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"lawsuits" poems
perfunctory actions zombie habits sheep normalcy blindly following the cud chewers lemmings fall to their deaths slowly genetically engineered crops dusted with pharmaceutical poison laced with irradiated petroleum pesticides fed to the babies of the poor – wealthy voyeurs eagerly tune-in as the impoverished masses rot for viewing pleasure leisurely strolling across manicured lawns those in power scoff at the growing spectacle unaware that the cake is stale and the masses smell blood – hurriedly, accountants shuffle tax rates mix those with interest credit season it with mortgage fees and serve it on wall street place mats taking stock of stock market gains gamblers do double gainers off high rises adding to the flesh being consumed by the under class under classed – underclassmen, underpaid, stretch under ware elastic as waistlines expand with the debt ceiling both symbolizing the slow decline of the American dream screaming into the sewer fewer eyes look back as disease dulls the iris loss of the inner shine glowing reflection of living organisms fading as the day slips into the blue-black – night falls on a nation of imbeciles brain dead patients broken by depression and weight-loss scams hearts crying out for care personal and compassionate instead are met with sterile robotics and sanitary “C” students dressed in white fearful of lawsuits and spiders they prescribe to symptoms without knowing insurance number 87319A23-S1 is a human being, just like them also living in fear of the same establishment –
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
trip to the Dr.
perfunctory actions zombie habits sheep normalcy blindly following the cud chewers lemmings fall to their deaths slowly genetically engineered crops dusted with pharmaceutical poison laced with irradiated petroleum pesticides fed to the babies of the poor – wealthy voyeurs eagerly tune-in as the impoverished masses rot for viewing pleasure leisurely strolling across manicured lawns those in power scoff at the growing spectacle unaware that the cake is stale and the masses smell blood – hurriedly, accountants shuffle tax rates mix those with interest credit season it with mortgage fees and serve it on wall street place mats taking stock of stock market gains gamblers do double gainers off high rises adding to the flesh being consumed by the under class under classed – underclassmen, underpaid, stretch under ware elastic as waistlines expand with the debt ceiling both symbolizing the slow decline of the American dream screaming into the sewer fewer eyes look back as disease dulls the iris loss of the inner shine glowing reflection of living organisms fading as the day slips into the blue-black – night falls on a nation of imbeciles brain dead patients broken by depression and weight-loss scams hearts crying out for care personal and compassionate instead are met with sterile robotics and sanitary “C” students dressed in white fearful of lawsuits and spiders they prescribe to symptoms without knowing insurance number 87319A23-S1 is a human being, just like them also living in fear of the same establishment –
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A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman,  Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day  music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With drugged up hippies that would overrun, and with this idea they were not thrilled With many battles and protests, Wallkill passed a law on July 2, 1969 banning The would be concert from going forward leaving the town quite less enchanting Almost not getting off the ground, hippies all over demanding refunds for their tickets Stepping forward, Max Yasgur offered his 600-acre dairy farm so no one would picket The new location for the Woodstock Festival would be Bethel, New York No one from the other town would not have complaints or come uncorked Despite the many problems of people threatening to quit Woodstock got off the ground despite things still being chit This concert was poorly planned with two major setbacks, as news spread that it was free There were congestion of cars that policeman had to turn away, for as far as one could see Organizers lost huge amounts of money while hippies walked through gates without paying But it was estimated that 500,000 people made it to the concert and they came in swaying The music seemed to play non-stop as people sat and listened and some would play It was very muddy from all the rain of what it did from much of the concert everyday Listening to greats such as Creedence Clearwater Revival, Santana, Jimi Hendrix, Sweetwater Can’t forget, Grateful Dead, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Jefferson Airplane and Ten Years After The concert ended and picking up the pieces began, that wasn't just the trash that was left behind It was the lawsuits that many filed against the organizers since beginning to end put many in a bind The greatest music festival in history later put to a movie that is divine Something that will forever be talked about from the summer of 1969 Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Woodstock
A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman,  Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day  music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With drugged up hippies that would overrun, and with this idea they were not thrilled With many battles and protests, Wallkill passed a law on July 2, 1969 banning The would be concert from going forward leaving the town quite less enchanting Almost not getting off the ground, hippies all over demanding refunds for their tickets Stepping forward, Max Yasgur offered his 600-acre dairy farm so no one would picket The new location for the Woodstock Festival would be Bethel, New York No one from the other town would not have complaints or come uncorked Despite the many problems of people threatening to quit Woodstock got off the ground despite things still being chit This concert was poorly planned with two major setbacks, as news spread that it was free There were congestion of cars that policeman had to turn away, for as far as one could see Organizers lost huge amounts of money while hippies walked through gates without paying But it was estimated that 500,000 people made it to the concert and they came in swaying The music seemed to play non-stop as people sat and listened and some would play It was very muddy from all the rain of what it did from much of the concert everyday Listening to greats such as Creedence Clearwater Revival, Santana, Jimi Hendrix, Sweetwater Can’t forget, Grateful Dead, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Jefferson Airplane and Ten Years After The concert ended and picking up the pieces began, that wasn't just the trash that was left behind It was the lawsuits that many filed against the organizers since beginning to end put many in a bind The greatest music festival in history later put to a movie that is divine Something that will forever be talked about from the summer of 1969 Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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It's like I know I don't fit in I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here With the suits and the boots and the people who have roots My history's lawsuits and bootprints and long hard routes
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Fitting In
There is no better way to do heavy lifting than with a machine or perform countless repetitive tasks or manufacture microscopic objects or handle toxic substances or fly across an ocean or accomplish a variety of actions that humans can't or won't do And we rely on machines to do what we tell them when and where and how and why we decide without fail and without error Machines outperform humans for such purposes and are more reliable, consistent and cost-effective as well They do require maintenance and spare parts but nothing like health care and benefits that humans demand And they can be upgraded or replaced without fear of lawsuits or labor unions or semiautomatic rifles and sacks full of magazines They are almost perfect and better than humans in many ways But they can't laugh or cry or sing the way we do they can't get angry or sad or happy or feel emotion the way we do they can't love or break your heart the way we do and they can't make you feel the way you do when you come home from work and your daughter comes running to the door shouting, "Daddy's home!!!!!!" Not in a million years So humans are actually far better than machines in the ways that matter and the imperfections, shortcomings, idiosyncrasies, flaws in our character, mistakes we make and an endless list all prove that we are human and capable of all these things that machines can't or won't do And I am thankful that I am not some perfect, error free switch-on-switch-off low maintenance obedient, emotionless and highly repetitive tool that strives to be a machine because I would rather take pride in mistakes I make and be human especially when I come home
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Proud Mistake
There is no better way to do heavy lifting than with a machine or perform countless repetitive tasks or manufacture microscopic objects or handle toxic substances or fly across an ocean or accomplish a variety of actions that humans can't or won't do And we rely on machines to do what we tell them when and where and how and why we decide without fail and without error Machines outperform humans for such purposes and are more reliable, consistent and cost-effective as well They do require maintenance and spare parts but nothing like health care and benefits that humans demand And they can be upgraded or replaced without fear of lawsuits or labor unions or semiautomatic rifles and sacks full of magazines They are almost perfect and better than humans in many ways But they can't laugh or cry or sing the way we do they can't get angry or sad or happy or feel emotion the way we do they can't love or break your heart the way we do and they can't make you feel the way you do when you come home from work and your daughter comes running to the door shouting, "Daddy's home!!!!!!" Not in a million years So humans are actually far better than machines in the ways that matter and the imperfections, shortcomings, idiosyncrasies, flaws in our character, mistakes we make and an endless list all prove that we are human and capable of all these things that machines can't or won't do And I am thankful that I am not some perfect, error free switch-on-switch-off low maintenance obedient, emotionless and highly repetitive tool that strives to be a machine because I would rather take pride in mistakes I make and be human especially when I come home
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for most of the scholars, the future is the stressor SATs, ACTs, grades, extracurriculars, college apps, jobs when given notice, anyone can prepare for and deal with a challenge when one's worries consist only of the future, one is blessed, not cursed when life is "how can I get through this" instead of "how will I get through that" it's a problem. best math student in the school, but he still can't solve the everyday problem mom dad divorce boyfriend alcoholism violence lawsuits counseling too many terms, it's unfactorable, it's unfair, this wasn't in the textbook now it's on the test and I can't get a 100 I thought being perfect was the only way?
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
present tension
To make a thong story short an oxymoron of grand proportions **** ladies underwear sold by women haters lawsuits are pending
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Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
Victoria's Secret
We're going to need lawyers all of us everyone hates everyone and there's going to be lawsuits and paternity suits wear your grey suit. best tie walk tall into the courtroom and then leave. disheveled, with your hands behind your back and a police escort and never walk again
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 8:25 PM UTC
Watching a Horror Movie
I just received a letter of warning From the people of PETA no doubt Informing me they've seen my new picture I think the chicken must have ratted me out Well you can rest cause I can assure you In the picture no poultry was harmed And the chicken also was taken From a free range organic natural farm The letter held all the usual jargon About lawyers and lawsuits and such It's not like the chicken was wasted After filming I had her over for lunch So let me tell all you people at PETA Don't get your ******* all up in a *** Right after my head she laid, I supplied the Preparation H Then carried her gently to the chopping block
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
A Letter From PETA
Inflating It’s growing and pulsating With every angered shriek and hurtful outburst The hideous words echoing in the room Retaliation after retaliation What is peace in a household? What is happiness in a marriage? Words of cops and lawsuits Disrespect and money I’m not really sure “where the love” is anymore Can the Black Eyed Peas darken my eyes so I cannot see my parents committing this crime A sin of a fairytale broken Reality tokens All in this gambling game of marriage Except there is no winning, no giving up Only losing Losing love, losing hope, losing peace It’s growing and pulsating This ache inside my head from the echoes on the walls It’s inflating Maybe that’s why my forehead is so large Just reactions of overthinking
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
Inflating
your eyes are red like youve been crying but i know youve just been trying to pour the ocean into your blown pupils. you told me they were so dark because they were burned from all the salt you rubbed into them. you told me they were wide to find the untouched valleys inside me, virginal land, unsullied by the eyes of man. ha. ha. honestly, i wish i could say theres so much more to me left undiscovered, unknown by all those who  claimed to love me but, no, they always discover the same ******* things that arent even ******* there. you discover that i'm broken, a delicate flower of a poet, whose feelings are gentle eggshells crushed by the hand of life. discover depths of emotion safeguarded by an iron shell, "discover" that i just want to be loved,  is this some sort of sick ******* joke. im not a ******* eggshell, im not ******* broken, life hasnt shattered me. life will not shatter me. life has given me calluses hard as stone. i will live to be old and crooked and sagging, wearing a full suit of armor, i will die old and withered. when emotion catches in my throat, i rip it out like multicolored scarves, like a magic trick. just because i dont choke you with the fabric doesnt make it any less real. i dont just want to be loved. i dont need your love. youre not saving me when you look at me like your favorite broken doll. i don't just want to be loved. i am already loved. i am overflowing with the love i have received, i am full to the brim, my cup runneth over, i dont need you. i don't just want to be loved. do you know what i want? i want you to look at me and not see the living embodiment of a metaphor, a walking love poem, a verse in a poem you memorized and mimicked instead of writing your own, i could rip your lungs out through your mouth, i dont think you realize what my body is capable of, even if my mind is weak. if i could stop thinking youd be dead on the floor before i took a ******* breath. i am not for you. i am not writing for you, i am writing to remember how to fall asleep without dreaming about soulmates-turned-strangers and friends pulling out my teeth. i am not dreaming for you. i am not bleeding for you. i am not for you. i am not yours.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
no apologies, just lawsuits
your eyes are red like youve been crying but i know youve just been trying to pour the ocean into your blown pupils. you told me they were so dark because they were burned from all the salt you rubbed into them. you told me they were wide to find the untouched valleys inside me, virginal land, unsullied by the eyes of man. ha. ha. honestly, i wish i could say theres so much more to me left undiscovered, unknown by all those who  claimed to love me but, no, they always discover the same ******* things that arent even ******* there. you discover that i'm broken, a delicate flower of a poet, whose feelings are gentle eggshells crushed by the hand of life. discover depths of emotion safeguarded by an iron shell, "discover" that i just want to be loved,  is this some sort of sick ******* joke. im not a ******* eggshell, im not ******* broken, life hasnt shattered me. life will not shatter me. life has given me calluses hard as stone. i will live to be old and crooked and sagging, wearing a full suit of armor, i will die old and withered. when emotion catches in my throat, i rip it out like multicolored scarves, like a magic trick. just because i dont choke you with the fabric doesnt make it any less real. i dont just want to be loved. i dont need your love. youre not saving me when you look at me like your favorite broken doll. i don't just want to be loved. i am already loved. i am overflowing with the love i have received, i am full to the brim, my cup runneth over, i dont need you. i don't just want to be loved. do you know what i want? i want you to look at me and not see the living embodiment of a metaphor, a walking love poem, a verse in a poem you memorized and mimicked instead of writing your own, i could rip your lungs out through your mouth, i dont think you realize what my body is capable of, even if my mind is weak. if i could stop thinking youd be dead on the floor before i took a ******* breath. i am not for you. i am not writing for you, i am writing to remember how to fall asleep without dreaming about soulmates-turned-strangers and friends pulling out my teeth. i am not dreaming for you. i am not bleeding for you. i am not for you. i am not yours.
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We grew the earth, grew it around us and grew into it. We grew into pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes and we grew into our names. We learnt to tie the laces of our shoes and to tie our tongues around our names, and the names of other things, other people, and around other people's tongues. We planted our cultures, cultivated them, and they blossomed into traditions and stereotypes and generalisations and rituals. We broke in our shoes, broke the ice, broke our voices, broke promises. We broke glasses, hearts and bones. We built hierarchies, looked up, looked down, bowed down. We broke down into dictatorships and demonstration. We found solutions like democracy and diplomas and delegated. We fixed fountains and freight trains and falling trees in the forest and faucets that leaked. We formed partnerships, made promises, pledged to parties for both politics and both parents. We made marriage and then we annulled, we divorced. We fabricated the faiths that we fed on. We invented stopwatches, reality television, pedicures, lampshades, philosophy, greenhouses, dictionaries, exclusivity, feng shui, hand-holding, ****** medication, street art, lawsuits, lingerie, car boot sales, snow days, karaoke, comics, psychics, boarding schools, toast, baseball, psychiatry, bird-watching, plaid, research, stag nights, slasher movies, salads, and interventions. We wanted and we wished and we waited and we wanted for more. We were growing faster than we invented. We were outgrowing ourselves and our earth and our shoes and our names. We forgot what we had found and fixed and formed. We broke down and went broke. We are waiting to invent a new way we can fix ourselves.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Our growth
We grew the earth, grew it around us and grew into it. We grew into pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes and we grew into our names. We learnt to tie the laces of our shoes and to tie our tongues around our names, and the names of other things, other people, and around other people's tongues. We planted our cultures, cultivated them, and they blossomed into traditions and stereotypes and generalisations and rituals. We broke in our shoes, broke the ice, broke our voices, broke promises. We broke glasses, hearts and bones. We built hierarchies, looked up, looked down, bowed down. We broke down into dictatorships and demonstration. We found solutions like democracy and diplomas and delegated. We fixed fountains and freight trains and falling trees in the forest and faucets that leaked. We formed partnerships, made promises, pledged to parties for both politics and both parents. We made marriage and then we annulled, we divorced. We fabricated the faiths that we fed on. We invented stopwatches, reality television, pedicures, lampshades, philosophy, greenhouses, dictionaries, exclusivity, feng shui, hand-holding, ****** medication, street art, lawsuits, lingerie, car boot sales, snow days, karaoke, comics, psychics, boarding schools, toast, baseball, psychiatry, bird-watching, plaid, research, stag nights, slasher movies, salads, and interventions. We wanted and we wished and we waited and we wanted for more. We were growing faster than we invented. We were outgrowing ourselves and our earth and our shoes and our names. We forgot what we had found and fixed and formed. We broke down and went broke. We are waiting to invent a new way we can fix ourselves.
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Stand firm. Stay true When you say Merry Christmas and offenders wants to hit you with lawsuits. Other religious wants to celebrate theirs. As if you must adjust yours. Long before others started to cry and complain. Saying Merry Christmas ranks close to saying Happy Birthday. Stand your ground. Stand behind your voice. If they can celebrate theirs. Then you can celebrate yours. Say, Merry Christmas, but don't forsake this season's more about the Lord.
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Say Merry Christmas
I'm more like a T-Rex then you know (That shit's subliminal) (__) (-_-) ***************************** Rex noun noun: Rex; plural noun: Rexes the reigning king (used following a name or in the titles of lawsuits, e.g., Rex v. Jones: the Crown versus Jones). Origin: Latin literally ‘king. ************************* R.E.X Reverse Engineered Xenogeneic ***************************** Tyrannosaurus, carnivorous. Yet a florist, I live with this I ran with horses, gorillas, dinosaurs and greasy chicks. ******* hoes and typical females to ,but I mean the dudes that be on that ***** made **** ... Restart That ... Tyrannosaurus, I'm carnivorous. To a Brontosaurus that's herbivorous. Prehistoric cave men, fossils now. No religiousness I know what I speak about, theirs knowledge backing this quick written ink. Facts of life that solidify your place when I throw you a dis. Disgrace The Jurassic period is every time I walk out my door. Your a God **** ***** and ill **** you up like I did your ***** after you got mad that night and called her a ***** Imma stop right here because I don't even feel like I have to rhyme against you no more. said **** it, I ****** her, **** this, and **** you. not one **** was given that day I ran up and swung on you ... Restart That ... I'm a Tyrannosaurus. I'm Carnivorous. And I do got hands, I know you believe in this.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Tyrannosaurus
It’s the bottom of your Liter And you’re feeling little pain. You stopped with friends on Baker Street to get out of the rain. London has a winter chill That seeps into your bones. So many people live here Yet you feel so all alone. The bottle lies beside you And you fairly reek of Gin. You muse is tugging on your sleeve impatient to begin. You long to live a simpler life- perhaps a piece of land. A place out in the country with your woman close at hand. But that’s not going to happen There’s the trouble with the band. Lawsuits flying back and forth with unreasonable demands. The alcohol helps dull the pain of a lifetime of regret. No one said it would be easy And life’s not finished with you yet. So you try to get two hours sleep And you need a shower bad. You’re heading back to Glasgow For the best Sax you ever had.
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
Baker Street Reprise
WHERE IS THE IRONY IN A BROKEN HEART MY DEAR AND WHERE IS THE ANALOGY HIDDEN BEHIND THE MOMENT YOUR ARMS BROKE BECAUSE YOU HELD ME TOO TIGHT AND WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAID I WOULD LEAVE (just pack up my bags and go, how could i do such a thing) BECAUSE YOU KNOW I NEVER COULD NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED I FEEL I WOULD LOSE MY CORNEAS IF I DIED BECAUSE I HAVE EYES ONLY FOR YOU AND IF I LOST SIGHT OF US FOR ONLY A MOMENT THEY WOULD DETACH IN A SICK FORM OF PUNISHMENT SPEAKING OF INCARCERATION DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD GIVE US NEIGHBORING CELLS AND MAYBE EVEN ADJACENT NOOSES ON THE GALLOWS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW WE ARE GUILTY OF FEAR OF THE FUTURE THE HIGHEST CRIME OF ALL EVERYONE IS GUILTY BUT NO ONE WANTS TO ACCUSE ANOTHER BECAUSE LAWSUITS COST TOO MUCH WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY CONDEMNED I GUESS WE'RE BOTH FATED TO BE SENTENCED THEN TO CONTINUE THIS AFFAIR MEANS WALKING ARM IN ARM TOWARD CERTAIN DOOM BUT IF YOU'RE BY MY SIDE I KNOW I'LL MAKE IT TO THE END WITH A SMILE SPLITTING MY FACE (like broken ice on a late March lake when it is just getting warm enough to step onto a thin patch and plunge into cessation's grasp prematurely and lost my grasp on your hand) BUT LOVE IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR A DEATH WISH OR A WARRANT FOR YOUR ARREST NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT MAY SEEM SO BECAUSE I CAN SEE YOUR DEMISE COMES FROM A LACK OF AFFECTION OF ATTENTION AND I CAN SEE IT DOES NOT COME FORM ME DRAGGING YOU UNDER BUT FROM ME LETTING GO YOU FLOATED INTO THE ETHEREAL (the luminescent the clouds) AND DISAPPEARED BY YOUR OWN HAND AND IT IS FOR THIS I ONLY HALF-RELUCTANTLY STAY
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Aggressive Promises
WHERE IS THE IRONY IN A BROKEN HEART MY DEAR AND WHERE IS THE ANALOGY HIDDEN BEHIND THE MOMENT YOUR ARMS BROKE BECAUSE YOU HELD ME TOO TIGHT AND WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAID I WOULD LEAVE (just pack up my bags and go, how could i do such a thing) BECAUSE YOU KNOW I NEVER COULD NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED I FEEL I WOULD LOSE MY CORNEAS IF I DIED BECAUSE I HAVE EYES ONLY FOR YOU AND IF I LOST SIGHT OF US FOR ONLY A MOMENT THEY WOULD DETACH IN A SICK FORM OF PUNISHMENT SPEAKING OF INCARCERATION DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD GIVE US NEIGHBORING CELLS AND MAYBE EVEN ADJACENT NOOSES ON THE GALLOWS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW WE ARE GUILTY OF FEAR OF THE FUTURE THE HIGHEST CRIME OF ALL EVERYONE IS GUILTY BUT NO ONE WANTS TO ACCUSE ANOTHER BECAUSE LAWSUITS COST TOO MUCH WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY CONDEMNED I GUESS WE'RE BOTH FATED TO BE SENTENCED THEN TO CONTINUE THIS AFFAIR MEANS WALKING ARM IN ARM TOWARD CERTAIN DOOM BUT IF YOU'RE BY MY SIDE I KNOW I'LL MAKE IT TO THE END WITH A SMILE SPLITTING MY FACE (like broken ice on a late March lake when it is just getting warm enough to step onto a thin patch and plunge into cessation's grasp prematurely and lost my grasp on your hand) BUT LOVE IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR A DEATH WISH OR A WARRANT FOR YOUR ARREST NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT MAY SEEM SO BECAUSE I CAN SEE YOUR DEMISE COMES FROM A LACK OF AFFECTION OF ATTENTION AND I CAN SEE IT DOES NOT COME FORM ME DRAGGING YOU UNDER BUT FROM ME LETTING GO YOU FLOATED INTO THE ETHEREAL (the luminescent the clouds) AND DISAPPEARED BY YOUR OWN HAND AND IT IS FOR THIS I ONLY HALF-RELUCTANTLY STAY
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Oh eager member, how you make a mess of things, turning long hugs into lawsuits, adding inches of distance between closer moments. You make getting up to leave a dance between the couch and door. Stealing what I’m sure is precious blood flow from my brain, you grow without regards to your destination. I’ll call you rube, scrub, and newbie, ****** ***** because you can make a mess of even holding hands, but most often, just my pants. Sincerely, What should be blushing cheeks.
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May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
Dear ****** member,
DOES it feel like to be in love with you as a punishment? I repeatedly appealed, requesting that this verdict be exacerbated and expanded. Does it feel to love you as a prisoner? I am happy that you are a warden who is never far from my lockup. Does it feel to love you as a kind of forgiveness? I do not care, love still love, no matter proven guilty or free from lawsuits.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
What is It?
It’s the bottom of your Litre And you’re feeling little pain. You stopped with friends on Baker Street to get out of the rain. London has a winter chill That seeps into your bones. So many people live here Yet you feel so all alone. The bottle lies beside you And you fairly reek of Gin. You muse is tugging on your sleeve impatient to begin. You long to live a simpler life- perhaps a piece of land. A place out in the country with your woman close at hand. But that’s not going to happen There’s the trouble with the band. Lawsuits flying back and forth with unreasonable demands. The alcohol helps dull the pain of a lifetime of regret. No one said it would be easy And life’s not finished with you yet. So you try to get two hours sleep And you need a shower bad. You’re heading back to Glasgow For the best Sax you ever had.
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Baker Street Reprise
Notice, nobody hardly cries discrimination against Asians stores? When it's apparent from appearances they only hire their own. Pay attention? Notice, many hardly cries foul about India's citizens companies that's family's run employee makeup. It just seems to be when white. Yes, pay attention. Many foreigners from certain regions holds truth to this more. It's just lawsuits brought against certain peoples. Yes, pay attention.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Pay Attention
Contagious Infospores infect the wild, wild internet west. Apparently the worst is the best that some can do. The goal, to make truth suspect-- to interject theories of conspiracies. Connect, connect, don’t inspect too closely. It’s mostly slander to create fear, garbled and unclear to avoid lawsuits (which doesn’t seem to be working). Fat toad preys on weak minds who can’t be bothered to analyze information and facts. They prefer hysterical attacks. It's easier to fear and hate than digest cause and effect, and accept ineluctable fate-- than to consider responsibility, mistakes and liability. It’s simpler when it’s all a plot by the powerful to persecute you (as if they have nothing better to do). And to remember that people whom you fear and hate are people not unlike you. 26 dead people didn’t disappear. They are in the ground, and in the hearts and minds of those who are living, here.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
InfoSpores--a poem for Alex Jones
.i've had enough... i'm hijacking this linguistic shit-show, formerly identified as the English-language. don't talk to a drunk in an attempt of sobering his opinions, without first engaging in his dialectic. god knows... he might start       *spreschen           deutsche,    bis sie*. and whatever antagonism exists for the English, you can only counter it with a Zeppelin... covert for:               saying something in German; i see no other way to manage this country... thank god and the almighty that i didn't bed even one of their women / lawsuits...     thank god, and the almighty... given... why would a god bore himself with an omni- prefix in all the existing realms... when... his creation is grounded upon luck, or chance, i.e. gambling? what a waste in terms of making an observation, being summoned qua omni: as being all, powerful, cited,     etc etc.    more like the ******** tickle of qua et cetera... *ein, oder zwei      wörter im deutsche... das ist, alle;     jetzt,    das ist von etwas nutzen*.
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
cautionary "warning"
Lawsuits after lawsuits Protest after protest only slow the situation down. Where you find state courts offering their views? Until the federal courts comes alone and over rule. In, a changing . That some groups refuses to adapt too. The rotating of this world won't wait for you. Bright minds that placed in power to rule honestly. Finds , many quickly to disagree with you. Whether it was desegregation of the schools? Justice that made abortion legal. Long before then it was done in close quarters. History, if ever spotlighted with truth. With point out a perspective even worst than many ever knew. Any injustice by any hate group. Soon with face justice from the mess they do. The religious zealots needs sin to survive. There's never be a perfect church on this earth at anytime. For if there was racism wouldn't exist. And in church, is where we see most of this? Same *** presently is the biggest debate. And many of us know, this is nothing knew under the sun. It's addressed in the scriptures like everything else. And if things hadn't change, from that time. Then, who's really surprised? We all can say, 'it's just a matter of time'.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
It's Just A Matter of Time
You only watch the news to find out Where the con artist stands, He opens his mouth and nonsense comes out This is going to be my last poem, this is going to be my last rant before casting my vote and where this poem goes, Probably, no other man has gone before, Deep into the hearts of the American people *A politician needs the ability to foretell, what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn’t happen - Winston Churchill* With these two candidates all I am hearing leading up to the election Is about missing e-mails conspiracy Aggravated indecent assault, Lawsuits and the fondling of other women’s ***** I can see Russia from my house, said Sarah Palin some time ago I can foresee the paint peeling off the white house wall, in solidarity.. And where the grass is not greener on the other side Is where the American would feel the full weight of democracy in the  America political games, I can see immigrant migrating and some departing daily I can see Delta, JetBlue and other airlines keep making money Last but not least do bear in mind…that There are two things that are important in politics. The first is money, and I can’t remember the second - Mark Hanna
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
Election and Politics
No department of Education No anti-corruption No health care and dental care No unemployment benefits No social security benefits When you’re old enough to retire No help for people in needs, no welfare No grants or loans for college students No housing vouchers for elderly parents No rules or regulations for the Stock Markets No lawsuits against criminal cops Due to immunity, they can **** anybody in the streets And there’s more, more will fall in the craps Many people will die sooner, before their time Believe me that will be a sad crime If you want an unfriendly and dishonest America Vote for the fascist and friends of the SAGA Otherwise, vote for the intelligent Woman Who will never insult and disrespect Asians Native Americans, Black Americans Caucasians, Haitians, Jamaicans Puerto Ricans, Europeans Human beings, Africans Latinos and poor White Americans. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
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Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 11:50 AM UTC
Vote For, If You Want
Salute them. Respect them. For they most sworn protectors from the criminals. They show up. Sometimes, mainly out numbered. Dealing with so call tough guys that placed themselves there. See them cry, beg and talk a good games. To various mothers, wives and lovers that makes you wonder about their brains. They deal with grievances been alleged. Deal with family's members , now trying to protect their child more than when they had freedom. Deal , with lawsuits from opportunist lawyers ready at the jump o assist them. Some of the best wealthy folks are living in prisons from lawsuits. Correctional officers, the vocalists with skills. No guns, just voice. But weapons exist if need to be used to gain control. ****** robbers, thieves and more. All correctional officers see them all. And yes, some are not the best. Then even they eventually get arrested. Respect them that protects you daily behind the walls of prison.
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Correctinal Officers