Basically, there are three ways the skunk and I are a lot alike. The first is, we both like to spread our 'stink' around. The second is we both get hit by cars a lot. The third is stripes.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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You Stink!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
All I've ever wanted from you,
Was your trust.
Although my honesty shows,
Perhaps I trust too much.
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
I get the message!
You have preferences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Black And White So Alike
In my journey in life, I met many people and many issues
and I used many tissues, cried many tears thru the years.
I found people of color are similar to white and alike
in so many ways, they have feelings like white people
and maybe even more, people say to me why you bother
with people of color, I say people are people, color
and white are so alike, have feelings so alike and they
can bond like anyone else, talk for hours and laughs
about little things and big things.
People of color and white are so alike I am greatful to have
met special people in my life, make me feel good when I am down,
make me laugh when I cry, tell me its okay to feel sad, and thats
not bad to feel down sometimes because thats how it is, People of color and white so alike in many ways, they share sorrow and pain, cry
and laugh together, have long or short lunch or just walk
around corner its still something to talk about.
People of color and white so alike in many ways and thats what I say
and I will miss my friend now that she moved on, but our friendship stayed on....
poem by Hedi Vlacich
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Two Alike
Two Alike
Two Entities
Pulsating alike—
Two hearts
Beating alike—
Two minds
Throbbing alike—
Two souls
Singing alike!
Has anyone seen
Such a like
In this world
Where nothing is alike?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Talks Of The Souls
the spirits talk
last night about their regrets over
the bodies, neglected by you
look at you
your stomach is bloated your
arms are thin like
stirring rods
your mustache like some uncut
vines in the forest
you stink like a skunk
your lips crack
and your feet are muddy
soon the souls come to the
inevitable conclusion that
they do not deserve such a body
as yours and
you shall know what happens
next
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Show Me Thy Ways, O Lord
(words & music hazel shade)
Show me thy ways, o lord
Show me thy ways, o lord
Help me love when Im hated
Spread joy unabated
Show me thy ways, o lord
Jesus was more than just a man from galilee
Christ the son of god, he died for you and me
They scorched him and walked him upon in delight (? )
Still jesus loved them, forgave and he cried
Show me thy ways, o lord
Show me thy ways, o lord
Help me love when Im hated
Spread joy unabated
Show me thy ways, o lord
Show me thy ways, o lord
Help me love when Im hated
Spread joy unabated
Show me thy ways, o lord
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Who does she think she is....
I asked the Zebra:
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me:
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra
About stripes
Again
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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He and Reagan were not at all alike, because Reagan is an optimist and Dick Nixon wasn't. Yet in some ways they were alike. Neither really liked to talk on the telephone, for instance. And, in a lot of respects, both of them were very much loners.
quote by Lyn Nofziger
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Cars
Cars
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
Its the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for ( nights )
- this is the only wrong word you put days
In cars
Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please?
If I open my door
In cars
Here in my car
I know Ive started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Your Quick Shift In Mood Smells
Yeah. Yeah,
I'd like to be there where you are.
Yeah. yeah,
But there is something about your demeanor.
I would like to see you as a shining star.
But your complaints keep you falling too quick.
When you open your mouth...
There is an expectation,
That comes with it!
Yeah. Yeah,
I'd like to be there to cheer you on.
Yeah. Yeah,
But from sunset till dawn that magic has gone.
Yeah. Yeah,
Your presentation needs a tweaking.
You have the image...
But your attitude reeks!
And this you believe keeps you unique.
All you need is a streak in your hair,
To skunk.
You don't have to stink to chase me away!
Your quick shift in mood smells.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So He Never Did!
Jim said he'd take her for a stroll.
Then they'd have tea and toad-in-the-hole,
But they wouldn't let him out on parole,
So he never did!
Jo said they'd both go to the park,
Have a kiss and have a lark,
But he lost her there, out in the dark,
So he never did!
James said he'd hire a limousine,
And take her up to Aberdeen,
But he ended up somewhere, in between,
So he never did!
John said he'd buy her a lovely mink,
Gosh, she thought, I'm in the pink,
But it was a skunk. Wow what a stink!
So he never did!
Jack said he'd buy her a diamond ring,
If to him, her heart she'd bring,
But with her heart he was only playing,
So he never did!
So she found a lovely chap called Ken,
Who carried her off to his opulent den,
I didn't ever discover what transpired then,
But he certainly did!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Scars And Stripes
The stars and stripes
Reflect my freedom
In this land
I live each day
But the scars and stripes
Have bought my freedom
Christ's death
The only way
As people live and die
For freedom
In the USA
And lands so far away
But for me
Eternal freedom
Is a price
Only One could pay
To the stars and stripes
I pledge allegianceI
n the land
That I reside
But I owe my all
to the scars and stripes
For one day
In heaven I'll reside
07/06/08
Me
at the moment when i put my head
on my left hand
my left cheek on my left palm
feeling the warmth
of myself to myself
i may say without shame that
here i am again
thinking of you
my mustache is untrimmed
i have not shaved for day
my hair needs a cut badly
i smell i stink like a skunk
my coat has dust and dirt
my underwear has not been
changed
my undershirt has dried sweat
i feel so low these days
i have this discomfort of my soul
this pierce of the pins of my conscience
the furies are attacking me
day and night
with the possible weight of disgrace
and ripping grips of my regrets
perhaps because to you i have always
lied.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car.
Cars are an earthly object, yet we all see people that go overboard with their cars.
poem by Sean Bitikofer
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I Cry For You
I cry for you...
In places where I am served
Scotch and soda.
With either a lime to twist,
Or a lemon to chase.
Taking my time not to waste,
A single drop!
'I'll take another, bartender!
Pour it on.
Don't stop! '
Dewdrops sparkle,
When the skirt of morning lifts with light!
I cry for you...
Each morning,
Without shaving...
Unshowered and dazed,
From too much to think!
Drunk as a 'skunk' drinking...
I must stink of loud accusations?
Not a word of excuse was spoken!
I look down at my shoes...
And I realize I am missing a sock.
No one looks shocked.
And concern does not visit,
Anyone's eyes!
Are you surprised?
I cry for you!
No matter what you've done to me!
Or torture claimed I put you through.
I cry for you...
And hope one of us has moved on
To welcome new horizons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My family was loving... they were very supportive and very affectionate, and basically I could do what I wanted, and basically it wasn't anything dangerous, thank God.
quote by Bob Balaban
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