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"reps" poems
when i run i imagine an airport and you at the opposite end with open arms and me running towards you longing for your embrace when i squat i imagine a burning house a heavy wooden column on my shoulders and you between my legs your life being mine to save when i do pull-ups i imagine a steep cliff and your face meeting mine drawing closer, closer, closer at my every ascent when i deadlift i imagine you trapped underneath the belly of a car with you looking for me to lift the trunk and allow space for your escape when i bench press i imagine myself (this time) trapped underneath the belly of a car with me pushing the car above to be able to return to your company when i do curls i imagine you a mile away a rope attached to your hips and with each tug i repeat you grow closer by a couple of feet when i shoulder press i imagine a promise of a good shoulder rub courtesy of your hands once i squeeze out those last. three. reps. and when my spirit is spent and exhaustion takes over imagination, i shall revel in the endorphins pulsating through my veins and pay gratitude to my iron muse, my unseen lover.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Workout Inspiration (My Iron Muse)
There's nothing quite like having your memory erased the best thing that'll ever happen the best thing you'll ever taste are the drugs sliding down your throat to splash in the stomach acid pumping chemicals through your veins The synapses in my brain are full of dopamine and my serotonin levels are off the charts On the outside I stand tall like a steel soldier but on the inside I'm crumpled up with a paper heart How do I tell my mom I'm on, walk in while she makes her art, day before her birthday What words would I even spit how could I say I just downed a bottle of codine, she'd disown me So I stumble up stairs to my old bed, pictures of my graduation burn my head, but it's imagination the room swirls but I'm station...ary Started off with a bet, kids dared me When your fifteen you don't see the bad side, the glazed eyes rolled back drifting, all you feel is the lifting and the bass pumping, through your chest blasting off real life stress, you can't tell you're a mess Rolling, feeling like the best But now I can't sleep unless I'm on and then I don't dream. It's time to start taking steps instead of X, I'll do reps at the gym I'm done giving in, I done living in fog, done being gone. Yesterday me and Tony were on the go driving slow, on the hunt for blow picked up, lined up, he handed me the dollar bill rolled up and I could feel my brain screaming, yes, my veins aching, yes, my hands reaching for the dollar but then... I said no.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
Memory Loss
Hit the gym hard Squats for legs strengthen those quads Bench press for chest gets the pump Hit it right make it tight Isolations with dumbbells Form is everything More reps with less weight Maxs out test of strength Heavy weight less reps Finish strong last set Stretch to warm up Stretch to cool down Cardio for the heart rate Gym time best time Progress body change Mind set ready for more
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Gym
Muscles strain. One breath, two reps. Push through the pain. One breath, two steps. Tears catch; burn. One breath, two wet lines. Across my face, blink; return. One breath, two reps. One breath, two reps. Her face is on my mind; One breath, pause.                   Think about her; what you lost.                         Break; shoulders shake,                 heave,                 gasp, build back up; Breathe. Then again, strain. Forget the pain. Don't think; Refrain. One breath, no thought. Don't think about the                pain. One breath, no thought. No thoughts, no pain. One breath,                 too many thoughts,                                           one breath,                                                        but in vain...                                           Muscles catch,                             heart strains,               breaks, the pain too much to sustain, the pain of her face; encompassing my brain,                                                                          Her face is on my mind again.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Forget
I saw this list And it had all these ways To build endurance. It was all about being healthy, Said you should stop drinking Carbonated drinks, Do more reps than you did last time. But if you asked me How to build endurance? I'd say first You pray. You pray and pray And ask for God to Teach you Endurance- Which is basically asking For trials and troubles. And you enjoy Every flower And smell Every rose, Because Endurance is about Savoring the good times While you're in the bad. And endurance Isn't one of those things You set out to build. It's one of those Build it Or be broken things And sometimes Build it And be broken. Because you never know How much you can endure Until the weight of the world Is on your shoulders. So if you asked me How to build endurance, I'd say prayer, Trials and troubles, Savor the flowers In the middle of a hurricane, Remember tomorrow Will be a brighter day, And drink carbonated drinks- Because you never know How long it'll be between.
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
How to Build Endurance
The heart is a muscle but somehow, Our love doesn't seem to workout.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Love Reps
Yep. They're out there. Pens ablaze. Out to startle and amaze. Quite adept at turn of phrase. Leaving people in a daze. Set the fire. Smoke's a haze. The arsonist's pernicious ways. Before you know it reps are razed. Even tho my flank is grazed I won't worry. I'm unfazed. Don't base my worth upon your praise.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
pens ablaze
We were just lifting weights. Then she went off to yoga class. I was doing my reps. She came back tired and worn out. I told her to call it a day. She said she wanted to do more reps with me. How could I resist her big brown eyes begging me? It happened while we were doing suicides. She began to slow down. I turned to look back at her. She was on the floor. I ran to her and turned her on her back. She was coughing. She was barely breathing. I asked her where her inhaler was. She shook her head and whispered she has lost it. She began to shake. Then she fell silent. I yelled for help. Forgetting we were in a soundproof gymnasium. I gave her mouth-to-mouth. After six tries she woke up. She steadied her breathing. She sat up and held onto me. She said thanks and hugged me. I picked her up and put her in the car. Now we are home. She is laying down. I am watching over her. She could have died. It would have been my fault. She almost died today. I couldn't live without her.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
Asthma + Gym = Possible Death.
Good day today got this movie ive been wanting. Got myself a Johnny cash book to enjoy A new shirt if I decide to go out The gym has been good to me Hitting heavy weights getting my reps done Cardio and reading a book that makes me laugh and smile. Got home showered enjoying my favorite show Ive been laughing and smiling making the of my goodtimes Spoiling myself doing things right feel free for once its goid to be me
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
MEday
So come everybody throw ya hands In the air for me If y'all feelin this jubilee O yea so lets get back to the actions Satisfaction Of celebrities got ya main attraction No actin I'm packing Gats to baseball bats and who dat? Call me poetry wack splat Goes through ya back bullet hole Filljn those Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot I got reps like birdie Above the rim lace blunt with traces Of v slims Who can stop me if my potency Is near infinite I'm embedded in ya melon eternally Too cool for y'all to see I be With this jubilee a juvenile Born in the wild never smiled as child All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds Could barely afford cheese Make tracks sneeze when I breath Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize Please don't be ignorant Just throw ya hands up to this anthem Ya can't phantom The jubilee is slammin- Come on Not that the time is right Refocused my sight the black knight Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with The m o b s t e r ghetto star All hands on the r Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya Out of the scene like ice cream One man team Don't need a **** near friend in need Please believe I got backups like traffic Hit the skins is automatic cuz static To radio station they hate me Cuz I don't participate in ******** I'm concerned with These ***** *** punks running politics Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump Throw his *** in the trunk Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas Like an alley oopp dunk full of ***** Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky Picket pock me ill find thee Restin peace to my enemies That couldn't get to me I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Jubilee
So come everybody throw ya hands In the air for me If y'all feelin this jubilee O yea so lets get back to the actions Satisfaction Of celebrities got ya main attraction No actin I'm packing Gats to baseball bats and who dat? Call me poetry wack splat Goes through ya back bullet hole Filljn those Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot I got reps like birdie Above the rim lace blunt with traces Of v slims Who can stop me if my potency Is near infinite I'm embedded in ya melon eternally Too cool for y'all to see I be With this jubilee a juvenile Born in the wild never smiled as child All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds Could barely afford cheese Make tracks sneeze when I breath Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize Please don't be ignorant Just throw ya hands up to this anthem Ya can't phantom The jubilee is slammin- Come on Not that the time is right Refocused my sight the black knight Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with The m o b s t e r ghetto star All hands on the r Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya Out of the scene like ice cream One man team Don't need a **** near friend in need Please believe I got backups like traffic Hit the skins is automatic cuz static To radio station they hate me Cuz I don't participate in ******** I'm concerned with These ***** *** punks running politics Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump Throw his *** in the trunk Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas Like an alley oopp dunk full of ***** Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky Picket pock me ill find thee Restin peace to my enemies That couldn't get to me I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
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Chalk Times The reps wondered what the chalk marks were in the office On a couple of work stations in the coaching office On the managers desk in the sleeping quarters In the rest room by the gym area and other places It was where their randy coach had bonked 3 other agents!
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:06 AM UTC
Chalk Times
And so as a man, a job, a cactus wearing a business suit sharing relations with the hydrant down the street. A ***** strapped to a baby carriage with plastic baggie cellphones yelling "run away now" to the grass at his feet. A man devoid of water, rather. These are the times A well, emptied. Rather death find waves of spilled milk and all the fat people, skinny. A dry mouth desert, kneeling In either breath of a living feeling or the one that talks of so much for only the wealth of his screaming. Some tiny furniture talked all night about running through wheat, ebbing and flowing against the end tables, then falling short as crumbling tree leaves. An ottoman as recycle bin holding stem from stem of watermelon children and vine-ripened acetaminophen. Some odd truth told the blowing wind that God does cartwheels with Lucifer at random. It then billowed out about his ***** underwear and holy fodder for memorandum.   I would say a man, a vision, A little girl using a GPS to calculate the distance from the rest her teething. Instead, she found a funny barbeque ***** playing hog-tied pharmaceutical reps into neoprene mud-flapping pigeons. I would say the sinking plastic six-pack islands revealing trash limbs, sunken, honest, grim. Life, itself, must move in tandem to only fleeting geese. Though in plan, the artisan-picking fruit of word must be depicted. Live in sin and ignorance much like the breaking news walking on broken record. And so as a man; a fear. He looked down, staring at no one with bare feet and shaken, coconut flavored palm trees.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
A man is as often does.
And so as a man, a job, a cactus wearing a business suit sharing relations with the hydrant down the street. A ***** strapped to a baby carriage with plastic baggie cellphones yelling "run away now" to the grass at his feet. A man devoid of water, rather. These are the times A well, emptied. Rather death find waves of spilled milk and all the fat people, skinny. A dry mouth desert, kneeling In either breath of a living feeling or the one that talks of so much for only the wealth of his screaming. Some tiny furniture talked all night about running through wheat, ebbing and flowing against the end tables, then falling short as crumbling tree leaves. An ottoman as recycle bin holding stem from stem of watermelon children and vine-ripened acetaminophen. Some odd truth told the blowing wind that God does cartwheels with Lucifer at random. It then billowed out about his ***** underwear and holy fodder for memorandum.   I would say a man, a vision, A little girl using a GPS to calculate the distance from the rest her teething. Instead, she found a funny barbeque ***** playing hog-tied pharmaceutical reps into neoprene mud-flapping pigeons. I would say the sinking plastic six-pack islands revealing trash limbs, sunken, honest, grim. Life, itself, must move in tandem to only fleeting geese. Though in plan, the artisan-picking fruit of word must be depicted. Live in sin and ignorance much like the breaking news walking on broken record. And so as a man; a fear. He looked down, staring at no one with bare feet and shaken, coconut flavored palm trees.
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Why does this caged bird sing? Because I'm Black, In a country that says that doesn't mean a thing. Because racism has taken many setbacks And the **Klu Klux **** has applications and we know where the police get their reps at. So why can't we take a step back? My life means less than yours, But I find myself pursuing better things So my daughter never wants for more. Locked in cages, I'm a Starling So I yearn to fly. See my brothers in them four walls Like that's where they were born to die. If our privilege was like yours We would never hear those expensive collect calls. So we use our knowledge for wrong, You'd never appreciate that a felon could write this poem. Trapped in environments that don't care for us, We try to branch out They take a few shots And you no longer hear from us. So why does the caged bird really sing? Probably because I know where my opportunities really lie. In a ball, a mic or some reality show. I'm not against those options But I live in reality though. There's no hope for the rehabilitated, You have to carve your own road, And nowhere is that clearly stated. And to add insult to injury, I'm Muslim and if you knew You wouldn't see a friend in me. So why does the caged bird sing? If you clearly can't hear us, Why put on a badge in a neighborhood, If you fear us? You prop yourself on a pedestal And look down. You brought us here, left us in the field, in shacks And now we're in the Slums of every town. You diminished our importance And showed us anything that wasn't white was wrong, For all I know you helped me write this poem. So why does this caged bird sing? So my words can vibrate my shackle loose, So my ideals can blow open the door And my melody can inspire every bird too.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Caged Bird
Why does this caged bird sing? Because I'm Black, In a country that says that doesn't mean a thing. Because racism has taken many setbacks And the **Klu Klux **** has applications and we know where the police get their reps at. So why can't we take a step back? My life means less than yours, But I find myself pursuing better things So my daughter never wants for more. Locked in cages, I'm a Starling So I yearn to fly. See my brothers in them four walls Like that's where they were born to die. If our privilege was like yours We would never hear those expensive collect calls. So we use our knowledge for wrong, You'd never appreciate that a felon could write this poem. Trapped in environments that don't care for us, We try to branch out They take a few shots And you no longer hear from us. So why does the caged bird really sing? Probably because I know where my opportunities really lie. In a ball, a mic or some reality show. I'm not against those options But I live in reality though. There's no hope for the rehabilitated, You have to carve your own road, And nowhere is that clearly stated. And to add insult to injury, I'm Muslim and if you knew You wouldn't see a friend in me. So why does the caged bird sing? If you clearly can't hear us, Why put on a badge in a neighborhood, If you fear us? You prop yourself on a pedestal And look down. You brought us here, left us in the field, in shacks And now we're in the Slums of every town. You diminished our importance And showed us anything that wasn't white was wrong, For all I know you helped me write this poem. So why does this caged bird sing? So my words can vibrate my shackle loose, So my ideals can blow open the door And my melody can inspire every bird too.
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I am here! You are way below here. You look up to me, And I cause jealousy You follow my footsteps, And I, full of countless reps You think of us as an equal, I say, you are an imbecile You see us as stable, You see me as "able" I see you as a follower, You see me as a Globetrotter You are now here, realize it! Your statistics are here, Deal with it!
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
Your statistics
Drugs are ******* great man Do another line Or take a hit Or take a sip of something There’s enough available to us That’s legal - or not That freaking out is overkill To those availing themselves Of chewables or smokeables Or pills or anything prescribed By labcoat-wearing, overeducated Pharmaceutical-reps Masquerading as the answer That you found yourself By diving into forums on the web Your doctor both agrees with And now disavows They can’t allow This kind of undermining Of the underpinning Of their industry And of what’s keeping people healthy Even only as a byproduct Of confirmation bias They cannot acknowledge If we want to be respected In this new environment In which our personal experience Is more true than the objective Information taught to more than like One million doctors
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 4:45 AM UTC
Drugs Are ******* Great Man
Besides laying down on the old wrinkled couch to Rest my back while I get Into the mind of my Favorite authors One thing I do enjoy doing very much Is to take a trip to one of my favorite bar in town where no alcohol is Being served on the menu What you’ll find there instead Are beast running around Lifting, squatting  jumping and Once in a while you might Even catch  us in the sauna Relaxing ourselves For sure at the gym That’s where You’ll find Me testing my strength Let all the  anger out of me Allow the beast to come out Watch that muscle nectar That come squirting out Screaming let the war begin Reps become sets Sets become workouts Protein shakes running Through my veins Beast mode got me Soared to the core Out of control with strength And physical fitness I hope the gym never goes Out of weights for I’m addicted to iron Muscles so vicious Some swear it should Be illegal to be carry Such Mass weight around If that ever comes true That’s okay because I have My woman At home I can always Lift for I am unstoppable When it comes to the gym thing I must admit I swear It is a must I push Myself to the limit               For Once I place my hand on the iron bar I am No longer in control For the iron has become Solely the master of             My soul
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Soul Master
I try to lift weights I guess I don't pulling not-so-heavy badly-shaped maybe-steel from clay ground to beating chest back and forth atop a New York skyscraper
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Reps
its the rip comin' up with much reps i keeps my eyes on the prize g'yeah i improvised on a uprise cuttin' all the dead weight competition my ammunition keep suckas in suspension or lock down when i come around i clown with the homies and the homettes got the wet wet to get my brain set for a drive-by suckas slippin' 40 sippin' 4 dippin' hittin' multiple switches laughin' at these punk sons of ******* unload my clips throw there bodies in the ditches cut off they ***** n leave it in they mouth so they know the south aint no joke loc cuz we smoke suckas til they wesley snipes color brothers like me bound for the penitentiary its a gang were all the low-lifes hang but things don't ever change im trapped inside a maze with much blunder i could've have been successful maybe if the hood didn't take me under!!! so many after me cuz we enticed to the same epitome rap is mind my mind is rap can't shake the flaks see my homie in the caddy rollin' with tha **** daddy gangsta mack kickin' drag to all the hoes with big ***** skipped hardknock classes went straight to hoods college gainin' knowledge graduated with honors from the big timers tellin' me how to make a move and don't get caught up in the groove u gots to play it smooth and be vigilant on ya closest friends cuz they'll pretend to be ya homies but after ya dividends thinkin' this bank roll they gone spend? but i lends my lue to no one only a gun up in ya grill piece thats the only peace i see you laying and becomin' one with death heartbeats slow no hards breath when i commence to ****** know ya never heard of me cuz i strike unexpectedly im makin' money by the ton thats on the one son ull catch me rollin' in a pimped out 97 honda maybe id be better off dead if the hood wouldn't take me under!!!
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
If the urban didn't take me Unda
its the rip comin' up with much reps i keeps my eyes on the prize g'yeah i improvised on a uprise cuttin' all the dead weight competition my ammunition keep suckas in suspension or lock down when i come around i clown with the homies and the homettes got the wet wet to get my brain set for a drive-by suckas slippin' 40 sippin' 4 dippin' hittin' multiple switches laughin' at these punk sons of ******* unload my clips throw there bodies in the ditches cut off they ***** n leave it in they mouth so they know the south aint no joke loc cuz we smoke suckas til they wesley snipes color brothers like me bound for the penitentiary its a gang were all the low-lifes hang but things don't ever change im trapped inside a maze with much blunder i could've have been successful maybe if the hood didn't take me under!!! so many after me cuz we enticed to the same epitome rap is mind my mind is rap can't shake the flaks see my homie in the caddy rollin' with tha **** daddy gangsta mack kickin' drag to all the hoes with big ***** skipped hardknock classes went straight to hoods college gainin' knowledge graduated with honors from the big timers tellin' me how to make a move and don't get caught up in the groove u gots to play it smooth and be vigilant on ya closest friends cuz they'll pretend to be ya homies but after ya dividends thinkin' this bank roll they gone spend? but i lends my lue to no one only a gun up in ya grill piece thats the only peace i see you laying and becomin' one with death heartbeats slow no hards breath when i commence to ****** know ya never heard of me cuz i strike unexpectedly im makin' money by the ton thats on the one son ull catch me rollin' in a pimped out 97 honda maybe id be better off dead if the hood wouldn't take me under!!!
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I hate that feeling, When you can't lift the barbell anymore. Then your brother walks in to the gym, Looking at me like I'm a foreign species. But in his eyes I see you looking at me, Tracing my skin, loving my corners, And walking away. Suddenly 12 reps doesn't seem like enough, And I need to punch something.
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Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Pain
Beauty, in her mind is not like everyone else's perception, But there is an exception, Inspired by strength, Muscles rather than long lengthy weak arms, Stronger thighs to help her incredible stance, Shoulders broad and stomach lean, Her diet is absolutely clean, Paleo diet to be specific, They say it's absolutely terrific No gluten, No Carbs, Just essential vitamins, Got rid of that act a long time ago, Not looking for those empty calories, Not that processed junk, Nor that sugary filled donut, She aint a quitter, Never was and never will be, It's part of her lifestyle, For now she see's cross fit as a journey, A healthy one which she strives for everyday, Her best friend is her workout, Her reps are her goals, She does not stop until her soles- Soles of her feet sore, She defines beauty as being healthy, This is of a newer age, Of a new century, This is what I call Evolutionary beauty.
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Healthy Beauty
Support War Surprisingly it wasn't Brian's account Where the war happened It was bad and bitter and abrupt The reps were struggling Their job was hard not just calls They weren't updated on their stats A very important BPO metric All got their info on this good or bad Their Team Leader simply didn't tell them Some stats are hourly some daily others monthly The daily and weekly ones matter The reps know if they're doing fine There was a meeting of support The boss was there and said it To the supervisor in question You either resign or I terminate you And the Team Leader resigned immediately This was like a war all out to win or lose The SOM went too far missing a step The reason why above all why Why the reps were not updated on their stats Was it just one TL or were more affected By a system issue or job issue Or was the sup simply not bothered Ignoring their reps stats and waiting For the chop which came like a sword Now a new sup is needed to lead the team The managers always need to remember Always ask the reason why Brian scratched his head Not even his old B2B account With the Fake god was that bad For even then there was communication
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Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 7:49 AM UTC
Support War
There was not a lot to worry about so nothing could be held up without it being sold Faberge' brushed shoulders with art deco pieces money paid guaranteed immediate releases The reps had phones to their ears getting the nod there was a clown's outfit which was rather odd because the clown was still inside - did the body come too? or was it to be stripped naked like me and you? We have lost everything - it's all in the room there was a smile from a man leaning on a broom I want my sofa back, my favourite armchair the bed we made love in where you lay bare Even your smile was for sale, admired from afar golf clubs, personal effects, my teeth in a jar
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
THE AUCTION ROOM
My only regret Is that my muse can't be mainlined Or that you projectile ***** words When you don't sleep 3 days Or maybe that I don't sweep scraps From the orange candy's factory floor Straight into my mouth If I could I'd never sleep again I'd call it fixer And keep it at an hour's call To trump my teacher's bluff Stacking aces in the hole It's the doctor's orders The doctor said "An Adderall a day keeps distraction away" Orange candy keeps the apathy at bay The doctor called the brain stupid For not making Adderall a neurotransmitter And I'll talk about him when they call me a child prodigy for all the work I've done And the pharm reps make me a posterboy I'll tell the whole world how they called me failure to thrive after two years treatment I'll tell them "look at me now!" Ruminating on that last perfect fire Snapped between synapses Anxiously plunging forward Look at me
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Untitled
Vice President Boss The call centre VP boss flew from America to Thailand She’d been in sales 20 years and knew it all From presenting to rebuttals to fronting and closing This was why she was the big boss and flew to Bangkok One of the reps said to his pals take her to a Go Go bar! See how her ******* twist and if she can drink and grind Would you **** her another asked? Of course he replied They got the business meetings over and official stuff Including signing the new contract for another year Then it was time for a team dinner with pizza and Pepsi There were many photo ops for the website Later they all went to a ***** Twister bar for fun She paid for seven buckets of beer and more food Music played dancing gals danced hookers hooked A couple of the lads got bjs then and there Others went back to private rooms with bargirls The Yankee boss nodded to the TL and a rep She took their hands grabbed some beers And they all went to a room to make love! What ensued in the ***** Twister bar stayed there Had she done this before or was it the first time? None of this would appear on the company site!
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Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 9:13 PM UTC
Vice President Boss
I like to think (sometimes) That I am a voice of Reason, Especially when Reason Eludes the masses. I am the back-up plan When everything goes Pear-shaped, and You find Yourself in a Living Nightmare, struggling to Survive in a hostile Hostel far, far from home. I'll be Your kernel of hope, When all Reason evades The light of day and Night encroaches doomily. I'm for the under-classes; The voiceless throngs - The Real backbones Unrepresented by the Elite. I'm for the Prostitutes and the criminally conjoined groupies; I'm for the Legal Aiders - The reps on the ground, helping as best they can; I'm for the lost-in-the-system; the poofs and lesso's; the avant-garders - I'll be the rear-guard actioner, protecting Our arses from undue surprises. I'll be the validator for the vilified, And I'll not allow undue cruelty to trouble myn own loved ones - My hard-lifers and my ugly-fuggly beauties --> Hands off! And, I'm for the silent souls patiently waiting...so long, so long... But ever hopeful that someone will rescue and love them too. [Sorry I took so long to get up to speed. I know You knew way back when.]
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Myn ***** Little Secrets...Exciting, but Serious