"paulie" poems - Hello Poetry

A recent BBC Headline reads: US orders ban on trans-fats. In a day when fat-discrimination has been thought to have stopped, the US is discriminating against the fine and upstanding obese community. Eliminating trans-fats from food will save lives by preventing heart attacks, but it will also eliminate fat jokes, which will set back standup comedy for years to come. Health experts say that Americans continue to consume too much foods with trans-fats, even with trans-fats information labeled on food; in scientific studies done by Dr. Kazuo Takitani, research shows that Americans "Do Not Give A **** about their health due to entitlement and fatty privilege. Taking trans-fats out of food will reduce coronary heart disease, but it will also make fat people who are stupid more confident, not necessarily smarter. Supporters of French Fries have taken to the streets and are calling on President Obama to stop the War on trans-fats. The Obama administration has responded with a statement in regards to the trans-fat crisis, and have said, "Go To The Gym." Obese people are in danger of becoming skinny, and already the obese population of the United States, are hoarding Cheetos and pizza rolls in their ***** packs, in order to stop the madness. In this day and age, health is a choice, skinny and **** people, the ones who are supporting the ban on trans-fats, do not know the irreparable damage they are doing to the fat American white male, who's narrative will always be ingrained in the American consciousness. A chubby boy named Paulie was interviewed earlier today as he was eating French fries and a large soda: "The government doesn't care about Fat people. We deserve better treatment. We matter. We exist. How am I supposed to survive without Mickey D's fries? Do I look like I can exercise? I'm moving to Canada." When Paulie was informed that Canada was strongly thinking about following in the US's footsteps, Paulie suffered from food coma and passed out in his chair. The United States is slowly turning towards becoming healthy and fi; many people oppose this trend, while others embrace it; all that can be said is that change will shocking, can give some people a new perspective on life. Stay tuned for more details. Now here's Marcus with today's weather report.

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC

dannyartreads

Breaking Headline: A Must Read

A recent BBC Headline reads: US orders ban on trans-fats. In a day when fat-discrimination has been thought to have stopped, the US is discriminating against the fine and upstanding obese community. Eliminating trans-fats from food will save lives by preventing heart attacks, but it will also eliminate fat jokes, which will set back standup comedy for years to come. Health experts say that Americans continue to consume too much foods with trans-fats, even with trans-fats information labeled on food; in scientific studies done by Dr. Kazuo Takitani, research shows that Americans "Do Not Give A **** about their health due to entitlement and fatty privilege. Taking trans-fats out of food will reduce coronary heart disease, but it will also make fat people who are stupid more confident, not necessarily smarter. Supporters of French Fries have taken to the streets and are calling on President Obama to stop the War on trans-fats. The Obama administration has responded with a statement in regards to the trans-fat crisis, and have said, "Go To The Gym." Obese people are in danger of becoming skinny, and already the obese population of the United States, are hoarding Cheetos and pizza rolls in their ***** packs, in order to stop the madness. In this day and age, health is a choice, skinny and **** people, the ones who are supporting the ban on trans-fats, do not know the irreparable damage they are doing to the fat American white male, who's narrative will always be ingrained in the American consciousness. A chubby boy named Paulie was interviewed earlier today as he was eating French fries and a large soda: "The government doesn't care about Fat people. We deserve better treatment. We matter. We exist. How am I supposed to survive without Mickey D's fries? Do I look like I can exercise? I'm moving to Canada." When Paulie was informed that Canada was strongly thinking about following in the US's footsteps, Paulie suffered from food coma and passed out in his chair. The United States is slowly turning towards becoming healthy and fi; many people oppose this trend, while others embrace it; all that can be said is that change will shocking, can give some people a new perspective on life. Stay tuned for more details. Now here's Marcus with today's weather report.

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I ask myself about Paulie who walked along Brereton St., up and down the double yellow line, said it was the only way he traveled, said he was on the edge of the Earth, I ask why my Step-Sister had to write letters with no recipient to Paulie of made up personal histories, he left and never came back. I ask about Carlene at the opposite platform who said not 'Love' but 'a Love' before she vanished. I ask why I can never, ever, for two states now, hold on to my left glove for more than a week, I ask where to find the perfect cup of terrible coffee to warm my left hand, I ask about the Red Theater, about that game we play called 'give it a name' and I wonder if I'll ever be able to name anything, I ask until atmospheric pressure is oppressive with demands, and it starts to rain. All my questions hung, a strand of prayer flags, in the night blurred by wet pavement.

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Nov 6, 2011

Nov 6, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC

catharine-mary-batsios

Cigarette Breaks on the South Side

I ask myself about Paulie who walked along Brereton St., up and down the double yellow line, said it was the only way he traveled, said he was on the edge of the Earth, I ask why my Step-Sister had to write letters with no recipient to Paulie of made up personal histories, he left and never came back. I ask about Carlene at the opposite platform who said not 'Love' but 'a Love' before she vanished. I ask why I can never, ever, for two states now, hold on to my left glove for more than a week, I ask where to find the perfect cup of terrible coffee to warm my left hand, I ask about the Red Theater, about that game we play called 'give it a name' and I wonder if I'll ever be able to name anything, I ask until atmospheric pressure is oppressive with demands, and it starts to rain. All my questions hung, a strand of prayer flags, in the night blurred by wet pavement.

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he has hair like an anime character and perfectly straight eyelashes and I like it when he's sweet to me but not so much when he's mean ----------- but I deserve it, the littlest bit we're both very mean

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC

glass-can

paulie

he has hair like an anime character and perfectly straight eyelashes and I like it when he's sweet to me but not so much when he's mean ----------- but I deserve it, the littlest bit we're both very mean

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Pam wear me welterweight beached in butterfly arms Bright huts twinkle blighty eyes a disguise. Faces flair wished elsewhere sick cluedo: Plath In bath with turned on toaster Roller coaster on slick rails of sleepy lids down a doused mouth crooked in upward bend the baby rattles rattle rattled in the end powder descending hills Till I gobble the goblet further stump to a tower of transient treats toss bosses in storms called Paulie and shake shake my box in Jest Pam makkah in hajj Hell o' a love I got the bug.

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May 14, 2018

May 14, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC

john-jack

Pam

Pam wear me welterweight beached in butterfly arms Bright huts twinkle blighty eyes a disguise. Faces flair wished elsewhere sick cluedo: Plath In bath with turned on toaster Roller coaster on slick rails of sleepy lids down a doused mouth crooked in upward bend the baby rattles rattle rattled in the end powder descending hills Till I gobble the goblet further stump to a tower of transient treats toss bosses in storms called Paulie and shake shake my box in Jest Pam makkah in hajj Hell o' a love I got the bug.

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What makes me stronger than you, that I lived and you didn't? And what makes me wish, so oddly, so intensely, That we were exactly the same And I stopped, Still pure, When my love left me? I am Paulie's falcon And I flew away. And I wish I'd fallen instead, When I fell from perfect love.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC

mikaila

Paulie's Falcon

What makes me stronger than you, that I lived and you didn't? And what makes me wish, so oddly, so intensely, That we were exactly the same And I stopped, Still pure, When my love left me? I am Paulie's falcon And I flew away. And I wish I'd fallen instead, When I fell from perfect love.

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We sit in a circle We're playing Russian Roulette With life And I think you're going to lose You light it up Take a hit And in that moment I see what your life could be Forever And I. Don't. Want it. You pass it over I take a hit And the acrid taste Does not make me feel Any different I sit in silence And watch you smile And you think you've won But really, we've both lost You the game, and I, you.

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Jan 29, 2013

Jan 29, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC

charlotte-2

Paulie's Room on a Sunday

We sit in a circle We're playing Russian Roulette With life And I think you're going to lose You light it up Take a hit And in that moment I see what your life could be Forever And I. Don't. Want it. You pass it over I take a hit And the acrid taste Does not make me feel Any different I sit in silence And watch you smile And you think you've won But really, we've both lost You the game, and I, you.

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Still a dangerous emcee once I set my feet in the industry Exposing used to be homies now they wanna kill.me But can't still.me I keep the techs on me Just incase I gotta capture another soul makin' eternity Placin' urns round me Cuz they soon to burn To ashes smoke the greenest grass from Shannon Ireland This captain ain't hiring only killers I be admirin' y'all flows expirin' Once the sirens sounding another Emcees gets a pounding Heads covered with ***** plastic bags Poked holes soon to be drowning Fools tellin' jokes but you don't see me clowning Only money and guns I trust so that's my surrounding A King like Arthur I be the author Sealin' emcees chapter takes notes for the rapture Kidnapped ya team flashplay scenes Bones become fractured Once I roll over weak emcees like a tractor Major factor to this game We ain't no actors Flippin' heads With my metal spatula Communicating to y'all with the street vernacular My personality evil as Mallory Natural born killers Intincts is what inspires me Who better than me? My flows poisonous like Ivy Got more brothers than Isley Summer breeze with me Heat is what ya catching from me My guns Rip through skin cells so rapidly Paint murders so vividly graphically They'll remember me I'll be Notorious like B-I-G Fools dry lookin' all thirsty Sips bottles of the Dom Perry **** Governor Perry we bake more dough than Pillsbury Rolls so know ya role or else get the barrel to ya temple Executions made Iraqi style so how? You gone disconnect the dial? Deaths is callin' soon to be fallin' With the rest of the Angels That we had to fuckin' strangle Don't matter the point or angle Fools chained like Django hop in the Black Tahoe we got deals for sure I'm.hustlin night and day like Al B Sure We choke out competition like Latrell Make heaven out of hell never see a jail cell Money lookin' too good I'm feelim' Richie Chillin' at the top mobbin' like Big Paulie

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Dec 21, 2017

Dec 21, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Dangerous Poetry Part...II {Spilt N This Society}

Still a dangerous emcee once I set my feet in the industry Exposing used to be homies now they wanna kill.me But can't still.me I keep the techs on me Just incase I gotta capture another soul makin' eternity Placin' urns round me Cuz they soon to burn To ashes smoke the greenest grass from Shannon Ireland This captain ain't hiring only killers I be admirin' y'all flows expirin' Once the sirens sounding another Emcees gets a pounding Heads covered with ***** plastic bags Poked holes soon to be drowning Fools tellin' jokes but you don't see me clowning Only money and guns I trust so that's my surrounding A King like Arthur I be the author Sealin' emcees chapter takes notes for the rapture Kidnapped ya team flashplay scenes Bones become fractured Once I roll over weak emcees like a tractor Major factor to this game We ain't no actors Flippin' heads With my metal spatula Communicating to y'all with the street vernacular My personality evil as Mallory Natural born killers Intincts is what inspires me Who better than me? My flows poisonous like Ivy Got more brothers than Isley Summer breeze with me Heat is what ya catching from me My guns Rip through skin cells so rapidly Paint murders so vividly graphically They'll remember me I'll be Notorious like B-I-G Fools dry lookin' all thirsty Sips bottles of the Dom Perry **** Governor Perry we bake more dough than Pillsbury Rolls so know ya role or else get the barrel to ya temple Executions made Iraqi style so how? You gone disconnect the dial? Deaths is callin' soon to be fallin' With the rest of the Angels That we had to fuckin' strangle Don't matter the point or angle Fools chained like Django hop in the Black Tahoe we got deals for sure I'm.hustlin night and day like Al B Sure We choke out competition like Latrell Make heaven out of hell never see a jail cell Money lookin' too good I'm feelim' Richie Chillin' at the top mobbin' like Big Paulie

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Suckas know to give up once my mack lifts up Ya soul blood losing control soon to stroll Down to the valley of death row Skulls and bones So know ya role guns stay turning bodies cold So know the protocol ****** be dumber than Cole ******* get ***** to mack sales pitch leave em sowed like a stitch soon to be bewitched Rich as Mitch mon son of a Vatican Assassin my flows blasting Like falling stars scarred from my mental barbed wires Fools tumblin' like clothes insids of a dryer vocals growin' higher Let the sigh out it's just the death angels out Seekin' to devour lost souls in the darkest hour Reigning with shower growing in power every hour Collapsing minds like the event of the Twin Towers Nine eleven I ascended from hell to heaven I'm Spawn caped in vibranium laced my cranium With coke and *** sound the drums It's just fools exiting the earth platform Entering into another dimension and you can tell by the sounds of their humss....(ye dead **** Fools claim peace once they see my pistol piece Set to releash ending your lease folded like a crease Straight beast on the microphone never roam in the dangerzone alone I hang where lions be standing on the throne I'm Simba lookin' for a Nalas chocha my bars roast ya Pass cajun taking over every station No more hesitatin' we came with ammunition Guns is clickin' objects torn from the rippin' Bodies flyin' like Pippen let the bloodshed then I'm dippin' Up out of scene focused on green like Al Love and happiness ain't always bliss haters miss The point I'm tryna spread positivity But they be takin' me off my paths gravity Thinking they can battle me causin war casualities Look at me? You cant hang with the witty Im harder than cold tittites fools talk itty bittty The be sweeter than Hello Kitty Ducked taped mouth yellow tape scenes Now ya hauled by the coroner's limousine Chasing the cream I chill like mobb boss Paulie Undercover so you fools will never find me

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

GIVE UP JUST GIVE UP

Suckas know to give up once my mack lifts up Ya soul blood losing control soon to stroll Down to the valley of death row Skulls and bones So know ya role guns stay turning bodies cold So know the protocol ****** be dumber than Cole ******* get ***** to mack sales pitch leave em sowed like a stitch soon to be bewitched Rich as Mitch mon son of a Vatican Assassin my flows blasting Like falling stars scarred from my mental barbed wires Fools tumblin' like clothes insids of a dryer vocals growin' higher Let the sigh out it's just the death angels out Seekin' to devour lost souls in the darkest hour Reigning with shower growing in power every hour Collapsing minds like the event of the Twin Towers Nine eleven I ascended from hell to heaven I'm Spawn caped in vibranium laced my cranium With coke and *** sound the drums It's just fools exiting the earth platform Entering into another dimension and you can tell by the sounds of their humss....(ye dead **** Fools claim peace once they see my pistol piece Set to releash ending your lease folded like a crease Straight beast on the microphone never roam in the dangerzone alone I hang where lions be standing on the throne I'm Simba lookin' for a Nalas chocha my bars roast ya Pass cajun taking over every station No more hesitatin' we came with ammunition Guns is clickin' objects torn from the rippin' Bodies flyin' like Pippen let the bloodshed then I'm dippin' Up out of scene focused on green like Al Love and happiness ain't always bliss haters miss The point I'm tryna spread positivity But they be takin' me off my paths gravity Thinking they can battle me causin war casualities Look at me? You cant hang with the witty Im harder than cold tittites fools talk itty bittty The be sweeter than Hello Kitty Ducked taped mouth yellow tape scenes Now ya hauled by the coroner's limousine Chasing the cream I chill like mobb boss Paulie Undercover so you fools will never find me

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