Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is better.
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Good for You
Ariel I got good grades
'Ok then, Good for you'
Ariel, my boyfriends good to me
'Ok then, Good for you'
Ariel, I'm about to graduate
'Alright, Good for you'
'You're doing good in life and school
you brag about the things you do
It'll be funny if you graduate
but can't afford to
so you celebrate
a little late
and you're not included in the graduation rate
and I know you love your boyfriend
but your relationship's real boring
and I hope that he gets you pregnant
then leaves
because you brag about all of these good things
to me
above it all
I've built a wall
of bricks
to shadow secrets
of past events
occurences
of rape, and abuse
just constant hell
opposed to you
and slowly
see
my jealousy will creep
until I bring you down with me
I'm failing class
plus
my ex just passed
because his suicide attempts
really worked finally'
I begin crying
but yet she laughs
and says
'Oh well
look at the brightside,
all is good for me! ! '
poem by Ariel Miles
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Canadian born
We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial name;
And every man's a millionaire if only he can brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.
No title and no coronet is half so proudly worn
As that which we inherited as men Canadian born.
We count no man so noble as the one who makes the brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.
The Dutch may have their Holland, the Spaniard have his Spain,
The Yankee to the south of us must south of us remain;
For not a man dare lift a hand against the men who brag
That they were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Democrats always like to brag that their guys are smarter than the opponents and Republicans always like to brag that their guys are more moral than the opponents. But if you're looking for morals in politics you're looking for bananas in the cheese department.
quote by Harry Shearer
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Woman has poor memory.
She knows not you;
She knows you.
She minds you.
Your figure fails to allure.
Lust is not in her eyes
Unlike it is in yours.
Your contacts only can.
She is moved by events.
Woman forgets man fast
She lives in his holdfast.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I’m So Good That I Don’t Have To Brag
Now I'm warnin' all you women don't stand too close to me cause you might catch fire
Now you're talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag
Well I'm three parts tiger and one part snake
I'll ball you to sleep and I'll bite you awake
And I'm so good that I don't have to brag
I need an adding machine to count up all the women I've ruined for other men
Now compared to me Paul Bunyan is a screamin' fag
I can shift more gears and pump more juice I'll turn you every which way but loose
And I'm so damn good that I don't have to brag
Now there's twenty thirty beautiful women a sleepin' at the foot of my bed
And every night every night I hear 'em sighin'
They say that I don't miss a thing they say that I'm the lovin' king
And I'm too nice a guy to say they're lyin'
Now I've been makin' love professionally since I was only six years old
And I really learned the way to wiggly wag
And still I'm such a modest man you know I'm twice as great as I think I am
I'm so good that I don't have to brag
There's a line of chicks startin' at my window and reachin' across the street
And it stretches 'way to the other side of town
They come to me from across the seas on their knees just sayin' Please
And I'm too nice a guy to turn 'em down
Now I once got captured by some Amazon women down in the Fiji Isles
They were fightin' over me to see who'd be my bride
I had to kill them all and I will admit it and I won't tell you how I did it
But I'll tell you each one was smilin' when she died
Now the day I die every woman in the country's gonna go around dressed in black
And they'll probably add another star to the American flag
And they'll build me a monument forty feet high sayin' it's a shame he had to die
He was so damn good he never had to brag
And I'm tellin' you men keep your eighteen year old daughters off of my back
And your wives they like the way I carry on
And why don't you go look at your mother for a while
You notice she's wearin' a funny sorta smile
Well that just means I've been there and I've gone
Now if you got a frigid woman I'm gonna cure her for a hundred dollars
You can bring her around my house at four o'clock
And you can come and pick her up at 4:03 if you can pry her off of me
I got a whole lot of others just waitin' 'round the block
Now if you're wonderin' how you're gonna get to me
Better bring a Cadillac full of money
Cause I sure as hell ain't gonna swing without no swag
I can make you creep I can make you crawl make you scream and climb the wall
And I'm so good that I don't have to brag
So Baby don't call me up at three o'clock in the mornin' no more threatenin' suicide
I mean go ahead and do it honey cause wakin' me up is a drag
And you can leave a note for all the rest sayin' at least you had the very best
And he's so damn good that he don't have to brag
Now I'm warnin' all you women don't stand too close to me cause you might catch fire
Now you're talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag
I'm three parts tiger and one part snake I'll ball you to sleep and I'll bite you awake
And I'm so good that I don't have to brag
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Old brag is a good dog, but hold fast is better.
Little miss brag
Little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way
And the rich little lady puts out a lip
As she looks at her own white, dainty slip,
And wishes that she could wear a gown
As pretty as gingham of faded brown!
For little Miss Brag she lays much stress
On the privileges of a gingham dress -
"Aha,
Oho!"
The rich little lady from over the way
Has beautiful dolls in vast array;
Yet she envies the raggedy home-made doll
She hears our little Miss Brag extol.
For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt
From wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt!
Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too,
And one eye's black and the other's blue -
"Aha,
Oho!"
The rich little lady goes out to ride
With footmen standing up outside,
Yet wishes that, sometimes, after dark
Her father would trundle her in the park; -
That, sometimes, her mother would sing the things
Little Miss Brag says her mother sings
When through the attic window streams
The moonlight full of golden dreams -
"Aha,
Oho!"
Yes, little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way;
And yet who knows but from her heart
Often the bitter sighs upstart -
Uprise to lose their burn and sting
In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing
Praise of the treasures all its own!
So I've come to love that treble tone -
"Aha,
Oho!"
poem by Eugene Field
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Happiness for Sadness
No matter how bad you have it
I will always have it worse
That was once said to me
When I think about it
That’s a good thing
Why would someone want to have it worse
Why would someone want to be sad?
These day people brag about being depressed
They put labels on it
“Emo” that’s what they call it
No matter how bad you have it
I’ll always have it worse
Why would someone brag about being
Sad
Why is depression
Considered an accomplishment
People need to get thing set straight
Depression is not fun
Depression is horrible
Depression has eaten me alive
Depression has ruined my life
“Emo” that’s what they call it
No matter how bad you have it
I’ll always have it worse
Why would anyone want to be depressed
It sickens me
How people just walk around
Pretending to feel sad
Just for a lable
I’ll trade with you
My depression for your happiness
Really depressed people
hide
turn our live’s into acts
Don’t pretend
Because it isn’t funny
Some Questions In My Mind
Do I have to brag that I
Have a thousand dreams?
Do I have to tell a lie
To be more honest to all?
What makes lies white?
What white lies are permissible?
Do I have to dream a thousand times
To be called free?
Do I have to be friendly
To be good?
Will my youth justify
My old age?
Do you have to read me
To say that I am a good writer?
Do I have to have power
To be responsible?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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MNchhausen
Just chaos!
Maybe he like to brag
Did he invent himself
He live 'till the end of time
Oh mnchhausen was a sun of a gun
He had his share of wild adventures
He rode the cannonball like no other man
And pulled himself up in the air
Just chaos!
Whether he liked to brag
He lives 'till the end of time
With his immortal lies
Oh mnchhausen took a trip to the moon
And beat the sultan and his navy
With a company containing just five
He gunned them down just by himself
Such a special baron man mnchhausen
He spread chaos around the world
Just chaos!
Maybe he liked...
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Bragging Rights
Bragging Rights
I’m feeling rather curious
If not down right ridiculous.
I’m married to a great grandma
She thinks I am peculiar
because I say I’m very glad
to be at last a great Granddad.
Although she will admit to me
in private that’s she’s glad to be
Allowed to call her son Granddad
a privilege she’s never had
but one she willing to pursue
if only for a week or two
The truth is we are pleased to be
part of a growing family.
We hope quite soon to get to know
our first great grandson Little Joe
My lady and I have no doubt
we have something to brag about.
As we grow old disgracefully
We will brag that’s a certainty.
15-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dont Start Crying Now
You aint never had to cry baby
Dont start cryin now
You aint never had to cry baby
Dont start cryin now
You never did it before
Dont do you know good no how
Cry cry baby, cry cry, all night long
Cry cry baby, cry cry, all night long
Youre gonna wake up in the mornin
And find your good man gone
Well you brag bout your woman
Take one look at mine
Well you brag bout your woman
A take one look at mine
Shes as sweet as any angel
Make-a love most all the time
Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
You might wake up in the morning
And find your good man gone
Ooh! (instrumental)
Well I sent for you yesterday
Here you come walkin today
Well I sent for you yesterday
Here you come walkin today
Got you all fired up
And dont know what I said
Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Gonna wake up in the mornin
Find your good man gone
Well cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
(well) cry cry baby, cry cry all night long
Youre gonna wake up in the mornin
And find your good man gone
(instrumental to end)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Consequences
vast
contrast
typecast
forecast
b roadcast
telecast
newscast
flabberga st
topmast
life
steadfas t
sandblast
holdfast
cube die is cast
people caste miscast
problems mast fly-past
downcast
outcast
elastoplas t
strife
counterblast
unsurpassed simulcast
colourfast outlast
seek opportunities
transcend boundaries
triumph complexities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Now For Dessert
mmm...
That was delicious.
And seasoned to taste.
'It was in the tenderizing.'
So that explains the softened crusts?
'Now for dessert.
Let's destroy ourselves! '
Good idea.
I've already started...
Why should I bother to stop?
'Oh...
So that was you who created that separation? '
I don't want to brag because I was tempted...
But 'yes'!
I couldn't wait!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Joshua Fit The Battle (take 1)
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Good morning sister Mary
Good morning brother John
Well I wanna stop and talk with you
Wanna tell you how I come along
I know you've heard about Joshua
He was the son of Nun
He never stopped his work until
Until the work was done
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
You may talk about your men of Gideon
You may brag about your men of Saul
There's none like good old Joshua
At the battle of Jericho
Up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried
'Cause the battle is in my hands
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
You may talk about your men of Gideon
You may brag about your king of Saul
There none like Joshua
At the battle of Jericho
They tell me, great God that Joshuas spear
Was well nigh twelve feet long
And upon his hip was a double edged sword
And his mouth was a gospel horn
Yet bold and brave he stood
Salvation in his hand
Go blow them ram horns Joshua cried
'Cause the devil can't do you no harm
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, Joshua cried
'Cause the battle is in my hands
Then the lamb ram sheep horns began to blow
The trumpets began to sound
Old Joshua shouted glory
And the walls came tumblin' down
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Down, down, down, down, down
Tumblin' down
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Joshua Fit The Battle
(arranged and adapted by elvis presley)
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
Jericho jericho
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
Jericho jericho
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Good morning sister mary
Good morning brother john
Well I wanna stop and talk with you
Wanna tell you how I come along
I know youve heard about joshua
He was the son of nun
He never stopped his work until
Until the work was done
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
Jericho jericho
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
You may talk about your men of gideon
You may brag about your men of saul
Theres none like good old joshua
At the battle of jericho
Up to the walls of jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, joshua cried
cause the battle is in my hands
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
Jericho jericho
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
You may talk about your men of gideon
You may brag about your king of saul
There none like joshua
At the battle of jericho
They tell me, great God that joshuas spear
Was well nigh twelve feet long
And upon his hip was a double edged sword
And his mouth was a gospel horn
Yet bold and brave he stood
Salvation in his hand
Go blow them ram horns joshua cried
cause the devil cant do you no harm
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
Jericho jericho
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Up to the walls of jericho
He marched with spear in hand
Go blow them ram horns, joshua cried
cause the battle is in my hands
Then the lamb ram sheep horns began to blow
The trumpets began to sound
Old joshua shouted glory
And the walls came tumblin down
God knows that
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
Jericho jericho
Joshua fit the battle of jericho
And the walls come tumbling down
Down, down, down, down, down
Tumblin down
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Don't Give
Every time you go away
It actually kinda makes my day
Every time you leave, you slam the door
You pick your words so carefully
You hate to think you're hurtin' me
You leave me laughing on the floor, 'cuz-
(Chorus)
I don't give it up,
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know-
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know-
I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
I thought we were just hangin' out (hangin' out)
So why'd you kiss me on the mouth?
You thought the way you taste would get me high- (oh)
You went to all your friends to brag (to brag)
Guys are always such a drag (a drag)
Don't you know the reason the reason that I kissed you was to say good-bye?
(Chorus)
'Cuz I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know-
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn what you say about that
You know-
I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
Hangin', hangin' out; I am simply
Hangin', hangin' out; I am simply
Hangin'... so why'd you kiss me on the mouth? (why'd you kiss me)
Don't you know that I-
I don't give a damn about you
I won't give it up, not for you
I don't give a damn about you
I won't give it up, not for you
I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy
A guy who thinks he's all that
I don't give it up
I don't give a damn (I don't give it up)
What you say about that (I don't give a damn)
I don't give it up (I don't give it up)
I don't give a damn ( I don't give a damn)-acapo
song performed by by Avril Lavigne
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