If wisdom were on sale in the open market, the stupid would not even ask the price.
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Love For Sale
When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.
Love for sale,
Appetising young love for sale.
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled,
Love thats only slightly soiled,
Love for sale.
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Whos prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way,
I know every type of love
Better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love,
Ive been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale.
Appetising young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares.
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale.
Love for sale.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Got Love For Sale
Your conditions red, you cant get to bed
Your eyes are full of tears
Youve got headache, heartache, a pain you cant take
I am who you have to fear
Your observations correct
Im someone you cant neglect
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
You buy the magazine, in between the lines
You see my face, you read my name
And you can have me for one price, baby
You must have heard of my fee
You know you need me, I know you want me
cause Im a living cross your heart man
Youve got to have me, cant live without me
cause Im the one and only yes I am
Ive got love for sale
And my love will not fail you
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no oh, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale), yeah
Ive got love for sale
And my love will not fail you
Whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no, whoo no
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale)
Have love, will travel (Ive got love for sale), yeah
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale
I got love for sale, yeah
song performed by by Kiss
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Love For Sale
When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of a wayward town
That a smile becomes a smirk
I go to work
Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled
Love thats only slightly soiled
Love for sale
Who will buy? who would like to sample my supply?
Whos prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love in their childish ways
I know every kind of love better far than they
If you want the thrill of love, Ive been through the mill of love
Old love, new love
Every kind but true love
For sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale
Love for sale
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Love For Sale
Love for Sale
Billie Holiday, Cole Porter
When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.
Love for sale,
Appetising young love for sale.
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
Love that's only slightly soiled,
Love for sale.
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way,
I know every type of love
Better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale.
song performed by by Simply Red
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There is abundant proof that the opening of our ports always tends to raise the price of foreign corn to the price in the English market, and not to sink the price of British corn to the price in the continental market.
quote by Joseph Hume
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Love For Sale
Cole porter
Love for sale.
Appetizing, young love for sale.
Love thats fresh and still unspoiled. love thats only slighty soiled.
Love for sale.
Who will buy?
Who will like to sample my supply?
Whos prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise?
Love for sale.
Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way.
I know every type of love better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love Ive been through the midl of love.
Old love. new love. every love, but true love.
Love for sale.
Appetizing young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares, follow me and climb the stairs.
Love for sale.
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Food Left To Rot
market price
market fixed
market profit
not worth picking
costs more picking
than sold price paid
never fruit picked
never taste eaten
never starving fed
global waste sickening
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Peter Patter...
i must not be stupid enough to know that
i am stupid but stupid or not i must realize
that stupidity is not that stupid
sometimes it has flashes of wisdom
wears its whiskers
smokes pipes and
wipes that stupid look that makes other wonder
it is just the look?
or the spook?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Listening to every Tom, Dick and Donkey
Come, we have a story, said the Old Man. Come, sit and I shall tell you all a little tale of a donkey, a boy and his father…and of strangers too…and many a busybody…
And the children sat round the campfire and the Old Man began his tale…
One day
(and this is many, many
uncountable days ago)
Father called Son
and he said:
‘Son
you are grown now
into a fine young lad
and you must learn
how to buy and sell
and make a profit
‘So, come let us go
you and I
to the market to see
what silver coins we can get
for this old donkey
in our shed’
2
And so Son and Dad
set out for the town market
across the sandy and rocky miles
and some way off
Dad grew tired and he said:
‘Ah, Son
this walk tires me and so
I shall ride the donkey
while you walk by the side;
so, come let us go
you and I
to the market to see
what silver coins we can get
for this old donkey
that I shall ride’
3
‘Ho, ho!
What do we have here? ’
came a voice
as the Dad sat riding the donkey
while the Son walked by the side
‘A cruel father you are, ’
said the Family Standards Officer
‘Get down, you grown man
and let the child ride! ’
And the Father was ashamed
and so he let the Son ride the donkey
and he walked beside
And the Family Standards Officer
was extremely pleased
and he filled up his forms
and he bade the Father and Son safe journey:
‘Ah, this is another
success story
of the Family Welfare Dept
where conscience has won the day
and the Son rides the donkey
and the Father walks beside’
4
A nd the Father and Son are gone but a mile, a mile - when another interruption came their way, heading straight their way….
‘What do we have here? ’
came a scream
and the Mandarin of the
State Morals Education
stopped the trio
and the Mandarin glared disapprovingly
at the boy riding the donkey and he said:
‘Where is your filial piety?
Know you not the son must do his duty
by the father?
Get off the donkey -
you young donkey!
and allow your father to ride
while you walk with reverence
and duty beside! ’
And so now we have the
Father on the donkey
and the Son walking beside
all three slowly on and on
Father and son
to the market to see
what silver coins
they might get
for this old donkey
that they have taken turns to ride
5
Then comes an old woman
and she mutters to herself as she passes by:
‘Ah, what’s come of life
that a father should ride and
allow the young to walk.’
And so the Father bids his Son
be a pillion rider with him on the donkey
and so they ride
merrily, merrily
on to the market
to see
what silver coins they can get
for this old donkey
that they both ride
5
But no sooner have they covered
but a mile, just a mile
with the respectable Father
and the filial Son
(both on the hapless donkey)
when a voice thunders out from the bush
and the Animal Rights Activist stands out
and he screams:
‘Oh, you cruel people
that you should ride a helpless donkey!
Shame on you!
Much better that you both
carried the creature! ’
And of course
the Son and Father
so reasonable and
always with an open mind
they jump off the donkey
and they carry
the donkey all the way
all the way
just four more miles
just four more miles
and they soon come into the market
carrying the donkey
and shouting:
‘Donkey for sale!
Donkey for sale! ’
6
And the buyers
at the markets
they see
this Father and Son
carrying the donkey
and screaming:
‘Donkey f or sale!
Donkey for sale! ’
And the buyers they say:
‘But it appears, Sirs,
there are
three donkeys for sale
three donkeys for sale!
In declaring
“Donkey for Sale! ”
when there are clearly three
are you offering three
for the price of one? ’
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Now For Sale
It is for sale so,
Set sail and come to me;
For the noie of the whale at sea is like the wail of my neighbour next door!
But, the train station is very far from me.
It is for sale so,
Sail on and come to me!
For my love is now for sale;
And, i want to present it to you for a better price to enhance my status.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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They're Red Hot
(Robert Johnson)
Hot tamales1 and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girl, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
[Spoken:] They're too hot boy!
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
[Spoken:]
Man don't mess around em hot tamales now
'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales
I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my
Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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I think the market is always going to be around. The goal is not to say, let's get rid of the market, because the market does render a huge number of services, and I don't want to have a fight about the price of something every time I buy a book or a bottle of water.
quote by Susan George
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What Price Creativity?
My heart beats passionately.
My mind thinks creatively.
My soul cries desperately.
I am an individual undreamed of.
I will not comprise.
I will not bleat with herded sheep.
Truth Honour Justice Disguised?
For these three I stand alone.
For these three I walk alone.
These three I aspire to distinctly own.
Wisdom Knowledge Worked Of Past Ages.
As I merge ancient celestial wisdom.
As I sweep across unknown ages.
As I walk worlds apart from material wealth.
In a capitalistic world I moan.
What Price Creativity?
What market value?
Which market?
For what reason?
For what profit?
Why bother?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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For Sale
do you not know
that for now
everything is for sale
at the right
price?
my heart my body
are for sale
but only for you
my dear
but since i love you
take me for free
with a bonus
of fidelity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stupid
So sad to hear that you dont want to hang around with me
So lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that its over
Cause when your weak I feel the need to get underneith your skin
And when you start to tweak I find a way to get up beside you
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
In time youll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
Oh in time youll learn to hate me
Cause when I feel the need to have you back by my side
I am sweet it makes me sick to know that I can be so blind
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
song performed by by Oleander
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Stupid
Honestly, I like the word
Stupid,
I like you calling me
Stupid
In all the stupid things
That you think
I do
Which I think are
Stupid too,
Stupid!
Stupid makes me feel
That I am
Non-stupid
That I am nobody
That I am not
Like you calling me
Stupid
That I am not like you
That I am not
Alone
That I have no reason
To be sad
That confusion is not
A disease
That we all belong to one
Beautiful world
Stupid!
That is enough
Heaven for me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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STUPID PEOPLE...by Talile Ali
STUPID PEOPLE EVERYWHERE
STUPID PEOPLE WITHOUT A CARE
STUPID PEOPLE WANNA SHARE
STUPID PEOPLE IN MY HAIR
IM IN THE UNITED STATES OF STUPID PEOPLE
STUPID PEOPLE ALL THEY WROTE
STUPID PEOPLE WHO THEY QUOTE
STUPID PEOPLE GET AROUND
STUPID PEOPLE THAT I FOUND
I'M IN THE SQUALLER AND THE WIT OF STUPID PEOPLE
STUPID PEOPLE SO I SWEAR
STUPID PEOPLE I DON'T DARE
STUPID PEOPLE ALL AROUND
STUPID PEOPLE LOST AND FOUND
CAN I GET A BREAK FROM BEING AROUND YOU
STUPID PEOPLE
poem by Talile Ali
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Stupid Cupid
stupid cupid
on that stupid day
hits my stupid heart
with his stupid arrow
stupid blood flows
from my stupid heart
and you are there
stupid enough to
just watch me
on that stupid day
i fall in love with you
and so stupid enough
i never tell you
and you are there
on that stupid day
watching me
and stupid enough
you love me too
but never tell me
stupid day stupid love
stupid cupid stupid us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Market Of Ideas...
in the market there are good apples,
luscious ones and we buy them and we do not regret
the money that we part with,
there are rotten ones, who buys them must be fools
ditto with our creations,
we think what we make are the best
in the market of ideas
we rely on the proof of the goodness when others begin to buy
what we display
we think they are best
but look at the flies, look at the the emptiness of the market place
smell the stink,
then we decide not to display at all
we keep what we make as our own
after all, it is ours, and we protect them in our homes
not for sale
but for domestic consumption
we do not wish to compete
we are home now and then we are happier this way.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doggerelle
To market, to market
Without a great sack
Of cotton or muslin
To tote your truck back
Is selfish and stupid
And decimates trees
And generates plastic
So pack one in, please.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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