"lazies" poems - Hello Poetry

Excuses,excuses,excuses, I am tired of you lazies, For once why don't you handover your homework on time, Thus, make my life devine. Don't tell me your little sibling tore your homework, Or you were absent, such bad luck, Your grandmother spilled tea on your maths sheet, Here, to give you is not fit. I am tired of your lame pretexts, Finish at break,I will be less vexed What!You finished your homework and you left it at home, Well, call your mum to bring it when she comes, I didn't understand the topic, can you please explain, What were you doing when I went over it again and again? I started to do my homework when the lights went off,Sir, Most homes now have inverters or generators. I know you find the tasks I give you a bore, Do you think marking them at home I adore? So, please help me not to spoil your break or give you detention. Do your homework on time and with great attention.

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Aug 11, 2018

Aug 11, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

No Excuses,Do Your Homework

Excuses,excuses,excuses, I am tired of you lazies, For once why don't you handover your homework on time, Thus, make my life devine. Don't tell me your little sibling tore your homework, Or you were absent, such bad luck, Your grandmother spilled tea on your maths sheet, Here, to give you is not fit. I am tired of your lame pretexts, Finish at break,I will be less vexed What!You finished your homework and you left it at home, Well, call your mum to bring it when she comes, I didn't understand the topic, can you please explain, What were you doing when I went over it again and again? I started to do my homework when the lights went off,Sir, Most homes now have inverters or generators. I know you find the tasks I give you a bore, Do you think marking them at home I adore? So, please help me not to spoil your break or give you detention. Do your homework on time and with great attention.

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Lilies and Daisies, Today I have got a case of the lazies, I sit in our room listening to the eighties, Thinking about nothing my thoughts come and go like the waveys, I wonder Dear if you would look good in paisleys, But then that pattern is a bygone phas-ies, If you wore it on our dates, I can’t imagine all the gazes. Lilies and Daisies, We are feeling Lazies, Sitting on the bed doing nothing but maybes. “Want to go for a walk?” “Maybes.” “Want to go to the movies?” “Maybes.” Maybes… Our code word for, “I have the lazies.” When we hear maybes, I know well just sit here doing nothing… But I am perfectly okay with doing nothing so long as I am doing nothing with you, Cuties.

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC

bellie-boo

We've Got the Lazies

Lilies and Daisies, Today I have got a case of the lazies, I sit in our room listening to the eighties, Thinking about nothing my thoughts come and go like the waveys, I wonder Dear if you would look good in paisleys, But then that pattern is a bygone phas-ies, If you wore it on our dates, I can’t imagine all the gazes. Lilies and Daisies, We are feeling Lazies, Sitting on the bed doing nothing but maybes. “Want to go for a walk?” “Maybes.” “Want to go to the movies?” “Maybes.” Maybes… Our code word for, “I have the lazies.” When we hear maybes, I know well just sit here doing nothing… But I am perfectly okay with doing nothing so long as I am doing nothing with you, Cuties.

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They listen to the ruses Use them as excuses For staying home and getting fat They ***** because they’re poor And never open the door More than to let in the cat. It’s a quiet existence If you offer no resistance When they take your rights away. The feds commit crimes But you get to work on time And limp along with half your pay. It’s a scary kind of game. You say you know who to blame Because you choose to ignore the facts. You continue half blind; You have made up your mind No matter how the one you chose acts. Regardless how we shout You vote the other guy out And leave the crooks to do their worst. If you actually research And quit quoting your church You can make the right choice first. Instead you and I suffer And freedom stutters Because of those who know little. Then those who study Get ******* by somebody Who punishes right left and middle. Because we are no longer The wise, the good, the stronger But the biggest bullies on the block. We had things headed right Then, in the middle of the night You lazies hit liberty in the head with a rock.

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

WROTH vs SLOTH

They listen to the ruses Use them as excuses For staying home and getting fat They ***** because they’re poor And never open the door More than to let in the cat. It’s a quiet existence If you offer no resistance When they take your rights away. The feds commit crimes But you get to work on time And limp along with half your pay. It’s a scary kind of game. You say you know who to blame Because you choose to ignore the facts. You continue half blind; You have made up your mind No matter how the one you chose acts. Regardless how we shout You vote the other guy out And leave the crooks to do their worst. If you actually research And quit quoting your church You can make the right choice first. Instead you and I suffer And freedom stutters Because of those who know little. Then those who study Get ******* by somebody Who punishes right left and middle. Because we are no longer The wise, the good, the stronger But the biggest bullies on the block. We had things headed right Then, in the middle of the night You lazies hit liberty in the head with a rock.

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I have not found misery But contentment and liberating Light amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above So lets pity the Dividers and the sordid indulgences of shysters charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists Tis the sweat off my brow my aspiration and endeavours upholds as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit Sham politburo hooligans state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy Lazies do as lazy does Never learning but heedlessly agitating Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating Maniac fantasists deluded saps Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones Dime store mobsters Confused minds in haze exporting confusion Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success It’s monarchs it’s the elites Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers You can’t tell the truth That you want something for nothing That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals Reds with red faced shame dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds He who took on the mantle stands he who toiled hard to better himself stands he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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Dec 25, 2023

Dec 25, 2023 at 5:17 AM UTC

yenson

“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.” —M.S.

I have not found misery But contentment and liberating Light amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above So lets pity the Dividers and the sordid indulgences of shysters charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists Tis the sweat off my brow my aspiration and endeavours upholds as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit Sham politburo hooligans state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy Lazies do as lazy does Never learning but heedlessly agitating Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating Maniac fantasists deluded saps Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones Dime store mobsters Confused minds in haze exporting confusion Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success It’s monarchs it’s the elites Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers You can’t tell the truth That you want something for nothing That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals Reds with red faced shame dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds He who took on the mantle stands he who toiled hard to better himself stands he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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