You can hardly keep from getting soiled if you fight with a skunk.
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Mutatis Mutandis
Soiled, Soiled, Soiled
Soiled, Soiled, Soiled
Soiled, Soiled...
...Of ordinary...Chemistry
There is a suggestion there, that uh, manipulation of no
Humal, compounds, brain-neuro transmitters
And that sort of thing
May in fact, open the door, to uh, untapped areas of
Human contortion
Lead us to our team...
song performed by by Mudvayne
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The Skunk In Two Parts
I.
An Animal
With a Whole Lot
Of Funk
Is
The Skunk.
II.
On a Carousel
Or in the Darkness
A Skunk Will Still Smell.
poem by M.L. Squier
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Sometimes when you get in a fight with a skunk, you can't tell who started it.
quote by Lloyd Doggett
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The only difference between a dead skunk lying in the road and a dead lawyer lying in the road is that there are skid marks around the skunk.
quote by Patrick Murray
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No More 'Scha-nookie Dookie' Made
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
All I get to hear is junk.
With lots of lumps on me you dump.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
No more quick done rabbit humps.
With less hops from a bed that jumped.
I hear our neighbors say,
How I treat you nasty everyday.
That's your way of mutilation.
I hear our neighbors say,
What I do and how I spend my pay.
You've been putting our business in their way.
And you will pay for that one day.
Your humiliation has decayed.
And your wicked stubbornness is sick.
No matter who you get to defend your...
Schanookie dookie that you make.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
All I get to hear is junk.
With lots of lumps on me you dump.
You say you married a skunk.
And I feel more like a monk on a donkey.
No more quick done rabbit humps.
With less hops from a bed that jumped.
And no more 'scha-nookie dookie' made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fight
Sometimes there's nothing to feel
Sometimes there's nothing to hold
Sometimes there's no time to run away
Sometimes you just feel so old
The times it hurts when you cry
The times it hurts just to breathe
And then it all seems like there's no-one left
And all you want is to sleep
Fight fight fight
Just push it away
Fight fight fight
Just push until it breaks
Fight fight fight
Don't cry at the pain
Fight fight fight
Or watch yourself burn again
Fight fight fight
Don't howl like a dog
Fight fight
Just fill up the sky
Fight fight fight
Fight til you drop
Fight fight fight
And never never
Never stop
Fight fight fight
Fight fight fight
So when the hurting starts
And when the nightmares begin
Remember you can fill up the sky
You don't have to give in
You don't have to give in
Never give in
Never give in
Never give in
song performed by by Cure
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Soiled hand to soiled hand
Changes life in this world
ah, commerce rules!
quote by by Indira Babbellapati
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The Song Of The Rain
i was born pure at the heights of the skies
soiled as i planted passionate kisses on earth
painful though, but to become the life sustaining force
causing the green carpet of life dance in glee everywhere.
yes..it is blessed to be soiled for the sake of others' joy.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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To Catullus
Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
Truth ’tis, there is a filthy skunk amongst us,
A rank musk-idiot, the filthiest skunk,
Of no least sorry use on earth, but only
Fit in fancy to justify the outlay
Of your most horrible vocabulary.
My Muse, all innocent as Eve in Eden,
Would yet wear any skins of old pollution
Rather than celebrate the name detested.
Ev’n now might he rejoice at our attention,
Guess'd he this little ode were aiming at him.
O! were you but alive again, Catullus!
For see, not one among the bards of our time
With their flimsy tackle was out to strike him;
Not those two pretty Laureates of England,
Not Alfred Tennyson nor Alfred Austin.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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I Begged God for My Life
I cursed the birds
Their droppings soiled my clothes
I cursed the animals
Their droppings soiled my feet
While walking on the beach
I cursed the insects
For eating flowers in my garden
I took a gun
Killed the birds and the animals
Sprayed deadly poison
On the the insects
I was feeling happy
As if I had conquered the world
I heard god’s voice
What should I do with you my son?
You soiled my world
By killing my
Birds, insects and animals
For your greed and lust
I begged god for my life
Promised him to
Treat man, animals alike
Preserve his world
With all my might
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Smell of a Dog
I love the way a dog smells.
Ever since I was a boy,
I have loved the smell of a dog's paws,
leathery pads, edged with fur,
that absorb the rich, musty fragrances
of where the dog and I have been
in our adventures together.
I love the smell of the top of a dog's head,
where the fur is smoother than at any other
part of the animal
and is usually cleaner, too.
The top-of-the-head smell is fresher than the paw,
more like the smell of a little boy's hair
at the end of a summer's day in the sun.
I don't mind
the faint smell of skunk on a dog,
(but only if it's faint) .
Snuggling down for a nap
with my skunk flavored companion
lying next to me
puts me back in another time,
when the world was new,
waiting to be explored and discovered
by my friends and me and our dogs;
when the little lame balloon man
was simply another reason to wonder.
Soiled Thoughts
I am plagued with soiled thoughts
saying that I made a mistake
so many years ago.
It says I should be crucified
for the wrong that I did.
It says I have been too complacent
with my marriage of convenience
to get away from domineering parents.
They say there was no love in it
and the soiled thoughts may be right,
but they are wrong when they say
I should be crucified
because I do that to myself daily.
There is no escaping my mistakes
no matter how much I try.
The only thing I can do
is to ensure the innocent do not cry
regardless of my tormented soul.
4 December 2008
After word:
This poem was created after overhearing a conversation and is not based on my own life.
poem by David Harris
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Soiled Dove
Silent beauty,
cast into darkness,
bitter sweet silence,
pitched upon the beauties back,
blue eyes turn to black,
the soiled dove emerges,
cry for her,
she will never be the same,
broken,
fallen,
uncompromising,
sob for her,
for she cannot,
her pain made to raindrops,
falling upon her back,
abandoned sun weep for her,
you will never see her again,
forsaken,
used,
unable to resist the snake,
remarkable ignorance,
fallen before original sin,
tattered little soiled dove,
CRY FOR HER.
poem by Jason Karlan
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What kills a skunk is the publicity it gives itself.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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A Breathe of Fresh Air
I'm a deep thinker
And I'm just trying to live my life
Who am I?
The answer is, I'm not quite sure
I have that feeling
The feeling in your stomache
The feeling behind your ribs
That feeling that just can't let you be
The pain
Well can I even call it that
It's not quite pain
It's absence of pain
It's just the feeling
The feeling that's always present
I just want it to go away
Please just go away
I want to breathe freely
I want a breath of fresh air that isn't soiled
Soiled by the feeling
The feeling of pain
Or is it the absence of pain
poem by Aerin Andre
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We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
Winston Churchill in speech (4 June 1940)
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Doing The Itch
There was a skunk whose name was Itch—
Itch had a rash that started at a fever pitch.
But the itch was only the beginning of it—
Itch started to get alot of zits…
So Itch decided he didn't know his face—
so he put on a Skunk mask that had more grace.
But Razel puppet liked him for he could tell a lie
she knew she could use him like banana cream pie.
Pie in the sense that the could change forms—
be "Deceptive" which was in Razel's norm.
So "Doing The Itch" was born.
So if you have half a brain—
you will figure out Itch's deceptive games.
Don't worry Itch will make you all the blame.
"Just remember Itch, says Razel-
humans can really play you-
not to worry you are cold and blue! ! "
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 11,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Soiled Hands
Wash and clean your hands
My lesson teacher taught me
That it brings personal hygiene
I abide by this instruction
But as I traversed the land
As I looked around me
I amazingly see soiled hands.
Elders hands are dirty.
Kings finger tips
Are putrefied with red oil.
Servants hands are dipped
Into the forbidden pots.
Horrid and foul smells
Oozes into the air space
Floods of dirts overflow
Our dear mother land
Our treasures are vanished
Via our soiled hands
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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You're making me feel like a skunk at the garden party.
quote by Kenneth Starr
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It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.
quote by Rebecca West
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