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Gestapo
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
You thought it a breeze,
To do just what you pleased.
And you shopped...
'Til you dropped.
You stole what you had,
And you thought it would never stop.
When you thought your life was threatened...
You would call the cops.
Now that things have turned around...
A mess is all you've got,
To show.
And you know...
Your back's broke.
A gestapo is on the march.
Soon to knock on your door...
With a broom and mop.
To clean up your slop!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped,
And pooped from pushing.
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
But...
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped!
And pooped,
From pushing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Generalizations, like brooms, ought not to stand in a corner forever; they ought to sweep as a matter of course.
quote by John Lukacs
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars --
And then I come away.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The new broom sweeps well
'Yes sir, it's true but when I get old that won't be applicable.
You too seems to be wearied like me by sweeping.
If they do not throw the dirt on streets
Then both of us can stay together freely.'
'Where did you study? ' I asked.
'Boss! You never learn such things in the school
We are brooms and sweep others dirt by heredity? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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It's Hard to Grow
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But they've been stopped...
Hitting bottom from the top.
Dropped and blocked.
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending...
Swoosh
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
Oh Lawd it's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to clossssuup.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
These doors will not be opened again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appetizers Laced
Dozing!
After a feast that fattened their bodies,
And dulling their minds.
They all awakened to find...
Someone demanding those times,
Would be left behind them now.
Struggling to their feet...
Some dazed,
Others amazed those days
Had actually gone.
With their cupboards depleted.
And brooms and mops left,
For them to use to sweep and clean.
As someone they never respected...
and certainly did not expect.
Showed up upon the scene.
Loudly proclaiming,
What from them is expected!
And the days ahead will be long and lean.
Jaws dropped in shock!
To learn they were asked to serve.
Or discover themselves deserted.
Since those who had fed them,
And watched them sleep...
Were treating them with doses,
Of appetizers laced with deceit and treason.
While slipping through exits.
Hoping to leave unnoticed...
Without making a sound or peep!
'The thieves have stolen the cheese.
The Provolone, Swiss and American
Lox and Bagels too! '
Announced the leader,
Of the new maintenance crew.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You come before me this morning with clean hands and clean collars. I want you to have clean tongues, clean manners, clean morals and clean characters.
quote by John Burns
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Pick Up That Broom and Sweep, Boy
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
So don't try sneakin' tippy toe on your feet,
Across this floor because it creaks.
And when that happens...
My dog Pete,
Will do his best to sink his teeth.
Right into your funky meat.
And you'll go screamin down the street.
And I'll report you to the police.
Who will bring you back here...
Once again until you sweep.
And it you don't do it,
You'll join those who've been deleted!
'You better pick up that broom,
And sweep, boy! '
~I gotcha 'boy' ol'man! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broom Poem
a history of the broom
a short one, or long
will see us down on the floors
in the streets and the corners;
a little excursion to the theaters
of farce and wayward husbands
beaten by outraged wives;
and if we included this poem
in this sweep of history
I hope a poem with a broom
does not fire the same ignorance
as beliefs did
conjuring women with brooms
supposed witches who flew in the sky…
you burned them, remember?
and you would again, given half the chance
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Were every one to sweep before his own house, every street would be clean.
If every man would sweep his own doorstep the city would soon be clean.
If every man would sweep before his own door, the city would soon be clean.
If you want to sweep the steps clean, start at the top.
If every man would sweep his own door-step the city would soon be clean.
Were everyone to sweep in front of his own house, every street would be clean.
If each person would sweep before his own house, the city would soon be clean.
Cuts Inflicted
The only thing that is getting better...
Are those flourished explanations,
By those chosen to minimize...
The affects of truth.
To keep those fed,
In a gleeful spending frenzy!
But an awakening has occurred.
As those observe those in glasshouses.
Inside of them they smack on snacks.
While outside,
Their foundations...
Have widening, threatening cracks.
And they are seen wining and dining...
Sharing pretensions,
Things on the 'other' side...
Can not be as bad as that!
And the glass begins to splinter!
To leave gaping holes...
With glass crashing as it falls into the streets.
Dressed in suits and gowns to clean...
Those appear from their festivities,
With brooms...
For a simple neat,
And sweet appearing sweep!
Hoping their efforts,
And speech when they speak...
Has listeners left believing,
Cuts inflicted upon them...
Are not as deep!
Or painful.
As the blood gushes from wounds condoned,
By those who stand and patriotically bleed!
Some with children...
To provide alone.
Aren't yet too convinced...
That even those wearing diamond encrusted tieras,
Wished they had found their feet on the ground.
Instead of victimizing themselves...
Attempting to climb over,
A razor sharpened fence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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