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After we have calmly stood by and allowed monopolies to grow fat, we should not be asked to make them bloated.

quote by John Griffin Carlisle
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I Don’t Understand Mom And Dad

I don’t understand Mom and Dad
how come Dad can do things
and I’m not allowed

like Dad can drink beer
but I’m not allowed
I asked mom “How come Dad can drink
and I’m not allowed? ”
And Mom said:
“Cos it doesn’t make a difference in his case”

But I don't get it, Mom!

and the other day
I asked Mom if I could join
Dad in the deep end of the pool
and Mom said “No”
and I said “How come Dad can do it? ”
and Mom says
“Cos Dad’s got insurance”

But I don't get it, Mom!

poem by Raj Arumugam
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I talked about the barriers created by monopolies. I said that it was the role of government to break up these monopolies and that we couldn't do it alone.

quote by Joichi Ito
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Hopscotching Through Monopolies

Hopscotching through monopolies,
To watch those twittering their tweets...
And texting responses to instant chats,
Without making eye contact.
To do this with unequivocal focus...
Is almost impossible to distract those,
Attached to communicating today like that.

And even in crowds there are those so detached,
As to not to care or notice...
The shredding going on around them,
By those employed by monopolies enjoying...
Erasing the facts,
Once kept intact for researching purposes.
Well...
We all can forget that!

Hopscotching through monopolies,
To watch those twittering their tweets...
To avoid eye contact that leaves them to do,
Exactly as they please...
Is,
Well...
Offensive and disheartening to someone like me.
Since I remember those times when I said 'hello'...
At least I got a 'nod' in return.

Will I witness people hobnobbing?
No.
Nosebobbing over shoulders,
To dip with a peeking?
No.
And even though some might be tempted,
With immense curiosity...
There seems to be a sigh of relief.
No one bothers to them to speak.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grow

Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.

Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.

Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.

Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.

Grow.

It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.

You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!

You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!

You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.

You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.

You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.

You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.

You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Customer Complaint

‘There is something wrong with this mushroom! '
I heard a lady, on a nearby table, suddenly boom.
The lady was clearly upset by the whole ‘ordeal',
And, asked the young waitress for a duplicate meal.

Soon, from the kitchen, her new meal appeared,
But, by its appearance, she was far from cheered.
‘I guess, an idiot, is what you take me for?
It's the very same mushroom, I had before! '

That it was a different mushroom, she was assured,
But she was not convinced, so this now meant war.
By this time, the lady was getting really quite irate:
‘That is the same mushroom, on a different plate! '

‘I tell you, this here mushroom is quite inferior!
I demand that I be allowed to see your Superior!
Your explanation, with me, girl, will just not wash.
You're no use: I want you to bring me your boss.'

The Manager appeared, and listened to her complaint:
Luckily, for him, he possessed the patience of a Saint!
He stood there calmly, while she ranted and raved:
A trouble-free shift was what he desperately craved.

She seemed to have time to eat her meal before,
But, suddenly, she didn't have that time anymore!
‘I want a refund! ' she said. ‘And make it snappy! '
She now seemed in a rush, and very far from happy.

Of the show, the lady was most definitely the star,
But I think that she carried things just a little too far!
Tempers flared, nerves frayed, and feelings ran high:
And this was all over one tiny little specimen of fungi!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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I don't think we can go back to the old days. But I think that what the government needs to do is it needs to make sure that the pricing is fair, that you don't have monopolies out there, so that people don't have a chance to compete fairly.

quote by Dan Glickman
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A Coffee Break

I drink milky coffee
cos' I don't like it black.
It ain't because I'm weird
or stuff or anything like that.
I just like milky coffee
but when I asked for it
no one understood me
although I gasped for it.

I went into this burger bar
and asked the guy to make one.
He looked at me quite vacant
and asked me to explain one.
I said you tip some coffee out
and put a dropp more milk in,
but he just stood there gapin'
and said he couldn't do it!

I really hate hot coffee
and I ain't gonna lie
I'd rather eat asbestos
than let my poor tongue fry.
So now I'm drinkin' fruit juice,
to make like I'm discernin'.
They serve it at posh restaurants.
It stops my stomach churnin'.

poem by Ruth Walters
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I Should Be Allowed To Think

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Make Me Cry

i'll never find words to sing this song
a song i wouldn't sing if you had stayed
i wonder how i could survive this long
to cope without you since you strayed
how did i ever allow you grow this power
to be the only one to make me cry
i always hold you here in my head
the look of you that held me thunderstruck
i'll never forget the tears i shed
for the pain you caused that filled a truck
i wish i never allowed you grow this power
to be the only one to make me cry

poem by Ray Anyasi
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Am I Allowed

Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?

Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?

Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?

Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?

Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?

Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change

The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.

I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?

with no response to my question there was a pause...

but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...

for a change.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Sunflowers After Sex.

After the sex she stood
In front of the Van Gogh
Painting and gazed. Never
Saw that last night, she said.
It was dark, Max replied.
She touched the painting
With her fingers. Why have
A painting of flowers when
You can go out and buy some?
She asked. They last longer this
Way, he replied. So did you
Paint this? She asked in a state
Of semi undress, her eyes sleepy,
Her hair in a mess. No, Van Gogh
Did, he replied. Is he a friend of
Yours? She asked rubbing her breasts.
He sighed and shook his head. No,
Van Gogh painted that many years
Ago, now he’s dead. It’s a bit yellow,
She said, looking at the painting
Closer, what are those yellow flowers
Supposed to be? Sunflowers, he said,
They’re big flowers; people grow them
For real. She raised her eyebrows and
Pulled a face. What about that drink?
She asked. Sure, Max replied pouring
Her gin in a tall glass. She took, sipped
And winked an eye. What about more
Sex? She sighed. Sure, Max, looking at
Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, boringly replied.

poem by Terry Collett
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How come there's only one Monopolies Commission?

quote by Nigel Rees
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A Sequel To Mamta's Asking About Sky Scrapers

after the progress
when sky scrapers
stand tall reaching
the moon and the
stars and elbow to
elbow with the sun

the birds may have
asked: where shall we
put our nests?

and the trees may
have asked: where
shall we ever grow
again?

and the brooks may
have asked: where
shall we ever flow?

and yes, mamta, the
children as asking:
do we still have
playgrounds to play?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A limited option

Think same and stand together
Leave it aside and nothing to bother
Together we stand and together we fall
It is simple to achieve object at very first call

It may strengthen the unity
There may remain consistency and continuity
If there is disunity and lack of understanding
We may add to set back for course of abandoning

It gives sense of belonging
The relations grow with bonding
The person can’t run away or remain absconding
The fruits of success may amount to undoing

We should hold hands firmly
We must also share secrets calmly
Laugh and smile not to create rift
Love and peace should find no shift

It is compulsion so we must be united
We have options but very limited
Strong foundation must be allowed
Bitterness if any must be swallowed

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Finger Licking Good

Bloated.
From head to toe.
Blinged for masquerades.
Adorning hollow vessels.
Behind disguising expensive Sun 'shades'.

Bloated from a self involvement,
That searches to be understood.
No sacrifices by them endured.
Everything is required to be...
Finger licking good.

Bloated and loaded with overindulgence.
And this bubble nears popping.
To dropp a whine from time to time.
As if folks have noticed,
A floating has stopped.
And...
Realities have been encountered.

But this was never prioritized...
By those not into bling cliques to cop,
False fluff to pump up stuff to gloat!
Another circus seems to be coming to an end.
Until another is marketed...
To those with no depth to show!
But prepared they will be to perform,
For those who are masters of design.
Needing their backs to trademark and brand!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One for Ramana

The thunder asked
what is lightning?

The root asked
why is a flower?

The pupil asked
who is the teacher?

The space asked
where is everyone?

The circle asked
when is the end?

The stillness asked
whence word?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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4th Time Around

When she said,
Dont waste your words, theyre just lies,
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, what else you got left?
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, dont forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get.
I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, dont get cute.
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where evryone walked.
And after finding id
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .
Her jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, no, dear.
I said, your words arent clear,
Youd better spit out your gum.
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought Id go look through her drawer.
And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didnt waste time.
And i, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now dont ask for mine.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Felt Shy

I
Prayed
Almighty
Very sincerely

But asked nothing in return
For very good reason
As humble person
Only mercy

It was known already
He is always ready
To bless all
For call

I bowed
But did not show
Or allowed wishes to grow
Whispered self for divine flow

I thanked him for human birth
Over with the decent death
Till the last breath
Under his oath

He is always there to guide
With secrets to confide
Not to divide
But provide

I now closed the eyes
With no more try
Felt so shy
Why?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We must not tolerate oppressive government or industrial oligarchy in the form of monopolies and cartels.

quote by Henry A. Wallace
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