The other part of outsourcing is this: it simply says where the work can be done outside better than it can be done inside, we should do it.
quote by Alphonso Jackson
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Fruit Marriage: Children 'Outsourcing
Abundant rain this afternoon
After the workers shouting in the street
'Deliver us from outsourcing! '
Our marriage failed because we were oppressed
Like the birds in the cages cattle
To cut and served at fast food restaurants
Owned gentlemen,
While the gentlemen just calculate profit and only profit
No matter our fate every year there swept horns 'outsourcing'
Oscillate from one factory to another factory
With the same labor agreement 'outsourcing'
Our roving from one factory to another factory
To save our children
In order to survive, but what she said
'Outsourcing' just like fresh-powered workers
Who would be paid less, older workers, useless, slow
Only useful for garbage collectors
And cleaning the table, in the afternoon
When a fast-food restaurant, crowded
Young children, who sang brisiknya
The latest stuff
While our children, it is never clear
Where was about to step
When home from school...... and when it exploded brawl
Has always been a focus accusations,
Hah, basic wild children, punks do not know the rules
From the fruit of marriage, children are 'outsourcing'.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Crisp And Little
it is its own sound
that you hear inside your mouth
no one hears it
except you alone
outsourcing the
beatings of your heart
something so crisp
so little
and then you swallow it all
it is yours and yours
alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After The Work Is Done
after the work is done
what will you do next?
take a rest you cannot
sit and sip your tea
you still cannot
you are simply not
comfortable not having
any work at all
your hands tremble
without anything to do
you panic on this state
of uselessness
you become confused
in emptiness with
nothing to do
so after the work is done
you look for more work
again, for they must not
forget you,
your name had always
been
Sisyphus, a convict
of the gods, eternally
damned to be always
on the go
and stopping is simply
not possible..............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply don't understand
for when I speak she captures my breath
and her heart flutters deeply inside her chest
like a small bird that trembles inside the nest
What is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply cannot work out
for when I kiss her my senses she grasps
and her body feels faint for the want of a gasp
like a butterfly wishing the summer would last
what is the love of a woman
What is the love of a woman
that I simply wont be without
for when I caress her she captures my mind
with a passion and fire of a volcanic kind
like a bee in a rapture of honey he finds
what is the love of a woman.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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I Need You
Like an eagle soaring through the sky
I can see beyond the borders of our lives
No more fighting, no more taking sides
Now Im standing here with both arms open wide
Talk to me and I wont be a stranger
Close your eyes, and we both feel the same
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
Stand beside me, we can work it out
I could use some help, and thats what loves about
Look through my eyes, past the setting sun
I could see a day when we can live as one
Take my hand; let nothing come between us
I will be here for you til the end
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
Hear me out; use your heart to listen
Different worlds cant keep us apart
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
I need you
Ill be here when you need me
Ill hold you as dear to me as life (as dear to me as life)
I need you
Youve given love a new meaning
Youre a part of me inside
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you,
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Thoughts And Thoughts
face the monitor
multitasking, whatever is always
whatever, and nowhere,
and somewhere,
surfing, and writing, whatever
word comes inside my brain,
linking, i like linking whatever
with nowhere, nothing definite,
like simply sitting on the shallow
part of the river and
rinsing my feet, nothing to clean
in particular, just looking at
the flow of the water,
like i am a part of everything
yet i belong to no one,
just it, this and that, and
nothing specific,
this is what i like doing now.
i am no one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Even On The Late Hour Of The Night
even when late,
try getting in, they will not notice, you are not famous,
try being a nobody
and they won't bother, so get inside the room and pretend
you are not a part of them in this
discussion,
behave like you are the waiter bringing them a glass
of water,
no excuses this time, do not talk, do not bother them,
and they too will not bother you,
try being nothing
just be the ordinary you, and they will not notice,
even on the late hour of this night
they still have eyes only for themselves
within their circle
and you are still an outcast, simply because from the very
first day of this meeting
you are just being yourself
and you remain being so,
you have not become like them,
mimicking each other
into conformity
for fear of rejection, so at this hour of the night when they seem
to enjoy each other's likeness
get inside,
just be yourself and take your own kind of drink
your self-identity
your name that they will never know
when tomorrow
you will soon part and they will be themselves again
alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Long Walk
I need a long walk, with someone who knows what to do
I need a long talk, I need a helping hand to pull me through
I need a tall drink, with somebody who cares, I need someone here for company
Its time to rethink and somehow find a way to put an end to this mystery
See I dont know, the pain wont go
And the hurt inside is getting so damn hard to hide
So now I pay the price, I wonder how much its gonna take
Ive gotta roll the dice, and try to take all this heartache
But I still dont know, the pain wont go
And the hurt inside is getting so damn hard to hide
I gotta work it out, cause my heart is still racing, racing away
Work it out, cause my heart is still breaking, hey
So now Ill take this long walk, I dont want anybody listenin
cause I really wanna pour it out, and all went out without ever giving in
But I still dont know, the pain wont go
Im still hurting inside and its so damn hard to hide
You gotta help me work it out, cause my heart is still racing, racing away
Work it out, cause my heart, my heart is breaking away
Ive gotta work this out, cause my heart is still racing away
Yeah, work it out, cause my heart, its so much a part of me
Work it out - gotta work it out
My heart is still racing - and Im wasting away
Work it out - Ive gotta work it out...
song performed by by Bad Company
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even on the late hour of the night
even when late,
try getting in, they will not notice, you are not famous,
try being a nobody
and they won't bother, so get inside the room and pretend
you are not a part of them in this
discussion,
behave like you are the waiter bringing them a glass
of water,
no excuses this time, do not talk, do not bother them,
and they too will not bother you,
try being nothing
just be the ordinary you, and they will not notice,
even on the late hour of this night
they still have eyes only for themselves
within their circle
and you are still an outcast, simply because from the very
first day of this meeting
you are just being yourself
and you remain being so,
you have not become like them,
mimicking each other
into conformity
for fear of rejection, so at this hour of the night when they seem
to enjoy each other's likeness
get inside,
just be yourself and take your own kind of drink
your self-identity
your name that they will never know
when tomorrow
you will soon part and they will be themselves again
alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burn
This world rejects me
This world threw me away
This world never gave me a chance
This worlds gonna have to pay
I dont believe in your institutions
I did what you wanted me to
Like cancer in the system
Ive got a little suprise for you
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Burn
I look down there where youre standing
Flock of sheep out on display
Saw your lives burned up around you
I can take it all away
Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there did you not realize
This thing inside of me it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Im gonna burn this whole world down
I never was a part of you burn
I am the agent I never was a part of you burn
I am corruption I never was a part of you burn
I am the angel I never was a part of you burn
Of your destruction I never was a part of you burn
I am subversion I never was a part of you burn
Secret desire I never was a part of you burn
I am your future I never was a part of you burn
Swallow down all that fire
Written and performed by:trent reznor
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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You And This War
You are part of this war. You
pay taxes. You are not part of this
war. No one in charge cares what
you think. You are part of this
war. You go to work each day
and remain quiet on the subject.
You pave the path of least
resistance. You are not part of this
war. You watch images of it and
read words about it from a great
distance. You are part of this war.
You are one 200 millionths of this
nation. You are not part of this
war. You do not fight in it or
fight to stop it. You are
part of this war.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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Love Your Work
just love your work
and tell you what
the work does
it all for you
just sit there
do not even think
or lift a finger
your work hands
everything to you
in finished forms
perfectly perfect
love your work
and everything is done
without noticing
the existence of time
love your work
the table comes to you
all set and all you have
to do is simply sit,
eat and relax and
wait
kewl.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Extraordinary Rendition - The truth shall set you free.
Imagine outsourcing interrogation to extraordinary places
Interrogation turns to torture even cold blooded murder:
Beyond the eyes of the civilized of those who may question even scrutinized
The logic of the truth gained to make you free:
Outsourced to Countries and or regions
Who seemingly have their own forms of political
Autonomous Freedoms:
Where laws are made by militia men or
Dictatorial Puppet Regimes:
Or to locations that simply approve of such schemes
Using interrogation or torture as a means to an end.
© Calac
poem by Chris Lane
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Flashlight in the Sky
Could you tell me
how beautiful is the sky this night
could you give me
simply a piece of his heart
This dark sky inside me
that grows,
has taken all the feelings
has finished it all
But wait here is a flashlight there, in my sky
i was hoping that i finally found the way
the place to go
the place were someone for me
is gonna take care
I was simply dreaming
about this lovely ending
cause i open my eyes
and i saw just that dark sky
inside me.
poem by Elida Cumani
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Do You Believe In Shame?
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in shame?
And if love can conquer all then why do we only feel the pain?
I heard you speak my name, heard you singing the stones,
Maybe heard you laughing in a line of static on my telephone
So why your eyelids are closed, inside a case of rust,
And did you have to change all your poets fire into frozen dust?
Ive tried to justify it, to learn from your mistake,
But wheres the stupid lie that has to make its point -
With such a pointless waste.
Come out...
Do you believe in shame?
Do you believe in love?
And if they taste the same would you love again or abandon both?
I dont think I ever can, belive my friend has gone,
Keep saying its alright,
Im going to bring you back but I know Im wrong.
Theres nothing I can say, theres nothing left to do
Its just that lately I feel so damn lonely when I think of you
And it may seem selfish now, but Ill hold on to the memory
Until all this fear is washed away
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in life?
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never... die.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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If you deprive yourself of outsourcing and your competitors do not, you're putting yourself out of business.
quote by Lee Kuan Yew
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Death Of Samantha
Two, one, two, three, four.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm with people, i thank god,
I can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.
And something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Death Of Samantha
Two, one, two, three, four.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm on the phone, i thank god,
My voice sounds smooth and clear without a trace of tear.
When i'm at work, i thank god,
I still have that smile ma used to say lit her day.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
When i'm with people, i thank god,
I can talk hip when i'm crying inside.
When i'm with friends, i thank god,
I can light a cigarette when i'm choking inside.
People say i'm cool,
Ya', i'm a cool, chick baby.
Ev'ry day i thank god
That i'm such a cool, chick baby.
A friend lent me shades
So i could hide my eyes that day.
Was a snowy day,
The shades have seen a lot of things i didn't want to know myself.
Was like an accident, part of growing up,
People tell me.
But something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
The world suddenly looks a strange place,
People seem talking in foreign words.
And something inside me, something inside me died that day.
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
What do you do-oo? what can you do?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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