinking the same,..Im programing myself mane,I'm so ready for war ***** Yeah I'm so ready for whatever Uhh..MK ULTRA still exist, & we the people need to do something about (this*2)..is more than just an conspiracy theory,.. It's the truth my nigga,..The biggest conspiracy is that we are free dude,nigga No fake it, till I make it type of fucc **** going on in OFTR This is (Only For The Real..*2)..business (ONLY FOR THE REAL*2) ENTERTAINMENT Yeah mane ***** Yeah..Aye man, I'm fighting for what is mines..I'm standing up for the truth Shawty..(I'm ready for war*3) nigga..OFTR ENT, we ready for whatever.. ***** we the leaders, ***** we the elitist, ***** we the achievers & ***** we achieving man.. /(Yeah nigga*3) I'm ready for war ***** (Yeah nigga*3) I'm ready for whatever man..Uhh/*2 Only For The Real Entertainment Young Ston
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Hold me close, I'm a walking cliché Flitting around in Converse sneakers And that stupid old army jacket Bet me $5 I could go for an hour Without my lips uttering *"Consumerism, capitalism, Elitist ***** -the usual ******** And I'll lose Hold me close, I'm a stupid teenaged kid Stomping around my room saying "Can't they just listen for a change?" And slamming doors to prove a point And when I go to house parties I'll sport my trusty skull shirt Just so they know without a doubt I'm different from them Hold me close, I'm running around Like a chicken with its head cut off Running my mouth like a politician And spewing my thoughts like a hippie I'm a ****** hypocrite and it kills me But I'll just lay awake at night and think *"How are they content with living this way? Like hamsters in a wheel? Dogs in a cage?"* Then tomorrow I'll sit down And reread the same old poems To make me feel okay Hold me close, I'm an idiot kid and I just want to be someone
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Hold Me Close
It’s a simple rule: Why things don’t go as they should. The bad drives out the good. The internet, cities or democracy-- everything becomes dominated by the dumb, the vile and the lazy. Instead of community, the web is **** and hate. Time can’t run backward; there’s no recourse, It’s too late. The bad apples poisoned the tree. You, out there, ruined it all for me. Democracy has become mob rule, and the mob prefers a tyrant, a demagogue, a fool. City Hall is occupied by panderers and jerks. Public office for them is just a way to get some perks. A crass madman on Pennsylvania Avenue doesn’t represent me–but maybe you. That’s what the mob wants–someone just like them. And when it leads to disorder, collapse, mayhem, they invent a paranoid conspiracy theory. But it’s not complicated. We made insanity easy, and free. Now we have the rule of the dumb, the vile and the lazy. And we call it democracy. People aren’t equal. We all forgot this truth. We let the mob take over. I guess we needed proof. Proof that the old adage is as true as ever. Have they ruined everything good forever?
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
How I Became an Elitist
Young Ston..,Uhh.. (Put yo lighters in the air2),wave them, stand up & rejoice, (Yeah2),(put yo lighters in the air2),wave them..stand up & let's be together, (Yeah2),..(put yo lighters, in the air3)..stand up & let's fight back Yeah..let's fight together, Yeah, let's fight together man..(put yo lighters up in the air3)..wave them,stand up my ****** & let's fight for the truth...Yeah..Uhh..Yeah Put yo lighters up & wave them.. Have no fear my ***** the more that we are together than against each other we are stronger, & smater & we can defeat this evil sadistic system, why y'all so scared for, don't be man... Cuhz,they are more afraid of us than we are actually are of them, we can win together, yeah..(put yo lighters in the air*3)..& wave them,Uhh,my nigga..Where the peace at, where the love went..man... They got us so distracted, I'm so tired of being lied to , I had enough of it,..my ***** We keep going to war for nothing,.. So much Bloodshed cause for no good reason, America is the real terrorists,..shit my ****** in the hood keep destroying themselves..man, the government ain't really for we the people, they selfish, they only care about the money & that's it, put yo lighters up Yeah..put yo lighters in the air man & let's revolt, Rebel & rejoice now my nigg..Uhh So much **** **** & ******** they been feeding our minds for years & years, is about to stop..Cuhz, God don't like ugly..Uhh.. Imma OFTR Soulja, death can't even stop me Naw, it won't mane..Uhh, untill I meet my Heavenly Father, Imma keep on fighting, ryhming, preaching, & fulfilling my destiny, my ***** this is real hip hop, I'm bringing awareness like a Aids convention,Ayo, nothing can be above Jesus Christ,..that's why I worship & praise him, hes my idol, no man is, I'm above these ******* because of him, Aye mane.. Put yo lighters up , blaze one..(Yeah*2)...Aye, let's Unite as one & peace it dawg..everybody get a piece of the pie, not apple, sweet potatoe with whip cream on the top..Aye Yeah I might say the same thing in all of my songs, but peace is the only thing that stay flowing in my mind, Yeah peace is all I want,..Lets go..Uhh.. I said put yo lighters up in the air, Yeah put yo lighters up high my nigga..(Yeah, put yo lighters up,man3)..,let's fight back..together & stop Being so afraid,..(Yeah2)..Aye,..We need more musicians telling people what's real man, my ***** Imma Villian to society,, **** The government, I know they already got assassins out here looking for me, but I don't fear death,..The elitist can burn in hell, I live forever Yeah, **** America..(They can eat a dick*2)..man..Cuhz, Heaven is my country, ***** (Imma be who I wanna be*2).. Yeah mane, Uhh,..(Put yo lighters up2)..in the air wave em back n forth Yeah, let's rejoice & uplift each other instead of killing each other..Yeah..(put yo lighters up2)..roll up & let us be as one man..Yeah, put yo lighters up in thee air, & wave them..(Put yo lighters up man,put yo lighters up, Yeah*3)..Yeah...Uhh, put them lighters up..high..& wave them.. Yeah,yeah..Aye
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Ston Poet - Lighters
Young Ston..,Uhh.. (Put yo lighters in the air2),wave them, stand up & rejoice, (Yeah2),(put yo lighters in the air2),wave them..stand up & let's be together, (Yeah2),..(put yo lighters, in the air3)..stand up & let's fight back Yeah..let's fight together, Yeah, let's fight together man..(put yo lighters up in the air3)..wave them,stand up my ****** & let's fight for the truth...Yeah..Uhh..Yeah Put yo lighters up & wave them.. Have no fear my ***** the more that we are together than against each other we are stronger, & smater & we can defeat this evil sadistic system, why y'all so scared for, don't be man... Cuhz,they are more afraid of us than we are actually are of them, we can win together, yeah..(put yo lighters in the air*3)..& wave them,Uhh,my nigga..Where the peace at, where the love went..man... They got us so distracted, I'm so tired of being lied to , I had enough of it,..my ***** We keep going to war for nothing,.. So much Bloodshed cause for no good reason, America is the real terrorists,..shit my ****** in the hood keep destroying themselves..man, the government ain't really for we the people, they selfish, they only care about the money & that's it, put yo lighters up Yeah..put yo lighters in the air man & let's revolt, Rebel & rejoice now my nigg..Uhh So much **** **** & ******** they been feeding our minds for years & years, is about to stop..Cuhz, God don't like ugly..Uhh.. Imma OFTR Soulja, death can't even stop me Naw, it won't mane..Uhh, untill I meet my Heavenly Father, Imma keep on fighting, ryhming, preaching, & fulfilling my destiny, my ***** this is real hip hop, I'm bringing awareness like a Aids convention,Ayo, nothing can be above Jesus Christ,..that's why I worship & praise him, hes my idol, no man is, I'm above these ******* because of him, Aye mane.. Put yo lighters up , blaze one..(Yeah*2)...Aye, let's Unite as one & peace it dawg..everybody get a piece of the pie, not apple, sweet potatoe with whip cream on the top..Aye Yeah I might say the same thing in all of my songs, but peace is the only thing that stay flowing in my mind, Yeah peace is all I want,..Lets go..Uhh.. I said put yo lighters up in the air, Yeah put yo lighters up high my nigga..(Yeah, put yo lighters up,man3)..,let's fight back..together & stop Being so afraid,..(Yeah2)..Aye,..We need more musicians telling people what's real man, my ***** Imma Villian to society,, **** The government, I know they already got assassins out here looking for me, but I don't fear death,..The elitist can burn in hell, I live forever Yeah, **** America..(They can eat a dick*2)..man..Cuhz, Heaven is my country, ***** (Imma be who I wanna be*2).. Yeah mane, Uhh,..(Put yo lighters up2)..in the air wave em back n forth Yeah, let's rejoice & uplift each other instead of killing each other..Yeah..(put yo lighters up2)..roll up & let us be as one man..Yeah, put yo lighters up in thee air, & wave them..(Put yo lighters up man,put yo lighters up, Yeah*3)..Yeah...Uhh, put them lighters up..high..& wave them.. Yeah,yeah..Aye
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**Inspired by Meg Cranston's Artist for President (http://www.uniteddivas.com/megcranston/megpresident.html)** We assert that there is a youth culture that is different and separate from all other cultures and that our culture is governed by principles which the aged population finds peculiar or offensive. We are tired of being labeled. We are tired of being segmented. We are tired of hearing old people talk about us. We are tired of being the respondents to your 20 city questionnaire. We are done with being ignored. We are sick of 1980s spandex. We are sick of your Top 40 hits on a compact disc. We are sick of your rom-coms and big budget fantasy sci-fi sequels. We are sick of 60 billion ad messages being hurled from satellites in outer space. We are done with being disappointed. We demand the right to change everything. We demand the right to create our own words. We demand the right to define what is cool in the morning. We demand the right to re-define what is cool in the evening. We are done with being told to follow. We reserve the right to be elitist. We reserve the right to choose our heroes. We reserve the right to create jobs that never existed before. We reserve the right to outsource, open-source and crowdsource everything and all. We are done with your rigid ways. We condemn the wars that you started. We condemn the poverty and hunger you created. We condemn your irresponsibility in ignoring our dying planet. We condemn the forces of greed that keeps an honest man from climbing the income brackets. We will fix the mess you left behind. This is for school kids This is for college students This is for young professionals This is for the young artist who shares his creations on DeviantArt This is for the young blogger who dreams of being a travel journalist This is for the podcaster who is on her way to become a successful RJ This is for the YouTube user who dreams of her own television show and feature film This is for the photography enthusiast who spends his pocket money on a Flickr Pro Account This is for the opinionated Twitter-for-Blackberry addict destined to become a Twitter celebrity. (Even we don’t know what that means!) This is for the coding guru who gifts his geek friend a mobile gaming app based on Dungeons & Dragons for his birthday. Yes that is cool...for now. This is youth culture
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Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
Youth for President
**Inspired by Meg Cranston's Artist for President (http://www.uniteddivas.com/megcranston/megpresident.html)** We assert that there is a youth culture that is different and separate from all other cultures and that our culture is governed by principles which the aged population finds peculiar or offensive. We are tired of being labeled. We are tired of being segmented. We are tired of hearing old people talk about us. We are tired of being the respondents to your 20 city questionnaire. We are done with being ignored. We are sick of 1980s spandex. We are sick of your Top 40 hits on a compact disc. We are sick of your rom-coms and big budget fantasy sci-fi sequels. We are sick of 60 billion ad messages being hurled from satellites in outer space. We are done with being disappointed. We demand the right to change everything. We demand the right to create our own words. We demand the right to define what is cool in the morning. We demand the right to re-define what is cool in the evening. We are done with being told to follow. We reserve the right to be elitist. We reserve the right to choose our heroes. We reserve the right to create jobs that never existed before. We reserve the right to outsource, open-source and crowdsource everything and all. We are done with your rigid ways. We condemn the wars that you started. We condemn the poverty and hunger you created. We condemn your irresponsibility in ignoring our dying planet. We condemn the forces of greed that keeps an honest man from climbing the income brackets. We will fix the mess you left behind. This is for school kids This is for college students This is for young professionals This is for the young artist who shares his creations on DeviantArt This is for the young blogger who dreams of being a travel journalist This is for the podcaster who is on her way to become a successful RJ This is for the YouTube user who dreams of her own television show and feature film This is for the photography enthusiast who spends his pocket money on a Flickr Pro Account This is for the opinionated Twitter-for-Blackberry addict destined to become a Twitter celebrity. (Even we don’t know what that means!) This is for the coding guru who gifts his geek friend a mobile gaming app based on Dungeons & Dragons for his birthday. Yes that is cool...for now. This is youth culture
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Three gilded gifts Shimmering in rays Corn silk hair dancing Arms wrap and Fingers graze Giggle harmonies Dip and swirl Maternal mantra: Hate this Love that One boy A girl And a girl Two souls adrift Firelight glance A love spurious Yet sincere Picket fence and Living room dance The Void The Great Elephant Her fist To his chest Children from window See her testament Hundreds of folk Gather in droves By tongue Garner community Elitist ******* You burn like stove Wooed by dark whisper She surrenders to fear The demon of cult Death kisser One man In a room barren He sees No boy Nor girl Or girl Drug into a life Without sharin’ Birthdays Are dagger days Loss A neck-roped anvil Recalling fingers In hair of Maize
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Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 9:35 AM UTC
July
Separated by progress We live in isolation Socially stagnated Growing ever distant. Focus further inward Without hesitation, Cutting off future conflicts Before they even happen. Perspective and reality No longer separate Echo chamber catalysts Shattered-faction fragment. Elitist tactics brainwash Entire populations, Localised abundance withers With dying vegetation. Doomsday clocks lurching Our salvation diverges Shouting to the twilight sun We share but false elation. Entire regions' designated Means of production No new doctrines allowed All hail consumption. Ever directionless, at a loss Regressing into violence: Revolutionaries' proudest Of our failed revolutions. Living out our dreams Of solitary bliss, Live alone in harmony Or die in the abyss. What piece of work is man That chooses inhumanity A species in a chasm Led by mere savages.
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May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
The Machine Stops
A bullet so small and strong struck right where my lungs met. Embedded itself this insult of occult fake tidings riding on elitist snobby attitudes. A bullet or was it an insult? Either way, I am plummeting towards humiliation street with my tail between my legs. A bullet was that woman's sharp words cutting through my skin like a paper cut gone berserk. She was a joplin spider stuck in a ditch and I should have smashed her spindly weak legged body under my heavy black boots creating an ugly stain that looks like gunpowder or left over oil spilled over with the utmost disrespect.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
Joplin Spider Stain
Just a weary child trying to get a smile Off the faces of people who don't want to trade places With Me see I'm the epitome to insanity in a world where everybody hates me Consciousness gets frowned on but ignorance gets praised upon Many hills of happiness the elitist are full of this Tells and tells of ghostly tales demi gods walking around in egg shells Hard to tell where can i find a place where my soul can dwell well? I got a banjo a chair body straight and feet to the floor Looking up in the sky I see a mighty bright eyes Flashing down at me in my mentality And soft cold image touches my hand Gives me the tune to play Sound like racket to the neighbors But in my mind sounds okay Day and night of punching my fingers to a string A got the tune but just can't find words to sing Then I got the ring I my cells answered then I was registered With the gift of a musician Delta blues was born Out the eye of the storms standing at the Portals of 61 and 49 Four-way intersection just a dirt road in sight A dark gloomy figure clenched my soul tight Luminous and bright it was the Devil's Presence Honoring me a contract around the 3 am in the night
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
Devil's Crossroads (Robert Johnson style)