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And they're also very good at math, these super boogers, and so they teach Billy the ways of mathematics.

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Super Sadist

Super angry
Super hated
Super evil
Super serrated
Super guitar
Super faded
Never sad sad sad

Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist

Keeps his hands in his mouth
That's gold plated
Hates himself more and more
Cause he's made it
Super evil
Super jaded
Never sad sad sad

Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist

Super high tech
Super pay check
Super ego
Super hate pro
Super cautious
Super nauseous
Never sad sad sad

Super all gone
Super hold on
Super ego
Super phenomenon
Super destroy
Super small boy
Never sad sad sad

Super asshole
Super nothing

song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Math Suks

If necessity was the mother of invention
Then Id like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss
Lets starts with something simple
Like 1 and 1 aint 3
Any 2 plus 2 will never get you 5
Theres fractions in my subtraction
And x dont equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Id like to burn this text book
I hate that stuff so much
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometimes I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
I got so bored with my homework
I turned on the tv
The beauty pageant winners were all smiling through their teeth
And they asked the new miss america
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks
She looked puzzled then just said math suks
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
Geometry and trigonometry and if they dont tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think its gonna drive me insane
Parents fighting with their children
And the congress cant agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly
Management and labor keep rattling old sabres
Quacking like those peabody ducks
Math suks (quack quack), math suks (quack quack)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks, thats right, math suks, you got it
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
All right there goes our g rating
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks, math suks

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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We've lost something that's been with us for so long, and something that drew a lot of us into mathematics. But perhaps that's always the way with math problems, and we just have to find new ones to capture our attention.

quote by Andrew Wiles
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Super Cop

Super cop (12 times)
I was born to serve justice
But I dont sermonize
Good is good
Bad is bad
And I never compromise
They lock me in a rocket
Made of flesh and bone
Ill meet you in the war zone
With my fists of stone
Im a super cop
Im a super cop
My bodys a machine
Made to synchronize
Every time Im called to action
Make me recognize
When the forces of corruption
Do the tyrannize
Then I shift to overdrive
And start to pulverize
Im a super cop
Eliminate the foe
With karate chops
Im a super cop
Im a super charged cop
And I cant be stopped.
Im a super cop
I was born to serve justice
Get my name
Im a super cop
Kung fu action is my game
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He drives around in a world turned upside down
Im a cop now
A super cop now
Hes gotta round up all the evil clowns
Im a cop now
A super cop now
What he sees just makes him want to cry
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He works alone cause if he dont hell die
(spoken) the truth and protect
The motto I ascribe to
With equal justice
For the down and out or well to do
Im a super cop
A gangsters worst nightmare
One man demolition team
Ill send them into disrepair
Hes been fighting,
Fighting for so long
Im a super cop
Hes been righting,
Righting every wrong
Im a super cop
Now hes hiding
From the long arm of the law
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He gets up and tries to save the world
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He goes out and tries to find a girl
Im a cop now
A super cop now
If youre a punk hell aim straight for your belt
Im a cop now
A super cop now
He makes the news every time he kicks some butt
Super cop (12 times)

song performed by by Devo
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May not music be described as the mathematics of the sense, mathematics as music of the reason? The musician feels mathematics, the mathematician thinks music: music the dream, mathematics the working life.

quote by James Joseph Sylvester
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My favorite subject probably was math. I love math. Figures just intrigue me. I was really good at math. English probably was my worst subject. But I used to write a lot of poetry. I used to write poetry all the time.

quote by Herschel Walker
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Life is good for only two things, discovering mathematics and teaching mathematics.

quote by Simeon Poisson
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We in science are spoiled by the success of mathematics. Mathematics is the study of problems so simple that they have good solutions.

quote by Whitfield Diffie
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There Is An Art To Teaching

there is an art to teaching
some teachers are even good artists
these gift teach with understanding
science mathematics as arts

some teachers teach time in music arts
art itself is infinite awesome visions
spanning time space gift possibilities
art is the creation of divinity thumbs

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Super Hero (for Jake)

Hi, my name is Jake. You might have heard of me, I am a super hero.

You probably find it hard to believe, but it is true, just the same.

I save my sister Kylie, from disaster, at least three times a day.

I am six, and Kylie is almost one year old. That is why, she does not know,
What not to do. And she does not do, as she is told.

Yes, it is a hard job being a big brother, super hero. Kylie, needs a super hero around all the time.
So, she won’t stick her fingers, where they do not belong. I always show up in the nick of time.

I save her from disaster, time, after time, and teach her why, we say no.

Yes, I am a super hero, to Kylie, smart and wise it is true.

I wonder, when I am at school, who keeps her safe?
Is mom a super hero, too?

poem by Kimberly Lindsey
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Son Of A Preacher Man

(john hurley / ronnie wilkins)
Billy-ray was a preachers son
And when his daddy would visit hed come along
When they gathered round and started talkin
Thats when billy would take me walkin
A-through the back yard wed go walkin
Then hed look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was
Being good isnt always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin to me
Hed come and tell me everything is all right
Hed kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, lord knows he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin kisses from me on the sly
Takin time to make time
Tellin me that hes all mine
Learnin from each others knowing
Lookin to see how much weve grown
And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Vidhi

A Super Zero invisible
Recruiting ever a baby zero invisible
Characterestically mysterios, mischievous
Playing upon the whole creation..

And fruition-dilemma
To be good or evil? off-centered the humans
Incognizant of their third eye

Eye-opener the Super Zero invisible
Adjudging baby-zero on good and evil
Adjudging the third eye all invisible

Wish of the Super-Zero to reveal
When, where, how, why Super-Zero to unveil
Call it the law of the providence or destiny
Also it is Vidhi

And Krishna the Lord
Masquerade of Super-Zero
Hath preached..
'Unto me the greater laws, truths
In compliance unto me your deeds'
To confide and comply
And truly you go by
Vidhi it's then even

poem by Indira Renganathan
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The first book I ever wrote was in fourth grade and it was called 'Billy's Booger.' It was an autobiographical piece about a kid who was really bad at math.

quote by William Joyce
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I Would Like To Write A Billy Collins Poem

I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE A BILLY COLLINS’ POEM

I would like to write a Billy Collins poem-
Not for Billy Collins
But to show that I could be as imaginative in story
As humorous and humane as he is-

But I can’t write that poem.

I don’t have his gift for the everyday experience
And for surprising metaphor
For those qualities good poets ordinarily have-

I would like to write a Billy Collins poem
To show that I can be a good poet too.
But probably I am just a different kind of thing entirely.

Still reading Billy Collins poems has added a bit
To my sense of what Poetry is-

It is remarkable all the wonderful gifts others have
One can appreciate
Without having oneself.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Supersoulfighter

Super soul fighter's coming
Oh yeah

Soul brother space man
Flying through the sky
Fighting wars and battles
Defending you and I

He's spreading super love vibrations
For a better day
Electronic super soul vibrations
Coming all the way

Super soul
Super soul
Super soul fighter's coming
Yes he's coming

The lord of the wasteland
He don't want us to be free
But he can't stop our hero

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from 5
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Where's My Billy Goat Gone To?

'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had
When she was nine, and twenty:
Not of gold -- Oh, no! -- nor gem, nor pearl,
Tho' he who gave had plenty.
'Twas a gift she took so much to heart,
Her neighbors thought her silly;
'Twas a B-A-B-Y (Baby) Goat,
A snow-white Baby Billy!
Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?

Take my home! Take my farm!
Yes, me too (if you want to);
But tell me! tell me!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?
Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?

When she tried to teach him how to read,
Twas only "baa" he'd utter;
As she coaxed him then with cake and cream,
He'd slyly turn to butt her.
Yet he taught himself a thousand tricks,
And many a curious caper;
He would clamber to her chimney top,
And dine there on brown paper.

When the winter came she bought him shoes,
And flannel red she ordered
For a Sunday suit, with trousers cut
Four-legged and embroidered
On the steeple soon in tatters hung,
They set the parson snarling;
And he called that goat Be-el-ze-bub --
The one that she called Darling.
Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?

He was fond of roaming on the rocks,
With workmen in the quarry;
And if there he found their luncheon pails,
Not he but they were sorry.
For he raised aloft his iron brow,
Despite the foreman's clamor;
And the pails, he crushed them one by one,
As with a blacksmith's hammer.
Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?

Then for pails replaced and pails concealed
Each morning he went searching,
Till at last he found a shining prize,
Upon a boulder perching.
Had he read its label, "Dynamite!"
He might have known his blunder;
But he gave it one tremendous blow,
And then came peals of thunder!
Pretty little Billy, Billy -- Oh!
Where's my Billy Goat gone to?

poem by Henry Clay Work
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Supergirl

Written by Aldo Legui and Bob Marcus
You see this kind of chick in every town.
Whenever there's a scene she's always hanging around
She's so nave and innocent, she looks with all
She's only fourteen but she knows how to draw.
Now now now baby now
Super........supergirl, yeah
Super........supergirl
She never gets involved with blowing her cool
She's to busy getting high with her classmates in school
The teachers all ignore her, they would if they could
She ain't quite grown up yet but her credence's real good.
Super........supergirl, yeah
Super........supergirl, yeah, alright
You see this kind of chick in every town.
Whenever there's a scene she's always hanging around
She's so nave and innocent, she looks with all
She's only fourteen but she knows how to draw.
Now now now baby now, yeah
Super........supergirl, yeah
Super........supergirl
Super duper, super duper, hey, super duper, super duper
yeah yeah yeah supergirl

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Bible in Poetry: Titus 2

Teach according to sound doctrine;
Teach older men to be sound in
Faith, love and immense endurance,
And be worthy of much respect,
And self-control and temperance.

Teach older women to revere,
In ways they live and not slander,
Or drink much wine but teach what’s good;
They ought to train younger women,
To love their husbands and children;
To be self-controlled and be pure;
To love and obey their husbands;
To be busy at home and kind,
So that, no one maligns God’s word.

Teach young men to be self-controlled;
Be good an example to them;
Show integrity, seriousness,
Sound speech that cannot be condemned,
That puts to shame ones who oppose,
So that, they can’t talk ill of us.

Teach slaves to obey their masters,
And try to please them in all things,
And not to argue or cheek back,
Nor steal but remain trustworthy,
So that, they exemplify God’s
Teachings in ways attractively.

God’s grace of Salvation has come,
And teaches men to live upright,
And shun ungodliness, passions
While we await the blessed hope-
The glorious coming of Jesus,
Who gave His life to redeem us,
From wickedness and purify
A people that He loves as own.

These are the things that you should teach;
Do not let anyone despise;
Be authoritative always!

poem by John Celes
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The Delights of Mathematics

It seems a hundred years or more
Since I, with note-book, ink and pen,
In cap and gown, first trod the floor
Which I have often trod since then;
Yet well do I remember when
With fifty other fond fanatics,
I sought delights beyond my ken,
The deep delights of Mathematics.

I knew that two and two made four,
I felt that five times two were ten,
But, as for all profounder lore,
The robin redbreast or the wren,
The sparrow, whether cock or hen,
Knew quite as much about Quadratics,
Was less confused by x and n,
The deep delights of Mathematics.

The Asses' Bridge I passed not o'er,
I floundered in the noisome fen
Which lies behind it and before;
I wandered in the gloomy glen
Where Surds and Factors have their den.
But when I saw the pit of Statics,
I said Good-bye, Farewell, Amen!
The deep delights of Mathematics.

O Bejants! blessed, beardless men,
Who strive with Euclid in your attics,
For worlds I would not taste again
The deep delights of Mathematics.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Billy Get Your Guns

I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonite
Billy get your guns
You could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your guns
Chorus
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns
There's a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing
About some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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