Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear out but clothes, To keep one from going nude.
quote by Benjamin Franklin King
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The Pessimist
1 Nothing to do but work,
2 Nothing to eat but food,
3 Nothing to wear but clothes
4 To keep one from going nude.
5 Nothing to breathe but air
6 Quick as a flash 't is gone;
7 Nowhere to fall but off,
8 Nowhere to stand but on.
9 Nothing to comb but hair,
10 Nowhere to sleep but in bed,
11 Nothing to weep but tears,
12 Nothing to bury but dead.
13 Nothing to sing but songs,
14 Ah, well, alas! alack!
15 Nowhere to go but out,
16 Nowhere to come but back.
17 Nothing to see but sights,
18 Nothing to quench but thirst,
19 Nothing to have but what we've got;
20 Thus thro' life we are cursed.
21 Nothing to strike but a gait;
22 Everything moves that goes.
23 Nothing at all but common sense
24 Can ever withstand these woes.
poem by Benjamin Franklin King
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I used to wear boxers and a tank top, but now I sleep in the nude. It's kind of weird, because I used to have to wear something to bed, whether it was a tank top or whatever. And now if I have any clothes at all on, it's really hard to get to sleep.
quote by Laura Prepon
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
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Oh! Food food food food food food food foooooood!
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I And Thou!
i wont wear your clothes,
wont wear your shoes.
i wont live in your house,
i wont sweep your floors.
i wont share your food,
i wont wipe your ass.
i wont sleep in your bed,
i wont build your fire.
i will wear your clothes,
will wear your shoes.
i will live in your house,
i will sweep your floors.
i will share your food,
i will wipe your ass.
i will sleep in your bed,
i will build your fire.
i and thou,
defiant and reliant.
one in many, many in one,
confined, set free,
defined, beyond definition!
illusion, concepts,
or uncarved block!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Misplaced Souls
Momma can you still love me my life has gone so bad
With everything you taught me all the things I had
I guess that I forgot the parts the ones you said I'd need
The words you used for me to hear I guess I didn't heed
And now I am a beggar the beggar on the street
I guess I really screwed up this time no place to rest my feet
I'm the beggar on the street the one that you pass by
Disheveled clothes and matted hair so filthy to your eye
Sometimes I wonder how I got here it all came on so fast
One day I was just like you the next I needed gas
My car is where I live sometimes and others its a shack
I know to you I'm filthy and to me you'll turn your back
The sign I carry sometimes reads that I am 'Out of work'
Or maybe it will say to you 'A vet and I will work'
They mean the same I have no cash no assets do I have
A sign that reads 'Will work for food' is all I own or have
It wasn't supposed to be this way my plans and dreams they mattered
But somehow things did not work out the clothes I wear are tattered
The thing I want for others to know is that I'm still their brother
And all I want when said and done is to be home with my mother
poem by Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
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I keep on telling I am good
I keep on telling I am good
But it doesn't change my sad mood
I would be happy if I could
But the world is cruel and shrewd
I put on clothes I am not rude
But I feel like I am stark nude
I am starving though there is food
But there's no one like Robinhood
It's God's will I have understood
But my heart burns like a firewood
poem by Asif Andalib
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A Nude Artist
A Nude Artist
he says he is a nude artist
because he is naked when he paints
such nakedness has
nothing to do with being a nude artist
a naked artist who paints a cat or a chicken
is not a nude artist
there is no nude cat
thyere is no nude chicken
just paint a naked woman
and he will be called a nude artist
an artist is not an art
he must know that
- Frog Mantra, Accents Publishing,2012 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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A Womans Threat
My time, my patience, my love
My blood, my sweat, my tears
My burdens, my drama, my pain
My car, my money, my home
My ups, my downs, my fears
And my hours, my work, my strength
My fault, my this, my that
Nigga please
If you dont stop
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna lay in your bed
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna eat your food
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna wear your clothes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna fit your shoes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna get your keys
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna open your doors
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna get your check
(this is a warning)
This is a womans threat
Baby, this is a womans threat
My shakin, my sleep, my stress
My days, my night, my rest
My dos, my donts, my dares
And my church, my pastor, my prayers
My all, my faith, my powers
And my kitchen, my sink, my towels
My joy, my sad, my hate
And my sister, my cousin, my friends
My lights, my gas, my bills
My role, my way, my will
My hollerin, my fussin, my fights
Nigga please
If you dont stop
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna lay in your bed
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna eat your food
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna wear your clothes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna fit your shoes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna get your keys
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna open your doors
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna get your check
(this is a warning)
This is a womans threat
Baby
My future, my hopes, my dreams
My panties, my socks, my things
My flowers, my dress, my ring
My man, my lover, my king
My live, my chance, my fault
And my guts, my courage, my wounds
My fence, my neighbors, my yard
My chains, my lock, my guards
My win, my lose, my gain
And my credit, my card, my name
Myself, my freedom, my roof
Nigga please
If you dont stop
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna lay in your bed
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna eat your food
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna wear your clothes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna fit your shoes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna get your keys
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna open your doors
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna get your check
(this is a warning)
This is a womans threat
Baby, this is a womans threat
Listen
(whoa, whoa...)
Have you ever heard the story
About the three little bears
See they papa was gone
For a long, long, long, long time
When he returned
To his sweet little home
He had come to find
That all of his porridge was gone
If you dont stop
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna lay in your bed
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna eat your food
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna wear your clothes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna fit your shoes
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna get your keys
(this is a warning)
And someones gonna open your doors
(this is a warning)
Someones gonna get your check
(this is a warning)
This is a womans threat
song performed by by R. Kelly
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The Wonder Of You
Every day
I give thanks
For all the things
That you gave me
My God
You never left me
Without food, water, and clothes
To wear each day
My God
poem by Aldo Kraas
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As a consequence while we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, and clothes to wear to school we were constantly conscious of being of modest means.
quote by Robert B. Laughlin
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American Idle
An excuse
Getting through
Kick around your leeway
An idea
Overdue
Work-shy with hunger pains
Wear out your dunce's cap
Wear out your pocket flaps
But don't wear out your mind
Because you can't have mine
American Idle
Overfill your seidel
'Cause excess is romance
And everyone's convinced
Channel-surfing
Devil's food
Kick around your leeway
Snake oil rigged
Fate is sealed
Work-shy with stomach pains
Wear out your dunce's cap
Wear out your pocket flaps
But don't wear out your mind
Because you can't have mine
American Idle
Overfill your seidel
'Cause excess is romance
And everyone's convinced
poem by Michael Fischer
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Slaves of Food
Thick red blood veins bath in anger
The stomach grumbles in idiotic anger
A taste of food and out springs laughter
Triumphant moods commence again after
And it can be argued
We are all but slaves of food
Digesting away between interludes
Without food the mind is wholly screwed
We consume and wear different costumes
With food for thought and food of all sorts
We eat for the heart until it sets us apart
While the crumbs are often sought by rats
The pleasure one feels after a congested meal
That inner gratifying satisfaction is cheap but real
Toast, eggs and beans and it is work and work
Fruits, wine and cakes and it is talk and talk
Coffee or tea and eyes are conspicuously awake
A turkey roast and sleep is suspiciously at stake
We are all but slaves of food
I conclude with fluctuating moods
There is food for romance
There is food for the fools
Enjoy, eat fast, food never lasts, rewind and preview
Hungry mouths elsewhere regularly wait for its rescue
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Inharmonious Harmony
Watch two women washing clothes;
One woman makes dry clothes wet
The other makes wet clothes dry
They seem to work against each other,
But their work is a perfect harmony
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Nude Picture
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
It is sweeter than a candy pie;
You are real and i am here to stay.
Like a nude picture,
Your taste is sweeter than the candy;
For it makes me feel so high!
Your love is like a nude picture in my mind and,
I am dying for your love my sweet one;
Oh girl, throw me an apple of your sweet love to run for it.
True love knows no boundary and,
Sweet love knows no barrier;
You are my precious one and, what is your hot-line? !
The only picture i have in my mind is your nude body.
I will wait for you always!
Even in the rain;
I will sing for you always!
Even on your bed;
My nude lover,
My nude picture,
What a beauty that you are! !
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Do rebounce on me always,
For your love is like a nude picture in my mind;
With the reflections of you in the mirror.
You are sweeter than the candy pie,
With much hope and dreams to the world of roses;
I will wait for you always my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I think that fashion can be a lot of fun. I love clothes, but I recognize that it should only be a hobby. Some clothes that are more design-based look better on women with figures like wire hangers, because that's the nature of the design. I won't wear those clothes.
quote by Anne Hathaway
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The Bare Facts.
.
The bride was totally undressed
The groom too had thought it best
To be nude on his wedding day.
The bride carried a small bouquet,
The best Man wore a beaming smile.
The bridesmaids too were in the nude.
Nude weddings have a certain style.
A very modern attitude.
The vicar too correctly dressed.
He wore a large pectoral cross.
We were all suitably impressed,
he had permission from his boss.
No need to buy a wedding dress
nor yet to hire a morning suit.
So the wedding cost much less.
Their economies had borne fruit.
They could afford a honeymoon
Though where they chose they would not say.
Bar that it cost a small fortune.
The savings they had made would pay.
The first wedding I have been to
Where nobody was overdressed.
and I have been to quite few.
I rate this as one of the best..
To prudes all nudity is rude
and so they chose to stay away.
Perhaps because they understood
their presence there would spoil the day.
Forgive me for this platitude.
They are entitled to their view.
I have a different attitude.
I was content to be bare too.
I wonder what the prudes conceal
Behind their vaunted piety.
What is it that they daren’t reveal.
Some hidden impropriety?
I do not think that being bare.
Is something that one should not do
I did not find it hard to bear
when everyone was naked too.
Each to his own I must suppose.
Whatever makes you comfortable.
Though usually I do wear clothes.
Sometimes nudity’s suitable.
Wednesday,17 March 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Washing Enzymes
Washing enzymes have a job to do
They work for me they work for you
They make our clothes look nice and new
Just chuck them in the wash and press a button or two
They eat the grass, blood and gravy
And make the blues look really navy
They never stop they’re never lazy
They make my clothes as fresh as a daisy
Washing enzymes work night or day
They work when we sleep they work when we play
They work in every possible way
And love their job anyway!
poem by Bianca N/A
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On The Outside
They laugh at me aloud
They say Im just a clown
That I aint got no pride
Im on the outside
The girls look really cute
They really make it work
They think Im just a jerk
Im on the outside
I never could sit still
I never was too hip
I never caught the ride
Im on the outside
Im on the outside, Im on the outside now
This is where it all begins right here
On the outside lookin in, Im on the outside
I never was a punk
I never shot junk
I never even tried counter
Culture passed me right by
(Im on the outside)
Dont talk to debutantes
Dont eat in restaurants
The patrons sit and stare
The waiters make wise cracks behind my back
(Im on the outside)
Teachers there in school
They flunked me by the rule
They say I had no motivation, brains or dedication
I guess the imbeciles were right Im on the outside
Im on the outside, Im on the outside now
This is where it all begins on the outside looking in
Looking in
At you
Im just an alien through and through
Tryin to make believe Im you
Tryin to fit
Just a stranger on the outside looking in
The disco makes me sick i
Wear the wrong clothes
I say the wrong things
You know I cant dance
My feet are much too wide (Im on the outside)
You think you set the trends
You wear your hair just right
Your clothes are out-a-sight
Your house is modern really kitch
You get so macho when youre with your bitch
(Im on the outside)
I see them go to work
I see them go to sleep
I see them on t.v.
I see them laugh and cry
Im on the outside. Im on the outside. Im on the outside
(repeat chorus)
Im on the outside. Im on the outside now
Im on the outside
Im on the outside now
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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