A man who lives alone is either always overworked, or always overfed.
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Plump
He shakes his damn rattle
Spittle on his bib
But I dont do the dishes, I throw them in the crib
Im eating you, Im overfed
Your milks in my mouth
It makes me sick
Now Ive stumbled here
Failed to make it mine
They say Im plump, but I throw up all the time
Im eating you, Im overfed
Your milks in my mouth
It makes me sick
Do you fake it for me like i
Do you fake it for me like i
Do you fake it for me like i
My babys in her arms, crawling up her legs
Like a liar at a witch trial
You look good for your age
Im eating you, Im overfed
You milks in my mouth, it makes me sick
song performed by by Hole
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I know that I've overfed myself trying to prop myself up because I'm exhausted.
quote by Geri Halliwell
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I feel like football players are overworked and underpaid compared to any other sports.
quote by Terrell Owens
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Gettin Hard
Found me golden angel
Gonna do me for a song
Love me till tomorrow
Who knows if shell be gone
For once I tried to keep her
I guess that I was wrong
She just wants some money
To line her silver tongue
(pre-chorus)
And when the animal that lives inside you calls
When you cannot feed the hunger
Then the hammer falls
(chorus)
Gettin hard
Hard to live with
Somethings gotta give
Try to make a living
Overworked and underpaid
Slaving so one day
I can get away
Man looks at me for answers
Poor boy take the blame
Seein it through the boss mans eyes
We all must look the same
(pre-chorus)(chorus)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Dollar
Another day spent chasing a dollar
- I'd far rather have a doll
to bounce and ball her
Overworked and underlaid
I'd rather spend
in far more sensible ways
poem by Randy Resh
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A limerick writer's a fighter
His rhymes must be tauter and tighter
His overworked muse
Cannot be obtuse
Or he'll end up a trite lighter writer.
quote by by Margaret Kollmer
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A limerick writer's a fighter
His rhymes must be tauter and tighter
His overworked muse
Cannot be obtuse
Or he'll end up a trite lighter writer.
quote by by Margaret Kollmer
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We
My father lives in France
My mothere lives in Japan
My sister lives in Afghanistan
My little brother lives in New York
My litter sister lives in Germany
My best friend lives in Myanmar
My business partner lives lives in China
My favourite food is indian food
My neighbourhood is always changing
What is WEdentity NOW?
Beauty Absolute
She is to pass
by this junction at six
After her office,
Worn-out and exhausted
Even if she has overworked
Yet, her basic beauty
Is quite appealing
And is at the crest
In announcement
Of the standing truth
That a thing of beauty
Is joy for ever.
poem by Santhana Louis
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To work is sweeter
Being under-worked is worse
Than being overworked.
Consumption lost rankles worse
Than leisure lost in a given time.
06.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Around me I saw women overworked and underpaid, doing men's work at half men's wages, not because their work was inferior, but because they were women.
quote by Anna H. Shaw
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My New Computer (Limerick)
Just got finished (some help from a tutor)
hooking up to the net the computer,
somewhat clumsy of hand
though I did understand
this thing beats the old roto-rooter.
Now the screen is a 24 size
the small letters as big as blowflies.
And no gremlins in sight
so I bid you good night
may the gods bless my overworked eyes.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Destiny Of Our Lives
When the life blossoms
Destiny engraved in our lives
When virtue and vice sway to and fro
Energized and driven by supernatural forces
When we are grown up
Our lives started to face challenges
When we encounter distress
Our lives impregnated with tears and worries
That is the destiny of our lives.......
Sometimes our lives tinged and
Embroilled with joys and sorrows
Destiny inflicting poison and evil into our lives
Destiny can make or mar our lives
Destiny inspires our lives to prosperity
It can perish our prospects
Fortune and fate tossing each other
End of lives salunated with blessings
Dulakshi Wakista Copyright 2009
poem by Dulakshi Wakista
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My God
my God is just around
like a friend who reads my poems
in the midst of his professor's lecture
on oil pipes and cracking chemistry
my God is silent
like the glass sculpture on my desk
my God is patient
like a blank paper on my table
my God is filled with possibilities
like a pen ready with its ink
my God is forever
like the series of green hills
extending an infinity of my thoughts
my God!
i am tired, i am overworked, and i am always late.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is A Daily Routine
waking up
washing a face
and putting on our names
we walk straight
we see other people's eyes
we want to be
just ourselves
in the most honest way
we can
yet we are blocked
by this routine
and she tells you
do you want to tell the truth
and suffer the consequences?
dare or die,
be insignificant
make a difference
and dissolve
like the rest who like fireflies carried
the fire on their backs
one night
they burned the flowers and spread a fire on the trees
the following day
some worms got overfed and slept and then laughed
the hardest
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sell Out
Five cheat card thief, misled skinhead,
Tell me where its at?
Is it cool to bring it up again?
Will I blow my cat?
Misplaced tinselface, weekend pretend,
Am I on your track?
I would love to live close to you,
Could I bring my cat?
Cowgirl, sailor,
Do you know who you are?
Cowgirl, sailor,
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are?
Overfed premed, outfront gaspump,
Will I fix my car?
Pinch yourself when I smile at you,
Baby, Im a star!
Turned on, tuned in, cop out, sell out,
Do you know who you are?
I took the time to try to fit you in,
Was I off too far?
Cowgirl, sailor,
Do you know who you are?
Cowgirl, sailor,
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are?
song performed by by Neil Young
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Our Lives For Sale
As long as we adjust
Our lives are for sale
Like a mouse's tail
Today we are health
Tomorrow is our death
Our lives are for sale
Our ancestors could tell
Now enjoying with our wives
Later absence of lives
Our lives are for sale
Drained like water in a pail
Eating like a pig
But our clothes seem to be big
Our lives are for sale
And can fall over like a well
Today we are just weak
Tomorrow we are sick
Our lives are for sale
As we fail to exhale.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Share A Smile
I like to share a smile with others,
bringing some sunshine in their lives.
Possessions mean nothing to me
and I will give them away to anyone
if it brightens up their lives.
With doom and gloom,
surrounding all our lives
it’s nice to think
there is someone around
to bring some sunshine into our lives.
6 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Marine Boy
What they want for their lives
What they want for their lives
I crossed the sea in something
Its very light
What they want for their lives
Did you glide in with great stride?
Taking strength from a smile
Present state of marine life
I crossed the sea in something
Was it nice?
What they want for their lives
What they want for their lives
Did they fall into grand saloon?
What was that smile just about?
I crossed the sea in something
Was it nice?
song performed by by Haircut 100
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