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Our parents are always telling us , you have to go to school, that you'll learn everything you need to know before you're ready for the big world, and that'll you need it to get into your dream job But now a days our education isn't about learning, its about passing Our education now isn't the same as it used to be It teaches us that if you're not at a certain grade level, you will not succeed That if you don't meet a certain criteria, maybe you're not for fit the course This education system doesn't teach us whats really important for the big world It doesn't teach us how to live, how to do taxes or how to survive It never taught us the living expenses or how to buy a home Never taught us what to expect once we leave for college or how to balance our schedules No. It only taught us homework, about a plant cell, about tangents and circumferences It taught us that homework is more important than family That it's more important than being a kid and having a life It taught us that if you spend time with loved once and didn't do your work, you're setting yourself up for failure They pile us with work it feels like we cant breath They never once thought of the other class assignments that must be due not even 24 hours later They make us memorise things that will no longer be important when we apply for a job We study for hours in hopes to pass that final test that we'll soon forget But what are we suppose to say when someone asks us how we're feeling? We were never taught that We never memorised an equation to help us find the answer We were only ever taught to keep our mouths shut and do our work Its quite funny what we learn in school now Things more than 80% of the students will never have to use let alone see again School was suppose to prepare us for our future For the job choice we pick Instead we meet and learned quadratics and plant cells We were taught homework is what your focus should always be on We were never taught about the future and what to do And most importantly We were never taught how to love ourselves and the things we should be greatful for They've turn us into sad, mindless robots that's are more concerned about grades and passing than whats going on with the family We lock ourselves in our rooms doing homework for 6 hours than talking to our mothers or fathers who wonder about us We were never taught the importance of family before it was too late Every single highschool student wishes they can turn back the clocks, but it'll never work We were taught the hard way that you don't really know what you have until its gone Something we weren't prepared for They never prepared us for the future Instead, we prepare our self for the possible failing outcome How are we suppose to make a living for ourselves when all we have learned was the stress over homework and family? The depression over a failed test or assignment? The lost feeling of the lost time? How are we suppose to love ourselves when all we do is put yourself down because of school? This education system never prepared us for anything Instead, this education system officially has broken all of us.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
Our Broken Education System
Our parents are always telling us , you have to go to school, that you'll learn everything you need to know before you're ready for the big world, and that'll you need it to get into your dream job But now a days our education isn't about learning, its about passing Our education now isn't the same as it used to be It teaches us that if you're not at a certain grade level, you will not succeed That if you don't meet a certain criteria, maybe you're not for fit the course This education system doesn't teach us whats really important for the big world It doesn't teach us how to live, how to do taxes or how to survive It never taught us the living expenses or how to buy a home Never taught us what to expect once we leave for college or how to balance our schedules No. It only taught us homework, about a plant cell, about tangents and circumferences It taught us that homework is more important than family That it's more important than being a kid and having a life It taught us that if you spend time with loved once and didn't do your work, you're setting yourself up for failure They pile us with work it feels like we cant breath They never once thought of the other class assignments that must be due not even 24 hours later They make us memorise things that will no longer be important when we apply for a job We study for hours in hopes to pass that final test that we'll soon forget But what are we suppose to say when someone asks us how we're feeling? We were never taught that We never memorised an equation to help us find the answer We were only ever taught to keep our mouths shut and do our work Its quite funny what we learn in school now Things more than 80% of the students will never have to use let alone see again School was suppose to prepare us for our future For the job choice we pick Instead we meet and learned quadratics and plant cells We were taught homework is what your focus should always be on We were never taught about the future and what to do And most importantly We were never taught how to love ourselves and the things we should be greatful for They've turn us into sad, mindless robots that's are more concerned about grades and passing than whats going on with the family We lock ourselves in our rooms doing homework for 6 hours than talking to our mothers or fathers who wonder about us We were never taught the importance of family before it was too late Every single highschool student wishes they can turn back the clocks, but it'll never work We were taught the hard way that you don't really know what you have until its gone Something we weren't prepared for They never prepared us for the future Instead, we prepare our self for the possible failing outcome How are we suppose to make a living for ourselves when all we have learned was the stress over homework and family? The depression over a failed test or assignment? The lost feeling of the lost time? How are we suppose to love ourselves when all we do is put yourself down because of school? This education system never prepared us for anything Instead, this education system officially has broken all of us.
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What I fear isn’t hairy eight legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night What I fear isn’t the whole “Something’s gonna come out of the dark and eat me,” while I’m trying to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. Nor even when my father angrily yells at me Because in all honesty he starts regurgitating spit from his mouth making it so hard to take him seriously when he’s drooling. What I’m afraid of is… I’m afraid of tomorrow… You see, Once upon a time On a Saturday Night I was so excited to finally finish writing my second chapter of my fan fiction Talking to a few friends. And relaxing from my stressful day of a Saturday. Then suddenly a wild message about financial aid appears, Now, This isn’t where my fears start coming to life This isn’t even where my thoughts were being provoked. This was just a simple conversation about financial aid information. You see,| My friend knows little about financial aid and my friend asked about the information I know. I thought, “Well I have limited knowledge on this…I’ll give my friend my best answers and hope it turns out alright.” Well, Things didn’t turn out the way I had imagined it. You see, This private conversation evolved into a group chat And even the financial aid information conversation evolved into, “How are you going to pay for your college expenses?” You see, I don’t fear of creatures with eight legs, I don’t fear of monsters in the darkness I don’t even fear of my father’s angry tone! I fear what tomorrow’s going to be I fear that my future will only just be a dream. It’s so hard to be focusing on where I’m going to be at next year when this year looks like the saddest thing on Earth. It’s so hard to concentrate on tomorrow when today looks like a horrible nightmare. Today, I’m stressed I’m not stressed about my grades I know I work harder than the average student. I’m not stressed about the guy I might like Because right now, A boyfriend is not what I be needing. I’m stressed that I may not get a job I’m stressed that my dad may lose his I’m stressed that my mom can’t find another I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my ACT Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to afford my SAT Subject Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my college apps And I’m stressed that I can’t get fee waver Because according to the government my parents make too much for me to have one When in reality My family barely survives on a paycheck. It’s getting harder and harder to survive on that paycheck Because presently speaking It’s getting harder and harder to pay to keep on living. And because I don’t have a job yet, My parents are still forced to pay for me to keep on living. I’m stressed that I’m not going to have a tomorrow I’m stressed that I’m not going to go to a college to pay college expenses for I’m stressed that this fear is going to keep controlling my life! But… I can’t let that happen… I can’t let this fear run my life. ‘Cause sooner or later its going to run it down tot eh ground and I won’t be able to recover from that I can’t let this fear consume me, Because I’ll never find a way out. I fear something… I don’t fear eight hairy legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night, I don’t fear monsters eating me alive while I’m trying to get something to drink. Nor do I fear my dad yelling at me. I fear of tomorrow. I can’t focus on where I’m going to be at next year when today is all foggy with no sign of light.
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 4:29 AM UTC
I fear.
What I fear isn’t hairy eight legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night What I fear isn’t the whole “Something’s gonna come out of the dark and eat me,” while I’m trying to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. Nor even when my father angrily yells at me Because in all honesty he starts regurgitating spit from his mouth making it so hard to take him seriously when he’s drooling. What I’m afraid of is… I’m afraid of tomorrow… You see, Once upon a time On a Saturday Night I was so excited to finally finish writing my second chapter of my fan fiction Talking to a few friends. And relaxing from my stressful day of a Saturday. Then suddenly a wild message about financial aid appears, Now, This isn’t where my fears start coming to life This isn’t even where my thoughts were being provoked. This was just a simple conversation about financial aid information. You see,| My friend knows little about financial aid and my friend asked about the information I know. I thought, “Well I have limited knowledge on this…I’ll give my friend my best answers and hope it turns out alright.” Well, Things didn’t turn out the way I had imagined it. You see, This private conversation evolved into a group chat And even the financial aid information conversation evolved into, “How are you going to pay for your college expenses?” You see, I don’t fear of creatures with eight legs, I don’t fear of monsters in the darkness I don’t even fear of my father’s angry tone! I fear what tomorrow’s going to be I fear that my future will only just be a dream. It’s so hard to be focusing on where I’m going to be at next year when this year looks like the saddest thing on Earth. It’s so hard to concentrate on tomorrow when today looks like a horrible nightmare. Today, I’m stressed I’m not stressed about my grades I know I work harder than the average student. I’m not stressed about the guy I might like Because right now, A boyfriend is not what I be needing. I’m stressed that I may not get a job I’m stressed that my dad may lose his I’m stressed that my mom can’t find another I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my ACT Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to afford my SAT Subject Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my college apps And I’m stressed that I can’t get fee waver Because according to the government my parents make too much for me to have one When in reality My family barely survives on a paycheck. It’s getting harder and harder to survive on that paycheck Because presently speaking It’s getting harder and harder to pay to keep on living. And because I don’t have a job yet, My parents are still forced to pay for me to keep on living. I’m stressed that I’m not going to have a tomorrow I’m stressed that I’m not going to go to a college to pay college expenses for I’m stressed that this fear is going to keep controlling my life! But… I can’t let that happen… I can’t let this fear run my life. ‘Cause sooner or later its going to run it down tot eh ground and I won’t be able to recover from that I can’t let this fear consume me, Because I’ll never find a way out. I fear something… I don’t fear eight hairy legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night, I don’t fear monsters eating me alive while I’m trying to get something to drink. Nor do I fear my dad yelling at me. I fear of tomorrow. I can’t focus on where I’m going to be at next year when today is all foggy with no sign of light.
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I saw you staring blankly in your room You were lying down, like energy has nowhere to bloom Mama always deliver you food You don't eat with us anymore I heard you cried, Mama told us about it I understand why and my heart wrenched I wish I can do or say something, anything But I don't know what act or words will be soothing I know your body misses to puff that smoke from a cigarette It is hard to stop, friends who've been there told me about it But you had to, we've been telling you to And because your body is also disappointing you I wonder where your sweetness has gone to Maybe they literally seeped into your blood and runs through Maybe I had inherited it in my veins too Don't worry I am proud, because this is from you Worrying has been your hobby lately Because our youngest still has one more year 'til she finishes her college degree The house, electricity, water expenses, and the money Because you could work no more, as per your exhausted and old body I wanted to tell you that everything's gonna be alright But, Papa, I cannot lie I honestly don't know if it will I am also doubtful, I am also worried But Papa, as your eldest, I am ready To take on the responsibility you carried I know, I know, it'll be heavy But I can do it, don't worry about me You have worked hard enough See, we already came this far If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had The best family I can wish for, and the best of life So please, be energetic again Please eat with us again Please dry your tears Please get well Please tell us those sweet-nothings Or the corny jokes that had us laughing And we'll tell you, you're still the most handsome being Our eyes have ever seen So get a lot of rest This is just an obstacle, a test Sit back and relax Just watch your eldest, just watch
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
To Papa
I saw you staring blankly in your room You were lying down, like energy has nowhere to bloom Mama always deliver you food You don't eat with us anymore I heard you cried, Mama told us about it I understand why and my heart wrenched I wish I can do or say something, anything But I don't know what act or words will be soothing I know your body misses to puff that smoke from a cigarette It is hard to stop, friends who've been there told me about it But you had to, we've been telling you to And because your body is also disappointing you I wonder where your sweetness has gone to Maybe they literally seeped into your blood and runs through Maybe I had inherited it in my veins too Don't worry I am proud, because this is from you Worrying has been your hobby lately Because our youngest still has one more year 'til she finishes her college degree The house, electricity, water expenses, and the money Because you could work no more, as per your exhausted and old body I wanted to tell you that everything's gonna be alright But, Papa, I cannot lie I honestly don't know if it will I am also doubtful, I am also worried But Papa, as your eldest, I am ready To take on the responsibility you carried I know, I know, it'll be heavy But I can do it, don't worry about me You have worked hard enough See, we already came this far If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had The best family I can wish for, and the best of life So please, be energetic again Please eat with us again Please dry your tears Please get well Please tell us those sweet-nothings Or the corny jokes that had us laughing And we'll tell you, you're still the most handsome being Our eyes have ever seen So get a lot of rest This is just an obstacle, a test Sit back and relax Just watch your eldest, just watch
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I am a person of colour Whose simple presence can cause outrage they use their tongues as swords and slay me with slurs Whilst there are others who pretend to be my ally but I can see their disgust in their eyes their uneasiness in their smile I am a person of colour Whose beautiful traditional garments are cherry-picked and woven into a disgusting replica brandished on “Designer labels” and mocked as exotic I am a person of colour Whose skin is secretly envied by them they exhaust their expenses on tanning salons and “bronzing” creams Yet simultaneously they spit on my “darkness” and promote their products with the so-called beauty of “lightness” I am a person of colour I shall not hide my anger at their ignorance I shall wear my skin with pride Because being a person of colour No matter what I do or how I conform They will never be satisfied
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
I am a Person of Colour
We, the people of this country, in your eyes are: babblers, bachelors, bafflers, baiters, barkers, beakers, beaters, brawlers, blamers, beggars, bloaters, bloopers, bombers, boozers, blunders, bruisers, bafflers, bluffers, burglars and burners. That's why you feel compelled to keep your foot on our heads keep us down, put us down, push us down subjugate us, belittle us, berate us. We, the people of this country, in our eyes are: butlers, bouncers, bakers, buyers, barbers, cake-makers, delivery-takers, cocktail-shakers, taxi drivers, cancer survivors, employers and hirers, music makers, entertainers, window washers, foster takers, plasterers, carpenters, scaffolders, sparks and builders, boxers, carers, coaches, tailors, shoe makers, designers, illustrators, multi-language facilitators, dog walkers, dog trainers, bikers and cycle couriers, doctors and nurses and all the emergency services. We are the People, the reason you are where you are now you sometimes forget that we exist as people, somehow locked in your ivory towers with gold plated showers and MP expenses and investment banker pretenses this is not theater, its real life drama, its not just a bluff its time to stand up and say enough is enough.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
Another Angry Voice
A SOCIETY WRITTEN IN FLAMES; SHROUDED IN DARKNESS *The tears flows in an endless way Bemoaning the days of yore Watching with eyes that sparks red, Sunken and beaten from the tragedies of yore Helpless and wishing for a relentless call As tragedy hits her most sensitive part, Bemoaning the tides, All her days of glory, Now a shadowy story* *She had been ***** by her very own, The children she yearned and bled for, The men she fed and trained, Where her rain fell full and vast, to soothe their hearts Where she gave it all, and smiled, hoping that someday, they will realize her sacrifices and sleepless nights, Her nights of terror and horrors Where she stood in the midst of the stormy eerie night, shrouded in darkness* *It was her ******* they ****** and clunged to, It was her arms that shielded them from the shadows of the dark, But when they grew and flew, She waited still Praying and wishing they would remember the days of yore* *Then the dark hour rolled away, And when morning came, it was harrowing. It was harrowing how she waited abandoned and dejected, As her sons and daughters peaked at the sky, Trampling her down, Relegating and belittling her Painful it were, as she cried from the agonies of the days of yore, Where she laid all her virtues down, Giving it all to see her children smile,* *It is this dejection that has brought her to tears, It is this wickedness of a child to a mother, that has made her weep endlessly It is this tragedy that have swallowed her glory, As her children keeps flying above huddles, in peace and harmony, Forgetting her, It is this callousness, that pushed them to sapping her virtues and enriching themselves with it thereon* *What is worse than a child abandoning his mother? It is this penchant, that drives them It is the love of greed, It is the seed of corruption, It is not an inherited trait, It is a despicable decision Like a monstrous shadow, Twirling the back of the night. It is the fire that burns within their heart, The fire to **** steal and destroy To take what she can never give again To live, To live big at the expenses of others sorrow and agony It is this evil that has perused Nigeria and has rendered her a roaming wretch And now tragedy looms, It booms and blooms,* A society written in flames Who will save MOTHER NIGERIA? Ovi Odiete© 2016, Oct. 31 All rights reserved Note Children here signifies the evil politicians and men that has sapped our country dry with their evil penchant
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
"~~Nigeria-Written in Flames~~"
A SOCIETY WRITTEN IN FLAMES; SHROUDED IN DARKNESS *The tears flows in an endless way Bemoaning the days of yore Watching with eyes that sparks red, Sunken and beaten from the tragedies of yore Helpless and wishing for a relentless call As tragedy hits her most sensitive part, Bemoaning the tides, All her days of glory, Now a shadowy story* *She had been ***** by her very own, The children she yearned and bled for, The men she fed and trained, Where her rain fell full and vast, to soothe their hearts Where she gave it all, and smiled, hoping that someday, they will realize her sacrifices and sleepless nights, Her nights of terror and horrors Where she stood in the midst of the stormy eerie night, shrouded in darkness* *It was her ******* they ****** and clunged to, It was her arms that shielded them from the shadows of the dark, But when they grew and flew, She waited still Praying and wishing they would remember the days of yore* *Then the dark hour rolled away, And when morning came, it was harrowing. It was harrowing how she waited abandoned and dejected, As her sons and daughters peaked at the sky, Trampling her down, Relegating and belittling her Painful it were, as she cried from the agonies of the days of yore, Where she laid all her virtues down, Giving it all to see her children smile,* *It is this dejection that has brought her to tears, It is this wickedness of a child to a mother, that has made her weep endlessly It is this tragedy that have swallowed her glory, As her children keeps flying above huddles, in peace and harmony, Forgetting her, It is this callousness, that pushed them to sapping her virtues and enriching themselves with it thereon* *What is worse than a child abandoning his mother? It is this penchant, that drives them It is the love of greed, It is the seed of corruption, It is not an inherited trait, It is a despicable decision Like a monstrous shadow, Twirling the back of the night. It is the fire that burns within their heart, The fire to **** steal and destroy To take what she can never give again To live, To live big at the expenses of others sorrow and agony It is this evil that has perused Nigeria and has rendered her a roaming wretch And now tragedy looms, It booms and blooms,* A society written in flames Who will save MOTHER NIGERIA? Ovi Odiete© 2016, Oct. 31 All rights reserved Note Children here signifies the evil politicians and men that has sapped our country dry with their evil penchant
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The Mafia and the Pope the Italian mafia wanted to take control they wanted control of the church and all its wealth the leader Anthony “The Boss” Gambatti sent his muscle to secure an audience with the Pope Johnny “the Eye” and his storm troopers pushed by the guards into the Pope's secretary's office Arch Bishop Spinozza sprung to his feet to confront the noise Johnny “the Eye”, he got that name after he lost his left eye in a knife fight and replaced it with a glass oversized eye that always looked straight ahead a burning cigarette hanging from his lips he got right in the Bishops face “The Boss” wants a meeting with his Royalness “and he wants it now” the Bishop well aware of his visitors and there violent ways backing away from the smoke in his face told Johnny that he would arrange a meeting “tomorrow” he said “tomorrow” Johnny cocked his head so that his large fake eye was an inch from the Bishops nose flicked the ashes from his cigarette on the shoes of the Bishop turning to walk away “tomorrow” he said Anthony “The Boss” dressed in his fine 5K Italian silk suit leather gloves black silk fedora accompanied by his entourage' walked into the Popes office the next day he sat in a chair in front of the Pope's desk “What can I do for you Anthony?” asked the Pope the two had grown up as school mates and had maintained a relationship though not close “Carlos, I think it is time we work out a financial aggreement with each other” “being that the church is known for giving, I think it is time for you to give me some money, a lot of money” “I have many expenses to address” “to insure that this happens” I want you to make love to a woman” “and if I refuse such a horrid task? quizzed the Pope “I will begin removing all of your Bishops, one every hour, from all over the world” ”and it won't be pretty” responded Anthony The Pope, obviously shaken with the proposal got up from his chair, his face in his hands paced back and forth for a few minutes “I will agree to your disgusting request on three conditions” said the Pope. “and what are those conditions?” asked Anthony “1st this woman must be blind, so that she cannot see who defiles her body” “2nd this woman must be deaf, so that she cannot hear any hint of who defiles her body” “and 3rd your holiness?” “3rd, this woman must have really really big **** Gomer Lepoet...
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
The Mafia and the Pope
The Mafia and the Pope the Italian mafia wanted to take control they wanted control of the church and all its wealth the leader Anthony “The Boss” Gambatti sent his muscle to secure an audience with the Pope Johnny “the Eye” and his storm troopers pushed by the guards into the Pope's secretary's office Arch Bishop Spinozza sprung to his feet to confront the noise Johnny “the Eye”, he got that name after he lost his left eye in a knife fight and replaced it with a glass oversized eye that always looked straight ahead a burning cigarette hanging from his lips he got right in the Bishops face “The Boss” wants a meeting with his Royalness “and he wants it now” the Bishop well aware of his visitors and there violent ways backing away from the smoke in his face told Johnny that he would arrange a meeting “tomorrow” he said “tomorrow” Johnny cocked his head so that his large fake eye was an inch from the Bishops nose flicked the ashes from his cigarette on the shoes of the Bishop turning to walk away “tomorrow” he said Anthony “The Boss” dressed in his fine 5K Italian silk suit leather gloves black silk fedora accompanied by his entourage' walked into the Popes office the next day he sat in a chair in front of the Pope's desk “What can I do for you Anthony?” asked the Pope the two had grown up as school mates and had maintained a relationship though not close “Carlos, I think it is time we work out a financial aggreement with each other” “being that the church is known for giving, I think it is time for you to give me some money, a lot of money” “I have many expenses to address” “to insure that this happens” I want you to make love to a woman” “and if I refuse such a horrid task? quizzed the Pope “I will begin removing all of your Bishops, one every hour, from all over the world” ”and it won't be pretty” responded Anthony The Pope, obviously shaken with the proposal got up from his chair, his face in his hands paced back and forth for a few minutes “I will agree to your disgusting request on three conditions” said the Pope. “and what are those conditions?” asked Anthony “1st this woman must be blind, so that she cannot see who defiles her body” “2nd this woman must be deaf, so that she cannot hear any hint of who defiles her body” “and 3rd your holiness?” “3rd, this woman must have really really big **** Gomer Lepoet...
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When the funding is cut So the hospitals shut That’s a Tory When the poverty bites And you lose human rights That’s a Tory Such excess Better reassess Better repossess Better get yourself private healthcare Overtaxed if you work Unemployed? Then you're scrounging on welfare When there’s bigoted views Blatant lies on the news That’s a Tory When the biggest and best Are too rich to arrest That’s a Tory But they’re lax Covering the cracks Never paying tax Claiming everything on expenses They can steal with a smile While they peddle their flimsy defences When they're guilty of fraud And they're banking abroad That's a Tory If they're selling your school When 'austere' means 'cruel' That's a Tory Too much spin Slogan and a grin Wearing pretty thin Bussing people in to applaud them Any law can be bought If you're well off enough to afford them That's all folks and remember, you can't spell Theresa May without heresy **
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
That’s a Tory (to the tune of That's Amore)
Where does this zero go? when is it o.k to say yes or no? my transactions arent lining up and my expenses have run amuck and i think my buisness has gone to **** i think that i am out of luck
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
what equation was the wrong one?
At the risk of sounding sexist I’d like to pay my highest respects today to the girl at my accountant’s with the beautiful ******* Usually the only things that jiggle there are the numbers on the ledger, but today a couple of numbers stuck out for me to admire. She knew it all added up spectacularly well as she bent down obligingly and pointed out where I should sign and showed me what I needed to see. She knew and I knew that capital gains and expenses were comparatively insignificant here. Saucy insouciance was the obvious upside. Of course, I shouldn’t have noticed, but then I'm afraid that's what happens when you’re more of a ****** than an entrepreneur. Mike T Minehan
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
At the Risk of Sounding Sexist
The river runs it runs with greed The fast cash of the lucky Makes it's way to sea And poison floats with this poison greed The will of millions, cry out silently Because they have no idea about this poison greed Nurotoxicity Poisoning our cities The doctor tells the single mother To eat an apple everyday Which only supplement her daily Methlyphenidate Neurotoxicity And baby was born just few pounds light The tired mother relieved Baby swaddled in a sheet Of polybrominate Neurotoxicty But all ends were it began The conspirers of greed Don't have to loose a thing The toxic poisonous sludge doesn't run through their garden greens Somethings Fish-y Or is it all the mercury? East of the railroad tracks The man smoking crack Behind a tree Now breathing PCB's From car exhaust and factory Poor ****** breathes Neuroxicity And the lucky on lookers equipped to Notice such a thing or anything Watch in disbelief They should all find relief, the poison is fair It flows through everybody, everywhere For nothing makes the people sing Like a mix ethanol and manganese Neurotoxicty Spin round and round and sing This is called brainwashing Drink your mix of ethanol and manganese Watch your team throw the polyethylene Trickle down, trickle Your loosing the cells right from your brain While a doctor writes you a prescription to go insane After years of manganese and PCB's Jimmy B is lost in the sea of toxins But mom knows best He's a hyper brat Takes him to the doctor to get him Correct Doctor gives Jimmy a prescription The devil's speed Dextroamphetamine Jimmy was focused Jimmy didn't bother Jimmys brain a couple grams lighter The doctor intrigued gets a free meal To switch Jimmy's speed Four more Jimmies Doctor can vacation expenses paid By the sea Jimmy keeps on taking his pills Then over night Jimmy hits his first pipe Now that's some ******* good speed And the story goes Without relief The government we know Deligates neurological slavery
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Neurological Slavery
The river runs it runs with greed The fast cash of the lucky Makes it's way to sea And poison floats with this poison greed The will of millions, cry out silently Because they have no idea about this poison greed Nurotoxicity Poisoning our cities The doctor tells the single mother To eat an apple everyday Which only supplement her daily Methlyphenidate Neurotoxicity And baby was born just few pounds light The tired mother relieved Baby swaddled in a sheet Of polybrominate Neurotoxicty But all ends were it began The conspirers of greed Don't have to loose a thing The toxic poisonous sludge doesn't run through their garden greens Somethings Fish-y Or is it all the mercury? East of the railroad tracks The man smoking crack Behind a tree Now breathing PCB's From car exhaust and factory Poor ****** breathes Neuroxicity And the lucky on lookers equipped to Notice such a thing or anything Watch in disbelief They should all find relief, the poison is fair It flows through everybody, everywhere For nothing makes the people sing Like a mix ethanol and manganese Neurotoxicty Spin round and round and sing This is called brainwashing Drink your mix of ethanol and manganese Watch your team throw the polyethylene Trickle down, trickle Your loosing the cells right from your brain While a doctor writes you a prescription to go insane After years of manganese and PCB's Jimmy B is lost in the sea of toxins But mom knows best He's a hyper brat Takes him to the doctor to get him Correct Doctor gives Jimmy a prescription The devil's speed Dextroamphetamine Jimmy was focused Jimmy didn't bother Jimmys brain a couple grams lighter The doctor intrigued gets a free meal To switch Jimmy's speed Four more Jimmies Doctor can vacation expenses paid By the sea Jimmy keeps on taking his pills Then over night Jimmy hits his first pipe Now that's some ******* good speed And the story goes Without relief The government we know Deligates neurological slavery
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i once met a caterpillar she was quite pretty i remember she would smile and sing and love and cry and mourn and fear and hide outstanding, i thought now, even baffled watching her cocoon silk is costly and she lacked expenses but she continued and continued and continued and continued until the cocoon stopped it was rare but the caterpillar could feel a metamorphosis approaching so she closed all the blinds tacked curtains’ edges settled in her corner swallowed by her covers relished in the darkness and got on her laptop
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Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 5:26 PM UTC
caterpillar
Black eyes, bruised wrists, mangled genitals. Ribcage extruding; calling for love, lust, and cigarettes Faces offensive; unmet eyes, and searing expressions. Scars on arms; speaking louder than quiet voices Staring blank; at bills yet paid Thinking there is no way Imaging the fall from your 3rd floor Apartment Weighing funeral costs over living expenses Death would put you deeper in a hole Not able to get out, saying how Did I get here. Looking up seeing the opening nearly Closed; finger lye at the only opening left. Hope. Being crushed brutally, whilst you see it all happen. Blood rains on your pale face, craving Sunlight. Dismemberment of fingers, brings you into total darkness.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
Self-loathing
want to live in a world where we aren’t slaves to the dime. I want to live my life while I’m still alive But I’m stuck with a 9 to 5 Bullies on the side waiting to taking my lunch money away Oh **** you got some expenses to buy God **** it I need to refill my prescription I am trapped in a position Dig through the garbage again I need some real food to fill me in So cold tonight Look at the pretty hottie But **** yo you god **** expensive How come things are like that I sleep in a bed when my fellow humans can’t get a roof over their heads Oh right they don’t have that type of green So why should we care bout their well being They aren’t slaves to the dime Why should things be like this it is ******* sickening how our world has become. Till when are we gonna keep silent Big brother why are you taking his hugs away Mother can love us all It not fair Some of us keep ranting about how cold it is. People be thankful you have something to cover yourself up. Or you know what? There are people out there whom question why are we even a part of this world. No food, clean water, clothes, heater, no medical care, safety, and simply dream of a roof over their heads. How did we degrade this far? How come there are people like that? It’s ******* shameful how we allowed things to become. We kept quiet for so long voice is simply gone. We cared about the dime, and lost focus about what makes us feel alive. We all should be living life in a world filled with love and care Our earth had enough scars to bare I am just sick and tired Bout yea know Just being a slave to the dime.
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Slaves to the Dime
want to live in a world where we aren’t slaves to the dime. I want to live my life while I’m still alive But I’m stuck with a 9 to 5 Bullies on the side waiting to taking my lunch money away Oh **** you got some expenses to buy God **** it I need to refill my prescription I am trapped in a position Dig through the garbage again I need some real food to fill me in So cold tonight Look at the pretty hottie But **** yo you god **** expensive How come things are like that I sleep in a bed when my fellow humans can’t get a roof over their heads Oh right they don’t have that type of green So why should we care bout their well being They aren’t slaves to the dime Why should things be like this it is ******* sickening how our world has become. Till when are we gonna keep silent Big brother why are you taking his hugs away Mother can love us all It not fair Some of us keep ranting about how cold it is. People be thankful you have something to cover yourself up. Or you know what? There are people out there whom question why are we even a part of this world. No food, clean water, clothes, heater, no medical care, safety, and simply dream of a roof over their heads. How did we degrade this far? How come there are people like that? It’s ******* shameful how we allowed things to become. We kept quiet for so long voice is simply gone. We cared about the dime, and lost focus about what makes us feel alive. We all should be living life in a world filled with love and care Our earth had enough scars to bare I am just sick and tired Bout yea know Just being a slave to the dime.
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The power lines provide Elucidation in disguise A sanctuary shadow-stained Estate commandment private enterprise Desensitizing blinded lies The buy, buy, buy Consumes the lives As malnutrition feasts its eyes Monopolized, the profits rise The pockets lined with earth’s demise Until the rockets own the skies Devising how to energize The Helios within our minds As we just sit and stare with pride Ascending our expenses climb Mankind amidst the stars will shine Except for who gets left behind To overpopulate in time
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Escape Plan
Rich people are not greedy on money. have you watched closely any RichMan a businessman knows he could make profit only after he met all expenses Yess his business income Should pay Salaries And other Expensss...First then the remaining will go to his pocket.. It's the salary of employee come prior to his profit So Who is greed? Employee or Employer have you watched employees want more salary based on experience.. More experience means More aged. So, Employee want more salary inverse proportionate to his energy Hence, employee was more greedy than employer.. Think!!
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
Debate
What makes men manly? Is it depth in tone, Is it large in build, A claim of the throne, And dominance at will? Or is it indulgence of temptation, To be a sovereign of fear and pain, Using women as ************ Destruction sought to be obtained? To reap the feral fruits of life, To sow the damning consequences, Causing mourning, loss and worldly strife, Chaos of man’s expenses. What causes me to seek it, What causes me to weep, How I lack these biological ticks, That keeps the world apart from sleep. So what if I’m not big and strong, So what if I’m not masculine, So what if I can’t be the cause, Of humanity’s need of Aspirin? Put me in a quiet room, Let me stew and think, I aim to be the greatest groom, My life will cease in a blink. Father, son, holy trinity, A woman’s man is not for lust, My love transcends to infinity, But women’s approval is a must. Color me short, Finger me stout, Characteristics I constantly sort, What is this all about? Who cares if I’m not mean and cruel, Who cares that I’m not suave, Who cares if I’m not chill and cool, I’m him whom man should evolve.
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Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
Men
Santa's on the corner, ringing the brass bell Roast is in the oven and a family starts to yell Snow is lightly falling, like sugar-dusting for a cake People wrapping and re-gifting someone's small mistake Counting hours, filling glasses, mirth is overflowing Fixing up the house's lights, now it's really snowing! Adding up expenses and then checking inventory Reading as the children watch their favorite Christmas story Snuggled up or stretching out, reclaiming lost couch space Sliding under mistletoe, caressing lover's face Living in this moment, drinking it all in Trying to remember just what a year it's been
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
Santa's on the Corner
Every morning I sleep with a frown Each night I wake up feeling down My dreams commited suicide And soon after were joined by my pride Fortune, on my shores, reaches in low tide And of life I only see the back side I calm the pain with injections of hope To delay the urge, to keep away from the rope But soon I will no longer cope Ending my days is the epilogue of this scope Because life is enjoyed through senses And mine, to feel joy, have to jump fences But jumping is vain though my repetitive offences True smiles on my face are high expenses I try to forget, but I forgot how And soon I will say ciao I've already chosen my bough Where I will say "pain, do not follow me now" Because if death is the enemy, I'll be a pow I no longer can gad You may say I am cad Yet of dying I am glad And to this poem, I want to add "Mother, I love you so don't be sad Father, forgive me and don't be mad Friends, you were the best thing I had"
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Last hope
Why is it that a woman suffers? She is the pain bearer She carries a human with her She goes through pain with a fear Careful to make sure she doesn't hurt anyone She walks carefully not to tip or fall Just because she doesn't hurt the one In her womb, she walks delicately And when she doesn't give birth to a son She is given more pain than the birth has ever given her. She is a curse A blasphemy on the surface of earth And when situations become adverse She is the one to clean the dirt. Why is that a woman suffers? In each and every part of this world In every situation that occurs She is beaten and slit She is made to pay The expenses of someone else's debts.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Why does a woman suffer?
Strange times. When I speak of caressing your mantic lungs I don’t know what I mean, but I know I would hurl you under proper circumstances. Darling, one whisper falls from a tree silently so as not to wake the ghosts from their siestas. Your robe has holes I can’t write of. I can fathom getting there, what that might entail, wrapping, as I am prone to, my fingers around your furry pincers while I wait for you to read my rights to the ceiling fan who whirls above our renovated combustions like the glowering eye of our Lord upon the teary-eyed wicked. I am not looking to escape through the window, darling. I am diving for your diamond-in-the-rough, peeling off barnacles, making moustaches of seaweed. You threw it into that ocean- sized trough in which you drown lizards as way of stress-release. I don’t know what I’ll do next. The poor man. You give me your hand, darling, and your robe, your robe is shiny like a pubescent star, and it shimmies like a wagon piecing itself apart, as you piece yourself apart, starting with your smile, which was always more like a photograph of a dune in a textbook. You give me your hand. It is a blue egg dusted with microorganisms. I sprinkle it with our fragrance, what’s left of it. I wish happiness upon your sleep-life, doldrums upon your late-night haunting. I am tired and these machines are so convenient, bringing me on all-expenses- paid visits to the site of your burial. Or is it your sister’s? I quote, my heart is like a walled onion. The poor man is tired. It is not 1904 anymore. You are not smiling anymore, darling, but you give me your hand. You give it in a basket with parsley and cheese and cut-outs from The Waterlogged God. You give it almost grudgingly but I will keep it. You tell me you’ve been dreaming again of train stations. I wonder what that means. I wonder about your eyes. There are many spiders inside the wall, and along it, and on the chandelier’s fingers, and inside the spiders. I quote, a dream is worth a thousand dustpans, but you, darling, are worth so much more than dustpans. But I grow weepy, as stated. What do those dark blue lines mean? Your fingers, darling, smell of a dark cloud in an electrical storm. Your palm is a circus. Your nails ticket stubs. That one’s from the alligator show. You dislocated your throat. I had a plan. If you stare into someone’s eyes for more than six seconds, you’ll want to lick them.
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May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 8:20 PM UTC
My Life as Heiress to Your Throne, Darling
Strange times. When I speak of caressing your mantic lungs I don’t know what I mean, but I know I would hurl you under proper circumstances. Darling, one whisper falls from a tree silently so as not to wake the ghosts from their siestas. Your robe has holes I can’t write of. I can fathom getting there, what that might entail, wrapping, as I am prone to, my fingers around your furry pincers while I wait for you to read my rights to the ceiling fan who whirls above our renovated combustions like the glowering eye of our Lord upon the teary-eyed wicked. I am not looking to escape through the window, darling. I am diving for your diamond-in-the-rough, peeling off barnacles, making moustaches of seaweed. You threw it into that ocean- sized trough in which you drown lizards as way of stress-release. I don’t know what I’ll do next. The poor man. You give me your hand, darling, and your robe, your robe is shiny like a pubescent star, and it shimmies like a wagon piecing itself apart, as you piece yourself apart, starting with your smile, which was always more like a photograph of a dune in a textbook. You give me your hand. It is a blue egg dusted with microorganisms. I sprinkle it with our fragrance, what’s left of it. I wish happiness upon your sleep-life, doldrums upon your late-night haunting. I am tired and these machines are so convenient, bringing me on all-expenses- paid visits to the site of your burial. Or is it your sister’s? I quote, my heart is like a walled onion. The poor man is tired. It is not 1904 anymore. You are not smiling anymore, darling, but you give me your hand. You give it in a basket with parsley and cheese and cut-outs from The Waterlogged God. You give it almost grudgingly but I will keep it. You tell me you’ve been dreaming again of train stations. I wonder what that means. I wonder about your eyes. There are many spiders inside the wall, and along it, and on the chandelier’s fingers, and inside the spiders. I quote, a dream is worth a thousand dustpans, but you, darling, are worth so much more than dustpans. But I grow weepy, as stated. What do those dark blue lines mean? Your fingers, darling, smell of a dark cloud in an electrical storm. Your palm is a circus. Your nails ticket stubs. That one’s from the alligator show. You dislocated your throat. I had a plan. If you stare into someone’s eyes for more than six seconds, you’ll want to lick them.
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Sitting and absorbing what I see, as the numbness creeps within me, Feeling like a flightless bird missing out on imaginable prosperity and security. On this bench too ample for one person, blindly witnessing. Having seen friends and masses load on that train. A ticket in hand, a train I nearly took, a chance I did not obtain. How can I forgive myself for being in this place in life, tears falling like rain? I see the train, moving down the rustic railroad pathway. And I feel a loss, as if I have been left behind. Trying to figure out what other paths can be taken on this colorless rainy day? What other path can I take? And Hopelessness tells me "I'm out of plans", Is that train the only one that will take me where I can fly away? The places I yearn and desire to go. All this time however, I was blind in only seeing broken dreams and a false legacy. Sitting here on a cold stone bench, mourning in my own self pity. There in front of me was He, the Holy One, looking at me. He patiently waited to get my attention, to approach me with His key. He was waiting for me to give Him permission to sit right next to me and set me free. Wanting to reassure and comfort me, that He has a treasure for His bride-to-be. As He graciously sat next to me, my worries and my dreams began to fade, For He has a pearly white train filled with significance that is unswayed. A train that will take me places that He wants me to go, all expenses paid. His train is one that few and far between ever take, Because the masses have set their hearts on their own selfish ambitions and never awake. He offers me a spiritual bouquet full of acceptance and encouragement, I accept it without debate. For there is no other way, that I will be fulfilled. He is the answer to the emptiness. The answer to broken dreams and broken promises. I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, this is our Genesis. I've climbed into His train and He swept away the heaviness, for His dreams for me are ever endless.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
An Everlasting Train
Sitting and absorbing what I see, as the numbness creeps within me, Feeling like a flightless bird missing out on imaginable prosperity and security. On this bench too ample for one person, blindly witnessing. Having seen friends and masses load on that train. A ticket in hand, a train I nearly took, a chance I did not obtain. How can I forgive myself for being in this place in life, tears falling like rain? I see the train, moving down the rustic railroad pathway. And I feel a loss, as if I have been left behind. Trying to figure out what other paths can be taken on this colorless rainy day? What other path can I take? And Hopelessness tells me "I'm out of plans", Is that train the only one that will take me where I can fly away? The places I yearn and desire to go. All this time however, I was blind in only seeing broken dreams and a false legacy. Sitting here on a cold stone bench, mourning in my own self pity. There in front of me was He, the Holy One, looking at me. He patiently waited to get my attention, to approach me with His key. He was waiting for me to give Him permission to sit right next to me and set me free. Wanting to reassure and comfort me, that He has a treasure for His bride-to-be. As He graciously sat next to me, my worries and my dreams began to fade, For He has a pearly white train filled with significance that is unswayed. A train that will take me places that He wants me to go, all expenses paid. His train is one that few and far between ever take, Because the masses have set their hearts on their own selfish ambitions and never awake. He offers me a spiritual bouquet full of acceptance and encouragement, I accept it without debate. For there is no other way, that I will be fulfilled. He is the answer to the emptiness. The answer to broken dreams and broken promises. I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, this is our Genesis. I've climbed into His train and He swept away the heaviness, for His dreams for me are ever endless.
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