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"hooray" poems
Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about The admission is free so pay at the door Now pull out a chair and sit on the floor On one bright day in the middle of the night Two dead boys got up to fight Back to back they faced each other Drew their swords and shot each other The blind man came to see fair play The mute man came to shout hooray The deaf policeman heard the noise And came to stop those two dead boys He lived on the corner in the middle of the block In a two story house on a vacant lot A man with no legs came walking by And kicked the lawman in his thigh He crashed through a wall without making a sound Into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned A long black hearse came to cart him away But he ran for his life and is still gone today I watched from the corner of the table The only eyewitness to facts of my fable If you doubt my lies are true Just ask the blind man, he saw it too
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Two dead boys (My favorite poem of all time!)
between the ******* of ******* Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable body these men’s fingers toss trunks shuffle sacks spin kegs they curl loving around beers the world has these men’s hands but their bodies big and boozing belong to Marj the greenslim purse of whose face opens on a fatgold grin hooray hoorah for the large men who lie between the ******* of ******* Marj for the strong men who sleep between the legs of Lil
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Between The *******
Inside the great big global village not everything is rosy even a cat knows it a leaf can sniff it. The Moon shines not in every night nor God promised always a blue sky. Still the roses bloom Cinderella has the lot the reasons to groom. The richest among the folks turns philanthropist in the globe. The wisest among the men celebrate the era for it’s the civilisation at its peak. Hooray what now triumphs at last is the wisdom and humanity! Really? O please tell me? Not very far, nor for much, just because some differ in faith mothers and fathers left in pain. Not because they are to lose Rohingyan sun nor the land beneath their feet but in no time their sons and daughters can be put to death into fire that too before their eyes before the silent established world!
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Cries of the Innocents (Rohingya)
Isn't it awfully nice to have a ***** Isn't it frightfully good to have a **** It's swell to have a ****** It's divine to own a **** From the tiniest little tadger To the world's biggest ***** So, three cheers for your ***** or John Thomas. Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake, Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend, Your Percy, or your **** You can wrap it up in ribbons. You can slip it in your sock, But don't take it out in public, Or they will stick you in the dock, And you won't come back.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Monte Python's ***** Song
'Today, The Jay...' I open my eyes to see its a new day. Today, What's the day? Is it Saturday or Sunday? The only thing of which I'm certain Is that its not a weekday. So, What can I do today? Without delay, The first thing I do is get my tray Light a blunt to take the pain away. Inhale and exhale, Through the passageways. Chill. . . Then, light another, just because its today. I'm still in bed, but it's already a good day. I push the sheets and pillows out the way Then I get up to empty last night's fluids away. Then to the kitchen, wondering what I can eat today What can I do, to keep the hunger at bay? Maybe some rice and filet? A little something to kickstart the day. While the food preps, I go back to my tray. I smile and giggle as I sculpt my one true love, the Jay With me at any time, anywhere, in any form, on any day. Even though I'm already high; 'Hooray'. I still want another hit of the Jay The Jay, Hits, Without delay. Stays, When everyone goes away. Fades, All the pain away. My worries, It allays. My happiness, it brings to the fray. Keeps my mind, from going astray. Literally, takes my breath away. Causes, no form of decay Keeps me, from getting 'ire' Doesn't negotiate, doesn't parlay. Just good vibes, all the way. The love of the Jay; Isn't just a single foray. Its a constant exchange, Everyday. It's a feeling, that once attained, Nothing, will ever take its place. And there goes the tale of my day, Spent with my true love, the Jay.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Today, The Jay
So I'm going camping— Hooray! I just hope I don't Stay bored all day. So I'm sleeping on hard ground— Whoopee! I just hope it doesn't Get to me. So I'm getting family time— That'll be great! The best thing that'll happen Will be the memories we make.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Camping
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too, and the snake at the word. hooray say the roses, darkness comes all at once, like lights gone out, the sun leaves dark continents and rows of stone. hooray say the roses, cannons and spires, birds, bees, bombers, today is Friday the hand holding a medal out the window, a moth going by, half a mile an hour, hooray hooray hooray say the roses we have empires on our stems, the sun moves the mouth: hooray hooray hooray and that is why you like us.
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Hooray Say The Roses
easter is time is coming soon hooray hooray you see the easter bunny is giving out the eggs hooray oh yeah dudes, come on you see the easter bunny is on his way to give us all treat ya say yeah mate yeah dude, i love the easter bunny oh yeseree someone asked me to a tweet a thin hooray hooray i said, come on let’s party now, it’s easter hooray hooray you see the easter bunny is coming soon i saw a man smoke a big wide balloon ya see, the world of buddha said computers are a place to be and easter hot cross buns are really partying oh yeah oh yeah we say hail to the easter bunny, the easter bunny, the easter bunny hail to the easter bunny, cause he is so cool hail to the easter bunny, the easter bunny the easter bunny hail to the easter bunny, cause he is so cool i got a little bunny, as he crawls through the bushes yeah ya see he is the cutest thing around this world the funny little bunny with a powder puffed tail you see when i go to grandmas house, we look at the flowers there but the big bad woof, scared us all, it was up to the funny little bunny with a powder puffed tail and the easter bunny is cool
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
easter is rad
I really like money, is that a shame? If you don’t have money, is your boss to blame? I want to keep my dollars, I got bills to pay, Less taxes, more money, Hip Hip Hooray!
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
I Like Money
Tech tonics and honesty following repeated offerings to beings I don't think, think that I belong anymore. Not that it bothers me I'm used to feeding apologies to cretins who'd like to think they walk on water I dropped the scene along with anyone I met that shed a tear or was met with fear at the thought of me in harm I think I can't love again And what's worse is that you couldn't care less I'm not a monster, but you treated me just like the ones in your head, yet I told you things to doubt when you never should've You had no business saying you loved me in the first I fell after, I can't handle my emotions, thoughts, I've lost my confidence and I don't care enough to get it back. Your now engaged to a guy you introduced me to. **** you. I wish I could even hate you, but I only hate myself. WHY. I wish for death, or destruction, or cataclysm, or flood, or plague I'm an empty vessel, ready to become Undone. Hooray. (Update I’m getting better)
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May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
Cess
Just as dark rolls back and the sun rises nigh And dawns light can be seen in the eastern sky. From his forest home comes carefully and shy The deer with his headdress held proudly so high. His keen, bright eyes look sharply and true For danger learks but that's nothing new For the experience he has his rack does shew Ten terminating ends that his antlers do He steps forth, onto the grassy clearing Sensing no threat that he need bewaring He continues farther out, more bold and daring Making sure the grass is safe before sharing And just as he is about to feed On tender grass his most favorite indeed It hits his side and he starts to bleed For it has pierced him causing dire need Unable run, to the ground he does fall He coughs on his blood, losing it all And in the distance, hears a cheerful call "Hooray! I got him!" From a tree so tall What remained unknown to the wise, old buck The threat in a tree, such bad luck Waiting to tie a deer to the top of his truck A hunter, by who's bullet, the deer was struck. Please don't think that I am against hunting It's just the facts of life that I am confronting Because you'll see me here quietly munching On a deer steak I fried and am now lunching!
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
The Deer
I am an unwanted child of god I am an unwanted child of god- He said, And I, (believing him) examined his shapes closely. Simple enough, Is what would best describe him, his feet were sheltered by rubbers manufactured in some distant or exotic country crafted by machines in far away factories. This unwanted child of god, this dark young man, child of father after father infinitum; Gave me a look of terror and apathy at once, then spoke. I think, sometimes, of acting out of character- (his smile surprised me) I put the gun in my mouth just to taste the cold iron- I bring men to my hotel room, women too- (his gap widened) Who can say I am not the happiest ******* on the ******* planet- 'not me' I'll drink to that- Oh hoarse throat, oh smokey breath Oh sad unwanted child of god Whose mother did look upon the coat-hanger, And whose father did look upon the belt; I'll drink to you everyday, For who is to say I'm not the happiest ******* on the ******* planet? Hip and hip hooray. Next Sunday he pulled the trigger, and stained the Dull brown wall of his hotel room.
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
I am an unwanted child of god
There was a fly who only had one eye. He lived a simple life on the River wry. One day the fly with only one eye began to cry. I'm very lonely he said to himself, I feel as though I've been left on the shelf. From out of nowhere an Elf appeared, an Elf who had only one ear. Your not alone the Elf did shout, come on over let's hang out. The Fly with one eye flapped his wings and said loudly so the Elf with one ear could hear,  I'm going to try to fly to the other side of the river wry. The Elf with one ear said do not fear I'll be your eyes and you'll be my ears. But half way across the Fly with one eye gave a big sigh and said  to the Elf with only one ear, I do fear that I will not finish the ride to the other side of the river wry. Do not fear said the Elf with only one ear.  With my perfect eyes I can see that half way across in the middle of a bog on a log are a frog and bee, surely they will help me. The Elf with only one ear shouted loudly to the frog and bee, can you please help me? The frog and the bee shouted back "gladly".  But the Elf who only had one ear could not hear the reply from the middle of the river wry. The Fly with one eye heard the reply and shouted as loudly as he could muster "the frog and bee have agreed gladly to help you and me" The Elf with one ear was relieved to hear this and set about outlining his plan. The Fly with one eye would flap his wings and start his trip across the river. The frog would jump up and down on his lily pad and make a noise which sounded like ribbit, ribbit, the Fly with one eye and the Elf with one ear would use the frog for direction, tuning into it. Once the Fly with one eye had passed the frog by the bee would set about buzzing loudly, the fly with one eye and the Elf with one ear would follow the buzzing to the edge of the river. The plan worked the Fly with one eye gave a shout hip hip hip hooray. The Elf with one ear gave three cheers and the frog and the bee clapped merrily. Hooray said the Fly with only one Eye and the Elf with only one Ear, let's get all our friends together and bake a cake to celebrate. The Fly with one eye looked at his friends and knew that life would never be quite the same now he could count on his new found friends, the Elf with one ear and the frog and the bee were like one big family.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
The Fly with one eye and the Elf with one ear
There was a fly who only had one eye. He lived a simple life on the River wry. One day the fly with only one eye began to cry. I'm very lonely he said to himself, I feel as though I've been left on the shelf. From out of nowhere an Elf appeared, an Elf who had only one ear. Your not alone the Elf did shout, come on over let's hang out. The Fly with one eye flapped his wings and said loudly so the Elf with one ear could hear,  I'm going to try to fly to the other side of the river wry. The Elf with one ear said do not fear I'll be your eyes and you'll be my ears. But half way across the Fly with one eye gave a big sigh and said  to the Elf with only one ear, I do fear that I will not finish the ride to the other side of the river wry. Do not fear said the Elf with only one ear.  With my perfect eyes I can see that half way across in the middle of a bog on a log are a frog and bee, surely they will help me. The Elf with only one ear shouted loudly to the frog and bee, can you please help me? The frog and the bee shouted back "gladly".  But the Elf who only had one ear could not hear the reply from the middle of the river wry. The Fly with one eye heard the reply and shouted as loudly as he could muster "the frog and bee have agreed gladly to help you and me" The Elf with one ear was relieved to hear this and set about outlining his plan. The Fly with one eye would flap his wings and start his trip across the river. The frog would jump up and down on his lily pad and make a noise which sounded like ribbit, ribbit, the Fly with one eye and the Elf with one ear would use the frog for direction, tuning into it. Once the Fly with one eye had passed the frog by the bee would set about buzzing loudly, the fly with one eye and the Elf with one ear would follow the buzzing to the edge of the river. The plan worked the Fly with one eye gave a shout hip hip hip hooray. The Elf with one ear gave three cheers and the frog and the bee clapped merrily. Hooray said the Fly with only one Eye and the Elf with only one Ear, let's get all our friends together and bake a cake to celebrate. The Fly with one eye looked at his friends and knew that life would never be quite the same now he could count on his new found friends, the Elf with one ear and the frog and the bee were like one big family.
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Gunboats ahoy there’s pirates about Speeding from Somali’s shore, A fast flimsy boat and some black skinny men With grenade launchers, cannon and more. They’re coming to capture the tankers They’re coming to capture the crew They’re coming to take you hostage Because fat cats will pay cash for you. It’s happening more every day now Ships are held to ransom for gold, This contagion is out of hand now The Somalian pirates are becoming so bold. Hard men in the west prepare crackdowns Gunboats sail for the Gulf as we speak, With instructions to shoot to **** now And make eradication of pirates complete! But you ask, why is this happening? Why does a man, a pirate become? What instigates this crazy morphosis From fisherman to pirate with gun? Somalia has no Government to speak of, It collapsed and went long ago. No law or army in place here, Life is dangerous, chaotic and low. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They ditched toxic waste in the sea They irradiated the coastline region Making this a poisoned place to be. The coast folk were dying in thousands Sick mothers lost babies and kids Black illness spread madly in villages Then blind panic and pain hit the skids. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They trawled the coastline clean Somalia’s fishermen were destitute The catch went from vast to lean. The villagers were starving and hopeless And what was pain became death. The leaders appealed for salvation But those with the means, had turned deaf. Who would take this problem on now? Who would make these ******** pay? Most turned around and shunned them, The world had turned and looked away. So hit transgressors where they’re vulnerable. Strike in sea lanes where it’s free. Hit them near the Horn of Africa. Attack with blades of piracy. Hooray for the small man’s justice. Hooray for his skinny, black shanks, Please God help their quest for deliverance For the West has arrived with their tanks. Now I ask you, in all fairness To stand back and view the scene, Where the richest and most powerful are doing something that's obscene For not only are they poisoning The most vulnerable race on earth But compounding it with genocide, And I add, for what it's worth, The West, in righteous arrogance, are crushing poorest fellow man In his struggle for survival Against their mammoth, global hand. Marshalg @theGate Mangere Bridge 25 April 2009
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
Gunboat Pirates
Gunboats ahoy there’s pirates about Speeding from Somali’s shore, A fast flimsy boat and some black skinny men With grenade launchers, cannon and more. They’re coming to capture the tankers They’re coming to capture the crew They’re coming to take you hostage Because fat cats will pay cash for you. It’s happening more every day now Ships are held to ransom for gold, This contagion is out of hand now The Somalian pirates are becoming so bold. Hard men in the west prepare crackdowns Gunboats sail for the Gulf as we speak, With instructions to shoot to **** now And make eradication of pirates complete! But you ask, why is this happening? Why does a man, a pirate become? What instigates this crazy morphosis From fisherman to pirate with gun? Somalia has no Government to speak of, It collapsed and went long ago. No law or army in place here, Life is dangerous, chaotic and low. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They ditched toxic waste in the sea They irradiated the coastline region Making this a poisoned place to be. The coast folk were dying in thousands Sick mothers lost babies and kids Black illness spread madly in villages Then blind panic and pain hit the skids. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They trawled the coastline clean Somalia’s fishermen were destitute The catch went from vast to lean. The villagers were starving and hopeless And what was pain became death. The leaders appealed for salvation But those with the means, had turned deaf. Who would take this problem on now? Who would make these ******** pay? Most turned around and shunned them, The world had turned and looked away. So hit transgressors where they’re vulnerable. Strike in sea lanes where it’s free. Hit them near the Horn of Africa. Attack with blades of piracy. Hooray for the small man’s justice. Hooray for his skinny, black shanks, Please God help their quest for deliverance For the West has arrived with their tanks. Now I ask you, in all fairness To stand back and view the scene, Where the richest and most powerful are doing something that's obscene For not only are they poisoning The most vulnerable race on earth But compounding it with genocide, And I add, for what it's worth, The West, in righteous arrogance, are crushing poorest fellow man In his struggle for survival Against their mammoth, global hand. Marshalg @theGate Mangere Bridge 25 April 2009
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Hang on, hold on... ...we get the fiddle out,* Now the old Ban-jo... here comes it now, clap tune with us...* America went in the can when Hollywood then brought-in, The good feelings sneakin' 'round as Old Times never for-got-ten. HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! Real T.V. got your goat as poli-ticks snake your vote, I guess that's how, guess what's now, -rock that boat! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! T.V. keepin' Dixie! Take a knee you N-F-L, NBA you go to Hell! Still not same, as Me 'n Me, with money, life is swell! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! Demo-cracy was thrown a hand, when Dixieland lost it's stand, Oh live and die for T.V. Keep your eyes down now, -boy don't look around... ...Our way, -T.V. -is Dixie! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! Gotten out? The Great Gar-den? Then we shot your Mar-tin. And ole Jay Z we'll mow him down, every time he hits our town, oh you'll see, catch a grave, as God T.V. keep y'all a slave! Not the same, as Me n' Me, in spite of all your New money! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie! HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
DIXIE LAND!
I never thought about my whiteness, other than to realize that I’m ghost-white and therefore not as attractive as some tan buxom babe. I thought more about my economic status: upper middle class with plenty that would give me a leg up, that I knew I’d never lack for higher education. It has gradually occurred to me, though, that even though I may have a societal advantage being white and all that, I’m still a chick and therefore have several strikes against my success, or at least a comparable salary. Not to mention the load of ridiculous expectations to be mother, successful career woman, housekeeper, **** star, and ****** Hooray for the Bible Belt, where church is next door to the *** Adult stores targeted at hick white males. Hooray for my mother’s Texas family where it’s okay for an adopted daughter-in-law to be gay but nobody else is allowed and some of them will look down their noses at my Indian boyfriend and ask me why I’m diluting my blood with a foreigner.
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 5:24 PM UTC
Traction
Sweat dripping from my puke, trapped and chained by an IV..my inner stereo screamed from 102.9 and on top of my ride I felt totaled. Darkness and alone with empathy blind to my dungeon. Why do you treat me like this? You don’t even know me! You don’t really care! You only care about yourself! Give me a second of your time! Don’t you see my heart is bleeding?! I was justified and as usual my finger went to point but at that point I realized I’ve always been the MARK. HAHA did it take disease to realize the disease. You see from the outside and don’t we many look so pretty? Hip Hip Hooray they say to my accomplishment but inner drive selfish like the parasite. I could have lived my whole life white picket ignorant, world successful and none the wiser. But I can’t trade it for nothing I had to die through a sickness to see the re-mastering of my soul by His remedy… Blood........ Light on “Would you go again?” Are you kidding! I’d go again if it kills me!.... No half and half I’m all in… I understand and want to Love like my own marrow. I’m coming back to you kids..I love you and no circumstance matters for this man. My unseen finally got engaged to the fire of my actions and……………. I DO
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
“Thank you Malaria”
Rooty toot toot, Let's all give a hoot Because today is your birthday! Hip hip hooray! It's your special day, It's a wonderful magical thing to say! Bring out the cake Let’s all gather around And raise up a musical Birthday song sound. Yippee hallelujah It’s time to celebrate We’re here for you And we really can’t wait. Rooty toot toot, Let's all give a hoot Because today is your birthday! Hip hip hooray! It's your special day, It's a wonderful magical thing to say! It’s always a good day When your birthday begins; The minute you wake up Your birthday begins. And if we are clever enough And do it the right way Your birthday continues At least for several days. Rooty toot toot, Let's all give a hoot Because today is your birthday! Hip hip hooray! It's your special day, It's a wonderful magical thing to say!
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
BIRTHDAY CHEER
Today is a significant day, the day I come near Celebrate! To shout hooray, you go smile my dear Different paths collide in one way, by the ink of that spear As time flies, I intended to stay, to help you conquer that fear.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Nostalgia
Trophies for last place, And a Holiday for every weekend. A taste of this and that... OF Italy and Ireland and Asia and Germany and every township in the county, and 3 collective Miles of Portable Toilets, Strategically Positioned throughout each event. cause there is going to be a Lot of **** Hooray for whatever we are celebrating this weekend. Whichever one of the 30 different Woodstocks Or week long Music Festivals That exist only so the Hippest of Hipsters can congratulate each other on how Indie they are. Ya know, it's happy hour somewhere... Why not party All Day, Everyday? Devalue the weekend Like we have thanksgiving And New Years. A Five Kay For the Common Cold, And We'll even give trophies for last place. Cause we're all winners here. and we're all hungry. And What represents your heritage better than Pizza or sauerkraut or General Tso's And endless flowing barrels of refreshing, Ice cold, Domestically brewed and Nationally brand recognized Alcoholic Beverages? IT's The Great Dumb Down, Charlie Brown!!! A symptom of the Universe If there ever was one. Mass anesthesia to keep us all content With our collective mediocrities, our Forfeit Potential, Our Day Job that doesn't pay very well, But kind has benefits. So we stay on. In fear of nothing better. It makes feel important. Like Wheel of Fortune makes us feel smart. (Wow, you can spell?!)... Dwindling returns in a world of Beige and Pastels And the Muted Grays of limestone concrete. We Accept less and we Get less and we accept less and we Get less And On And on and on, till we hit that lowest common cultural denominator, where your race is what food you eat, And we all qualify for the special Olympics.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Peppermint Pattie's Farting Circus
Trophies for last place, And a Holiday for every weekend. A taste of this and that... OF Italy and Ireland and Asia and Germany and every township in the county, and 3 collective Miles of Portable Toilets, Strategically Positioned throughout each event. cause there is going to be a Lot of **** Hooray for whatever we are celebrating this weekend. Whichever one of the 30 different Woodstocks Or week long Music Festivals That exist only so the Hippest of Hipsters can congratulate each other on how Indie they are. Ya know, it's happy hour somewhere... Why not party All Day, Everyday? Devalue the weekend Like we have thanksgiving And New Years. A Five Kay For the Common Cold, And We'll even give trophies for last place. Cause we're all winners here. and we're all hungry. And What represents your heritage better than Pizza or sauerkraut or General Tso's And endless flowing barrels of refreshing, Ice cold, Domestically brewed and Nationally brand recognized Alcoholic Beverages? IT's The Great Dumb Down, Charlie Brown!!! A symptom of the Universe If there ever was one. Mass anesthesia to keep us all content With our collective mediocrities, our Forfeit Potential, Our Day Job that doesn't pay very well, But kind has benefits. So we stay on. In fear of nothing better. It makes feel important. Like Wheel of Fortune makes us feel smart. (Wow, you can spell?!)... Dwindling returns in a world of Beige and Pastels And the Muted Grays of limestone concrete. We Accept less and we Get less and we accept less and we Get less And On And on and on, till we hit that lowest common cultural denominator, where your race is what food you eat, And we all qualify for the special Olympics.
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There once was a man with a bowtie And a little redhead girl I'm gonna tell you the truth now She loved him and he loved her. They sat around the table With fish fingers and custard, ice cream They talked about his big blue box And her family In the middle of their midnight snack An alarm rang from TARDIS, blue He told her he would be back In just a minute, or two He accidentally missed his mark Twelve years had gone by But he just sauntered out Waving and saying "Amelia, hi!" Twas the first time they saved the world When Amelia was just nineteen Two years later he picked her up On the eve of her wedding But then the cracks in the universe And all of space and time Consumed the Doctor, all of him But that's not the ending rhyme The night she and Rory wed Amy jumped out of her chair "I remember you!" She shouted And the Doctor appeared there And so the Raggedy man came back No more in the crack in the wall Amy's imaginary friend Bowtie, suspenders, and all Later came an astronaut Her name was River Song She lifted her hand and against her will Killed the Doctor, gone. But, hooray! The Doctor wasn't dead It was wibbly wobbly, timey wimey Stuff messing with their heads And Amy had a daughter Name? Melody Pond. But the only water in the forest is rivers, So she was really River Song. Subtract love, Add hate Daleks scream Exterminate! Angels, Angels everywhere Take a little blink In the ground and in the air And then they took Rory "Come along Pond, please!" He said with a cry She turned to him and said "Raggedy man, goodbye!" "No!" He shouts in despair "It can't be true!" He stands over their grave Oh Ponds, he loved you He sits on the steps Letting River fly Too grief stricken to hurt Or even to cry Dreams are broken Time stands still The Doctor runs up A small rocky hill Afterword, it reads By Amelia Pond We love you Doctor And we're sorry we're gone There's a girl waiting in a garden She'll be waiting for a while So go to her She needs a smile. Tell her she's a fairytale Known by many, loved by more Not best in the universe, But most important in the world. She went with him and took his hand He showed her the stars and distant lands Together they ran, their spirits high Until they day came when they said goodbye Goodbye, Ponds.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
The Ballad of the Raggedy Man
There once was a man with a bowtie And a little redhead girl I'm gonna tell you the truth now She loved him and he loved her. They sat around the table With fish fingers and custard, ice cream They talked about his big blue box And her family In the middle of their midnight snack An alarm rang from TARDIS, blue He told her he would be back In just a minute, or two He accidentally missed his mark Twelve years had gone by But he just sauntered out Waving and saying "Amelia, hi!" Twas the first time they saved the world When Amelia was just nineteen Two years later he picked her up On the eve of her wedding But then the cracks in the universe And all of space and time Consumed the Doctor, all of him But that's not the ending rhyme The night she and Rory wed Amy jumped out of her chair "I remember you!" She shouted And the Doctor appeared there And so the Raggedy man came back No more in the crack in the wall Amy's imaginary friend Bowtie, suspenders, and all Later came an astronaut Her name was River Song She lifted her hand and against her will Killed the Doctor, gone. But, hooray! The Doctor wasn't dead It was wibbly wobbly, timey wimey Stuff messing with their heads And Amy had a daughter Name? Melody Pond. But the only water in the forest is rivers, So she was really River Song. Subtract love, Add hate Daleks scream Exterminate! Angels, Angels everywhere Take a little blink In the ground and in the air And then they took Rory "Come along Pond, please!" He said with a cry She turned to him and said "Raggedy man, goodbye!" "No!" He shouts in despair "It can't be true!" He stands over their grave Oh Ponds, he loved you He sits on the steps Letting River fly Too grief stricken to hurt Or even to cry Dreams are broken Time stands still The Doctor runs up A small rocky hill Afterword, it reads By Amelia Pond We love you Doctor And we're sorry we're gone There's a girl waiting in a garden She'll be waiting for a while So go to her She needs a smile. Tell her she's a fairytale Known by many, loved by more Not best in the universe, But most important in the world. She went with him and took his hand He showed her the stars and distant lands Together they ran, their spirits high Until they day came when they said goodbye Goodbye, Ponds.
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the easter bunny is coming around hooray hooray coming to every house in town hooray hooray you see the easter bunny is coming round to give the kids chocolate oh yeah yeah mate yeah the easter bunny is here again you see the easter bunny starts in new zealand hooray hooray then goes to australia hooray hooray then he passes every country dropping chocolate in their houses yeah mate yeah the easter bunny is so cool he crosses over england and france hooray hooray then he goes from the carribean coast to the mighty USA hooray hooray overall he delivers 300 million easter eggs there could be more but who gives a heck then the easter bunny can enjoy his chocolate milkshake and an easter egg, saying overall he did a very good job you see i am a famous bunny who loves to fly around the sky, you see at the end of easter, the easter bunny takes a well earned break and now he can relax now everyone is eating chocolate
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
the easter bunny's journey
yo yo yo yo yolo from the tip of your hat to the bottom of your toe all you hear is the word yolo it ain't that big it ain't that small but its as hard as a sold brick wall where did it come from where did it start was the guy who made it a big old **** is there anything else that I could say ooh I know I shout hip hooray yolo mc swagins the end
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
yolo
mum's well intended tough upbringing ended in a two sided razor sharp sword i am independent, intelligent, and successful that same achievements cause me no shortage of frenemies and a severe debilitating starvation for true friendship and love men wont touch me with a 10 foot poll both sexes make me out to be weird beyond the point of recognising there reflexion in me imprisoned in a life i wanted, successful with a incurable case of loneliness, i'm drowning out with food and bad poetry this is my roaring twenties, hooray cant wait for the next 80 years going senile will be a blessing no longer haunted by pain and unreached potential
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
my life, a prison
Today tastes like Satisfied saturday lie ins and accompanied sleepy yawns Tea in bed toast crumbs Today tastes like Washing pegs I hold in my mouth while ******* things out on the line Today tastes like Saturday sweetie day peanut m n m's and other sugary treats hooray! Today tastes like a trip to the zoo animal antics fruit bats meerkats and tamarin tantrics Today tastes like My son's hearty hugs he's been away all week with the scouts a hearty dinner whilst he recounts his trip's losers and winners Today tastes like brightly coloured family television shows of sofa time and cheesey toes (before i put the boys in the bath) Today tastes like relaxation tea and more tea Maybe I'll allow myself a cheeky glass of wine to further relax and unwind!
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Today tastes like....