The pimp
A pimp tempted them
To give them job in Dhaka
Then he confined them
In a closed room of his home
And used them as sex-workers
poem by Asif Andalib
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My Name Is Jonas
My name is jonas!
Im carrying the wheel.
Thanks for all youve shown us.
But this is how we feel.
Come sit next to me, pour yourself some tea.
Just like grandma made, when we couldnt find sleep.
Things were better then.
Once but never again.
Weve all left the den, let me tell you bout it.
The choo-choo train left right on time.
A ticket cost only your mind.
The driver said hey man, we go all the way.
Of course we were willing to pay!
My name is wepeel !
Got a box full of your toys.
Theyre fresh out of batteries.
But youre still making noise! making noise!
Tell me what to do,
Now the tank is dry, now this wheel is flat, and you know what else!
Guess what I received in the mail today,
Words of deep concern, for my little brother.
The buildings not going as he planned...
The foreman has injured his hand,
The dozer will not clear a path,
The driver swears he learned his math !
The workers are going home.
Workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
Yeah!
The workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
The workers are going home.
Yeah yeah yeah!
My name is jonas.
song performed by by Weezer
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One Of Them!
student protesters
close down Wall Street....
peaceful waves lapping
at the shore....
but the storm is coming;
students give way to workers,
workers without food,
without housing or medical care,
workers without hope....
angry workers,
and they damn sure
ought to be...
i know, i'm one of them!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pimp Homeo (Insert)
{woman} Pimp Homeo, Pimp Homeo...
{Cube} Hey, Julie-ho!
{Woman}I am but $300 short, thy Pimp. First know my ass is tired, thy
Pimp Homeo.
Be this hour, I have done weeping. Thy have poppeth my
cootchie 'til I can't poppeth
No more!
{Cube} Oh, tis! Thy have a reason to smack a cramp in that ass.
{Woman}Have patience, Pimp Homeo, have patience! Homeo, I have a very
vuluptuous vagina,
and titties teetering on timelessness. And a ass the size
of Alaska.
{Cube} Well, bitch, thy get my money.
song performed by by Ice Cube
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Midnight's Voice
Midnight's voice,
You are always welcome home;
Callistus, Titus, Linus, mucus, linctus, abacus, modus, bus, genius! !
And to love you more and more;
However, i do hope you well all the time.
Midnight's voice!
Dhaka, Dakar;
At the door! !
And, in front of it;
But, you are always welcvome home.
From North to North-East!
From South to South-West!
Midnight's voice,
This muse of love is in the genes! !
And, i am always ready to hear your voice in this room.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pimpin' Ain't Easy
[ice-t]
Godfather's in the house..
Grab yo' bitches
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 4x)
Take a look at me, everything i own's iced out
Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out
This is how i do it, mad bitches and clothes
Godfather baby, only play to my rogues
Step back, hater make a little room for my hoes
Gators on my feet, take a look at my toes
Money is the reason all the real players know that
Godfather lays punks to rest
He got no chance up against the best
I rocks in the east and i rolls in the west
If you don't dig the pimpin i could really care less
Cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
G-o-d, f-a-t-h-e-r
Hoes start runnin when they see my car
Even though i'ma pro wrestling star
They know i, don't play and i gotta get paid
Everything i wear baby's tailor made
I come into your town and go off like a grenade
And anyone who steps on the mat they get laid
Let me pimp or let me die that's the game i chose
Condos, speedboats, and beautiful hoes
Cartier wristwear, furs and gold
And mad cash baby too much to fold
Cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Grab yo bitches!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Big pimpin jumpin off!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Godfather's in the house, bitch!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
Break yourself bitch!
..
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't - pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Grab yo bitches!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Big pimpin jumpin off!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 5x)
Grab yo bitches!
song performed by by Ice T
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[03] House Lizards
Two house lizards— hugging
Under florescent lamp
Making love— love stops at lust
Lust is the last station— get down
East-west-north-south beckoning
Let's move— but where is home
Homeless soul— run and run
Floating imagination poetic cool
Summer follows— to blaze
Like house lizards— confined
Within love-lust boundary
Fortune burns life effectively
Poem 08
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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The Bells Of Freedom
do the bells of freedom ring
every time someone dies of starvation?
every time a child is abused,
every time a woman's left alone
to raise the kids...
every time a young boy hangs himself,
every time an addict steals his fix...
every time a boy is shot dead in the street,
every time a mother weeps....
every time a boy goes off to war,
comes home in a bodybag....
and no one knows why.....
every time a family is evicted,
with nowhere to go....
every time a factory gets shut down,
and the workers walk away with empty
lunchboxes and shattered dreams.....
every time a minister gets up to pray,
and the silent, grieving, walk out...
every time a young girl gets beaten
by a pimp in a back room....
every time a family farm is taken,
every time a tanker leaks oil...
every time a prisoner is executed
for something he didnt do....
every time a protestor gets arrested
for standing up to be counted...
do they ring? and are they
the chimes of freedom....
or the bells of passing....
saying their final farewell!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Going Home (Lyrics)
I'm going home
There I am in my bedroom
I'm safe and snug and snoring
and so glad to be there
I'm going home
None of this ever happened
But God, I really did it
Still nothing has changed
I'm going home
I'm going home
To my own room to all the mess
To all the dirty laundry
It looks so good I don't care
I'm just so glad to be back home
Sweet home
I wonder if anyone missed me
Or have I been gone so long
They thought that I died
How many said I wonder what happened to Alice
How many shrugged or laughed
How many cried
But I don't give a damn
'Cuz I'm going home
I'm going home
To my own room to all the mess
To all the dirty laundry
It looks so good I don't care
I'm just so glad to be back home
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Sleep Teases A Man
Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.
Markov was tormented for quite some time, not knowing what to do: should he sleep or should he liven himself up? Finally, exhausted and thoroughly sick of himself and his room, Markov put on his coat and hat, took his walking cane and went out on to the street. The fresh breeze calmed Makarov down, he became rather more at one with himself and felt like going back home to his room.
Upon going into his room, he experienced an agreeable bodily fatigue and felt like sleeping. But, as soon as he lay down on the divan and closed his eyes, his sleepiness instantly evaporated.
In a fury, Markov jumped up from his divan and, hatless and coatless, raced off in the direction of Tavrichesky Park.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Going Home
I'm going home
There I am in my bedroom
I'm safe and snug and snoring
And so glad to be there
I'm going home
None of this ever happened
But God, I really did it
Still nothing has changed
I'm going home
I'm going home
To my own room to all the mess
To all the dirty laundry
It looks so good I don't care
I'm just so glad to be back home
Sweet home
I wonder if anyone missed me
Or have I been gone so long
They thought that I died
How many said I wonder what happened to Alice
How many shrugged or laughed
How many cried
But I don't give a damn
'Cuz I'm going home
I'm going home
To my own room to all the mess
To all the dirty laundry
It looks so good I don't care
I'm just so glad to be back home I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
I'm going home
Nothing can stop me now
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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As you know, Social Security functions under the premise that today's workers will help finance benefits for retirees and that these workers will then be supported by the next generation of workers paying into the same system.
quote by Steve Israel
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Why Did God Close That Door?
He closed the door
and touches you but
you do not understand
why.
You silently cry.
He hears it.
You still do not understand
why that door is closed.
Until you find smoke
in the sky
Until you hear about
the dead people
in the room
Now you know why He kept
on closing the door
And here is one that He
opens for you
He says Welcome
This is the home reserved for you
Beloved.
Inside it is a garden
Flowers bloom
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gifts
Give a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
On sea nor shore shall fail.
Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
Though the room be poor indeed.
Give a man a girl he can love,
As I, O my love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate,
At home, on land, on sea.
poem by James Thomson
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Better Off On Her Own
My girl came home to me just the other day, acting ok.
I was reading alone in my favourite room, the tv was on.
May I be excused for not telling the truth
cos shes gone, she said shes better off on her own.
She turned her head much better off on her own.
My girl knocked on the door to the place I usually refer to as home.
I died, shoelace untied she looked in my eyes, small and surprised.
And God closed every gaze the moon fell into the lake.
Boy, shes gone, a drift shes better off on her own.
She closed, then she left much better off on her own.
Sitting naked by the windowsill watching cars upon the hill.
Am I sleeping?
I was dreaming for just a moment time stood still.
Better off on her own, better off on her own.
Now shes gone, she said shes better of on her own.
She turned her head much better off on her own.
Shes gone, she sighed shes better of on her own.
The tears I cried much better off on her own.
My girl came home to me just the other day.
song performed by by Roxette
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Only Night
Workers
Are working
for factory...
Day with night...
works
Night making day
For with out sleep
Workers...
Day time also
Work...
workers life...
Not for day
Only at
Night for life...
Sun shine day's
24hour's come
And go...
Workers life...
wacke up at night....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Headroom
I need headroom,
Got to have headroom,
Some place to rest my head.
I'm gettin' taller,
Thinkin's gettin' smaller,
Time is winnin' out instead.
Well, I heard it on the news,
They're selling everything they can.
And the American flag
Is manufactured in Japan.
They're fightin' battles in the stars,
They're pourin' billions into Mars.
And layin' right there at my feet,
There're people sleepin' in the street.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
Well, I'm livin' on the farm,
Where chemistry has lost its charm.
And every dusty wind that blows,
Is burnin' big holes in my clothes.
They're burnin' big holes in the sky,
Makin' people wonder why
With all our land and sea and space,
Progress is wreckin' every place.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
Well, if you want an assen-ell,
The government will wish you well,
And if you steal a million bucks,
The government will wish you luck.
And they might even give you more,
If you're makin' things for war.
But if you're poor and stealin' cars,
You'll spend your life behind the bars.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
They're talkin' ethics on the hill,
They're talkin' union at the mill,
They're talkin' justice at the farm,
They're talkin' safety in the car.
They're talkin' murder in the states,
They're talkin' cash to get a fix.
They're talkin' virus in the bed,
I'm talkin' room to rest my head.
Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.
I need headroom,
Got to have headroom,
Some place to rest my head.
song performed by by Don McLean
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Behind Closed Doors
Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors
song performed by by New Order
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I'm for anything that lets people come here to work legally. There are more protections for workers who are here legally than for those who are not. It's also safer for the workers and employers have a more consistent pool of workers.
quote by Larry Craig
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America's workers face a battle for their jobs. They are the finest workers in the world. American workers grow, harvest, and mine some of the world's highest quality and most plentiful raw materials.
Thank the Light Workers
Thank the Light Workers that shine their light
Thank the Light Workers who set this realm right.
Earth was almost at a point of total collapse
now we made it through 2012
and 2013 almost here at last.
Light Workers saved the ocean from that oil spill
prayer was sent by many people because sea life ill.
Sea life heard the prayers and went to an island faraway
it was recorded as phenomenal to this very day.
Thank the Light Workers once again
and Thank yourself my dear friend
Thank also the all the Angels in heaven.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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