I can't stand being around anal people, especially anal people with big egos.
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Half of analysis is anal.
quote by Marty Indik
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It's fine to have anal sex as long as you're not in high school.
quote by Mia Kirshner
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Somewhere in your career, your work changes. It becomes less anal, less careful and more spontaneous, more to do with the information that your soul carries.
quote by Ben Kingsley
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You'd have to have one hell of an imagination to completely make up a story, but historians are very anal about what they think should be portrayed on screen. Thankfully they don't make movies; we do.
quote by Dougray Scott
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I can spend hours in a grocery store. I get so excited when I see food, I go crazy. I spend hours arranging my baskets so that everything fits in and nothing gets squashed. I'm really anal about it, actually.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Many people around the President have sizeable egos before entering government, some with good reason. Their new positions will do little to moderate their egos.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Freudian Stages of Psychosexual Development of Personality
Freud found oral, anal, phallic
and genital stages of a child frolic
for his personality to grow
and if these driving forces act slow
we'll see ill-grown minds, vitriolic.
The 'Nets' show the clips of these stages to the youth.
What a Gallic charm they get seeing the truth!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bone Us
It is clearer each year...
Expectations to receive,
Leaves many misunderstanding
Just who is the giver!
Some are waiting and anticipating.
While others are fearing in distrust,
With thoughts they keep to themselves...
'Fewer will get gifts this year of cheer!
While some already know,
'They' want to bone us in the rear! '
Making the delivery understood...
Joy to the World may be arriving a bit later,
To the masses anticipating...
Much more than familiar anal encounters!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some People Can Do What They Like
(robert palmer)
Im restless when I see the likes of you
Ill take it any way you want me to
If youre hungry I know youre gonna move your ground
I get breathless when I see the likes of you around
Some people, some people can do what they like
I said that some people, some people can do what they like
Know that some people, yeah some people can do what they like
When Im with you
Dont want to be with no-one else
Lets get up on it
Till we just cant stand ourselves
Theres times when love is just like poetry
Hey dont you think thatss how it ought to be
Some people, some people can do what they like
Some people, some people can do what they like yeah yeah
Some people, some people can do what they like
Hey lover will you be polite with me
Be covered if you spend some time with me
Im restless when I see the likes of you
Ill take you anyway you want me to
Some people, some people can do what they like
Some people, some people can do what they like
Some people, some people can do what they like
Some people, some people can do what they like
Some people, can do what they like
Some people, can do what they like
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Are persons people?
and he says
you don’t write poetry to please people, you know
that’s with a comma after people
you write poems to please you
with shock lines like I still treasure
our first condom oh my love
to show that you’re cool and hip
but she says why write poems at all
if they don’t please people
men have such egos I suppose
it’s because they can’t have babies
but who are people anyway, how
many persons make a people or
how few persons and are they
a random mix or is there like
a recipe, some of this lot some of that
he says people who know about these things
like poetry but how do you know
which are the people who know
I’m not sure I know he knows for a start
and she says well ordinary people
so what then do you slide up
to a bus queue when there’s no
bus in sight and say look you’re
ordinary people I’ve been looking for you
yeah watch them give you a nasty look
and skedaddle pretending they remembered
they were due some place else
I’m beginning to wonder if people really exist
I mean as such but I’ll have to stop there
my PC says it’s run out of virtual memory
that’s another thing I don’t understand
maybe people are just a virtual memory too
I’m beginning to wonder if anyone knows
what *people* should think about poetry
maybe they should just write it throw it away
see who picks it up and not never nohow talk about
other *people’s* poetry
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Why are people always
Why are people always cheating?
Why are people always fighting?
Why are people always dieing?
Why are people always crying?
Why are people always hating?
Why are people always debating?
Why are people always trading?
Why are people always trying to fit in?
Why are people always cursing?
Why are people always bursting?
Why are people always tripping?
Why are people always not trying to be fair?
Why are people always trying to be dumb?
Why are people always playing too much?
Why are people always misbehaving?
Why are people always do drugs?
Why are people always not trying to have a future?
Why do people always try to ruin their life?
Why?
poem by Shaquan Mack
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In The Age Of Celebrity Worship
In the age of celebrity worship our own small gods we do create
And mortals like ourselves in the flesh we worship and celebrate
People who are good at golf and tennis and various other games of ball
We give them their big egos though pride can come before a fall
We look up to wealthy people and those of privileged birth and give to politicians power
And in the presence of the dictator they've created a Nation's people cower
We give big egos to strangers people we may never meet
At the table that they dine at we will never have a seat
Yet the unsung heroes of our town we choose for to ignore
He is just an ordinary fellow the bloke who lives next door
But he helps his wheelchair bound neighbour without asking for reward or pay
And for someone in need in the neighbourhood he does a good deed every day
But we see him as an ordinary bloke and his praises are unsung
Many of our heroes are quite dashing and competitive and young.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Egos Like Hairdos
I saw on the poster
my name was printed
just a little bit smaller
I can tell you need to stand
just a little bit taller
no one ever talks about it
but no one can disguise
the cloud of competition
that's hanging behind their eyes
there's more bad blood
in this bar than there is beer
and it's subtle but it still sucks
and I want out of here
we got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door
they told me you wanted to play last
every profession has its system of castes
so they reverse the order we go on
and then you stand at the bar
and you talk through my songs
we've got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door
everybody loves the underdog
but no one wants to be him
the press will fatten you up
and then they'll dig their teeth in
it's cool to discover someone
it's hard to support them
everyone is playing life
like it's some stupid sport
we got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door
I got my kitchen stocked
I got my door unlocked
there're no demons here
and I don't really care
whose name is printed in bigger type
you know I live in a world full of hope
not a world full of hype
I ain't no saint
I help myself to what I need
but I help other people too
y'know I sleep soundly
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Puddle Dive
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The People's World
people are good;
people are bad;
people are happy;
people are sad;
people are near;
people are far;
people are true;
people are blue;
people are white;
people are right;
people are silent;
people are violent;
people can throw;
people can grow;
people can share;
people can care;
people can unite;
people can divide;
people can fool;
people can rule;
people can trust;
people are worst;
don't think i became mad.... what ever i wrote is very common things known about people but what i want to show is that i cannot describe everything about the people as it is impossible in the same way it is impossible to understand and make every person happy around us that's it.got it!
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Intent of Your Analogies
How can you accuse me of being racist,
When I am the one profiled...
In my own backyard.
Microscoped and studied!
How can you do this?
And insist on using comparisons.
With statistics to prove and show...
My abilities and progress,
You publicly announce is below yours!
And decidedly quite slow.
How can you say I live substandardly?
When you are there to ensure,
My advancements made are limited...
As you wish them by your actions to be.
And the affects of your oppression,
Only reflects your insecurities.
Tinged with your obsession
Anyone who has lived to witness this,
Knows how preposterous your allegations.
And the intent of your analogies.
Glorified with a suppression you possess.
And it is no coincidence,
'Anal' is the root that summarizes your excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Asome Poem About PEOPLE
Some people
Care about you, some people
Don’t care,
Make fun of you and walk away,
Some people,
Run past, some people
Hand you presents,
Give you a pat on the back,
Some people
You love, some people
You don’t know
Some people, some people,
You do,
Some people
You notice, some people
Eat cauliflower, some people
Are teenagers,
Some people walk to restaurants,
Sit down at the counter,
Eat there food, through it at
People,
Some people never notice you,
Some people always look, some people
Want to take you away, some people
Will never exist
Some people are other people; some people are you, some people
Die ever second,
Some people are you
poem by Annie Nosich
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Blue For You
I was born by the river
So I know where the river runs dry
I couldnt last forever
Accused just for living
But I know that the living was right
I couldnt last forever
Look at me making movies
Making living like Ive never lived before
And the people wanting out of the river
Like a poor boy really should
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What you do for me Ill do for you, yeah
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What is blue for me, is blue for you
Theres a man who I know
You know hes got a fist full of dirty dollars
And I know they wont last forever
Does he really know what people are saying
Always feeling sure what he is there saying
But the others disappear he was alone
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What you do for me Ill do for you
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What is blue for me, is blue for you
I go back to the river
Cause I know where the river runs dry
I couldnt last forever
Take the night making movies
Like a villain never ever seen the night of day
Dont you know that I cant last forever
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What you do for me Ill do for you
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What is blue for me, is blue for you
Now I can sit and stand it
Like other people do
What is blue for me, is kind of blue for you, yeah
Hello Im going down
You know I dont want to wear no pretty crown
Help people Im going down
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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