Life In The Suburbs And Middle Class Living
Endless the suburbs stretch out from the towns
Upwardly mobile and not looking down
Attitudes born of self-interest
Thinking the rest of the country's a mess
All in its place and nothing untidy
Crockery matching and fresh fish on friday
Sending the kids to well priviledged schools
Asking for quiet when watching the news
Having two children a dog and a cat
Dreaming of buying a holiday flat
Driving two cars, one for him one for her
Stopping the children from using rude words
Always so busy with so much to do
Worrying 'bout that strange smell in the loo
Drinking good wine but not to excess
Uncomfortable with the mere mention of sex
Nervous about the high interest rates
Angry with tradesmen who always come late
Delighted that smoking's now banned in the pubs
Worrying 'bout the new pests on the shrubs
Buying organic 'cos you should do these days
Preparing fresh pasta in manifold ways
An Italian machine that makes cafe latte
Planning the meal for the next dinner party
Buying your clothes from label designers
Angry about the new chips on the china
Mowing the lawn with a satisfied grin
Wondering when the new neighbours move in
This life it is perfect or so they say
But nothing much happens - I hate it that way.
poem by David Keig
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The Fruit That Ate Itself
Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain
my hand my hand gonna shake the same
are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend
well we taught the fruit how to eat itself
it was hanging out alone all on the shelf
how do I land
cause I don't understand
walk across the country shaking many hands
and you're buying the product,
but you didn't get that cos you already got it
and you do not understand
take a drive...
black hole talking bout nothing
you cant get the chicken or the stuffing
going round and you think your tuff
when you cant kick ass
take a ride on a downtown train
wake-up so you can get drunk again well
take a drive in the wrong hand lane
got bad breath talking bout fresh rain
we taught the mirror how to admire itself
are you gonna get sick worrying bout your health
where do I land
I don't understand
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Fruit That Ate Itself
Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain
My hand my hand gonna shake the same
Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend
Well we taught the fruit how to eat itself
It was hanging out alone all on the shelf
How do I land
Cause I dont understand
Walk across the country shaking many hands
And youre buying the product,
But you didnt get that cos you already got it
And you do not understand
Take a drive...
Black hole talking bout nothing
You cant get the chicken or the stuffing
Going round and you think your tuff
When you cant kick ass
Take a ride on a downtown train
Wake-up so you can get drunk again well
Take a drive in the wrong hand lane
Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain
We taught the mirror how to admire itself
Are you gonna get sick worrying bout your health
Where do I land
I dont understand
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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First Kiss
Im asleep but shes talking to me
Shes walking round wearing all of my clothes
As she runs out of things to say
And grabs my coat to walk away
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
Other people were too sentimental
Always worrying about their hair
Got tired of wasting all my time
Now Im not worrying at all
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
You could tell me we belong together
And I could tell you belong with me
But weve run out of things to say
And well be happy anyway
So....
How bout another first kiss she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
How bout another first kiss she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Another First Kiss
Im asleep but shes talking to me
Shes walking round wearing all of my clothes
As she runs out of things to say
And grabs my coat to walk away
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
Other people were too sentimental
Always worrying about their hair
Got tired of wasting all my time
Now Im not worrying at all
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
You could tell me we belong together
And I could tell you, you belong with me
But weve run out of things to say
And well be happy anyway, so
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
How bout another first kiss, she said
How bout another first kiss, I said
I want another first kiss like this
How bout another first kiss
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Weekend Fatherhood
Out of all of life's raw deals
Weekend fatherhood is the rawest
48 hours to undo 5 days of propaganda
'I do love you, no matter what your mother says'
Try to do the impossible, squeeze 7 days of love, caring and fatherhood into 2 measly days
Days that fly by faster than the speed of light
No sooner do you pick them up, it's time to take them home
Weekend fathers, you see them everywhere
They're easy to spot by the attention they pay to their children
Their smiles and laughter, tears they so bravely try to hide
After bringing their children back to their mothers
The malls are full of this special breed of man
Buying their children anything and everything
Especially if they say 'Mom won't let us have this' 'Keep it at my house, and don't tell your mom'
From Monday 9AM to Friday 5PM
You're just a man, one of millions, nothing special
But 6PM Friday you become a father again, picking up your children and taking them for the weekend
And if you're one of the lucky ones
Their Mother, your ex-wife
Won't take your children and move away
Halfway across the country
And your weekends along with them
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Silly
Unwanted pregnancies
Women into adultery
& men in concubinage
dropping out of school
into drugs
driving children away from homes
resigning from a job
when times are hard and job is scarce
not compromising with politics
having principles
keeping integrity
taking care of old people
devotion to the catholic church
reckless driving killing a pedestrian
trusting a friend
divulging secrets
not attending a class reunion
snubbing a mother-in-law
ignoring a reader
loving myself
thinking about the past
preoccupied about what happens next
taking hypertensive drugs for maintenance
loving a wife
caring for the dogs
writing poems
listening to a lonely friend pouring out
breathing fresh air in the boulevard
questioning the meaning of my life
asking, where do I go from here?
Hearing tv mass
Cutting off relationships
Getting into new ones
Giving away old clothes to the poor
Buying new clothes
Not keeping your body in shape
Saving so much money
Not buying a new car for this year
Keeping distance from relatives
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These are some of the silly things that humans do
Sometimes
& lastly, calling other people
sil
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for writing this
crap
and reading this
crap
till dawn when nobody
is
a
ski
ng.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maybe, Just Maybe
Maybe, just maybe
I'm thinking about you
Just out of the blue
Maybe, just maybe
I'm talking about you
Even when you're out of view
Maybe, just maybe
I'm worrying about you
It's like a case of deja vu
Maybe, just maybe
I'm dreaming about you
What a dream-wahoo!
Maybe, just maybe
You're thinking of me
Over your cup of coffee
Maybe, just maybe
You're talking about me
Even if it is a fish story
Maybe, just maybe
You're worrying about me
Don't fret, it's all hunky-dory
Maybe, just maybe
You're dreaming about me
A man of mystery
Maybe, just maybe
Love scares you
Yeah, me too
poem by Charles Hancock
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The Rhythm (feat. Ice-T, Donald D & Diva)
The rythm is both the songs manicle and it's demonic charge charge
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
I'm Everlast born to be a caucassion but it makes no difference what persuasion you are
As long as you know how to get up on the floor and start workin' a sweat
To a musical measure that makes you move as soon as the needle drops into the groove
So get up and dance to the gift I'm giving, forget about your troubles get into the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Talking 'bout the rhythm (all we need is rhythm)
Yo, yo, you know what the world needs...we need peace, rhythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
The rythm
You linger for the rap singer, when Donald D brings the party to the deal my presence is felt world wide
You don't dance to this it's suicide
Put your hands into the air on, the M.C. cop, the girlies are pipen' hot
Natorious Lama is how I'm livin' don't step to me step to the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
You make me feel so good
Like I said before the world needs a lot more rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Talking 'bout the rhythm
Listen to the tracks that rolls, watch the mic as it glows
The lethal weapon got you trapped in this dance mode
Ice-T's throwin' words at you like dodge ball y'all
You gotta move get hit, if you get hit, you fall, no jokin', no boastin' and no bragging
Grip the mic like a .44 magnum, dust you off if you suck 'cause I ain't
You want me to write soft rhyme's, sorry, I write the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
(Talking 'bout) the rhythm
We need rhythm for the world to have peace and unity, we must first have rhythm
song performed by by Everlast
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Neva Get Enuf (feat. Lil Wayne)
ft. Lil' Wayne
3L and Wayne, what up
Listen, I'm way better than that chump
Sorry 'cause I let her get her stuff
'Cause she shiftin' with a brother who could never get
enough of her
I'd go tough for her, could never do enough for her
Mad love for her, mad thoughts of her
Days and days again
And I'm like Rocky, where's my Adrianne
Now holler back
Sweethearts bounce if you feel me
Little women love, little me never get enough
Why every time I meet a guy who wants to try
To get my mathematics I deny
He wants to take me home, he's out of his mind
Will I ever meet someone for me
He's gotta be the one
That I'm daydreaming to spend my time with
He's gotta be the one
With no chicks attached and that's my man
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, yes, I call and he
calls me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
I, I'm so glad I came across this kind of guy
He didn't ask me for my number, I thought why
Then when I got the chance and now he's gentle inside
Now he's the one that's got me open wide
He's gotta be the one
That I'm daydreaming to spend my time with
He's gotta be the one
With no chicks attached and that's my man
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, yes, I call and he calls
me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
Mom, I stop to holler, not to bother
If you busy I'll wait out for hours
I'mma stick my wait out all the way out for hours
What you know 'bout bein' hot for hours and not from
showers, shh...
Not yet though, how 'bout some flowers
How 'bout we hop the wild one, knock out some lobster
I could make your problems easy , stop jabbin' and
slabbin'
Weezy never get enough
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, yes, I call and he calls
me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
To all my girls that dream know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The ones that makes us cling to the thoughts of love
He's so fresh, he's so clean, when I call him he calls
me too
That's why he's bad, my place, his pad, I could never
get enough
song performed by by 3LW
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Your Ways
What i want you to do is not what you are doing,
What i want you to write is not what you are writing,
What i want you to sing is not what you are singing,
What i want you to eat is not what you are eating,
What i want you to sell is not what you are selling,
What i want you read is not what you are reading,
What i want you to plant is not what you are planting,
What i want you to buy is not what you are buying,
What i want you kick is not what you are kicking,
What i want you to drink is not what you are drinking,
What i want you to kiss is not what you are kissing,
What i want you to build is not what you are building,
What i want you to cook is not what you are cooking,
What i want you to dress is not what you are dressing,
What i want you to bake is not what you are baking,
What i want you to dig is not what you are digging,
What i want you to fish is not what you are fishing,
What i want you to drive is not what you are driving,
And this love is becoming more complex than ever!
For your ways are not my ways.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Factrory Food
Factory Made Food.
A perfect microwave dinner for one
sunrays drink from the wine bottle
The dinner is tasteless,
and the rest of the wine is warm
as a cat licks its paw and has no worry
about the morrow.
Who invented tuna fish with mashed potatoes?
It must be someone without a mother,
or if he had one, she must have been
a busy executive and time poor.
At the orphanage they eat left over of dinners
they never had, forever made into a stew
children do not care; yester-days loaf.
He sits in his mansion, count his money and
think of other variety of frozen food he can
invented preferable something that looks
looks like vomit.
He is a vegetarian and hate mankind for
liking meat…he hates greedy little children too
even his own, serves them burger made of
fat full of sugar and salt.
Knows he will follow them to the grave and
be the longest living man on earth.
Who the hell drank my wine?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Talking About Us
(j. spinks)
Late last night I was sitting all alone
You were there on the end of my phone
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
In my mind I just wanted you there
Run my fingers through your hair
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
Late last night you know I needed you there
I was sitting kinda back in my chair
You were talking to me I was thinking bout us
All I wanted was to see you undress
I could picture you more or less
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking ? bout us oh, la, la, la, la
Oh oh la, la, la, la
Last night it was getting kinda late
I got the message and you knew I couldn? t wait
I was thinking ? bout you you were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
That? s you and me babe
I was thinking bout you you were talking bout us
I was thinking bout you you were talking bout us
song performed by by Outfield
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Talking 'bout Us
LATE LAST NIGHT I WAS SITTING ALL ALONE
YOU WERE THERE ON THE END OF MY PHONE
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
IN MY MIND I JUST WANTED YOU THERE
RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I CLOSED MY EYES COS I WAS OUT OF CONTROL
FROM FINGERS TO THE TIP OF MY TOES
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
LATE LAST NIGHT YOU KNOW I NEEDED YOU THERE
I WAS SITTING KINDA BACK IN MY CHAIR
YOU WERE TALKING TO ME I WAS THINKING 'BOUT US
ALL I WANTED WAS TO SEE YOU UNDRESS
I COULD PICTURE YOU MORE OR LESS
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I CLOSED MY EYES COS I WAS OUT OF CONTROL
FROM FINGERS TO THE TIP OF MY TOES
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING ?BOUT US OH, LA, LA, LA, LA
OH OH LA, LA, LA, LA
LAST NIGHT IT WAS GETTING KINDA LATE
I GOT THE MESSAGE AND YOU KNEW I COULDN?T WAIT
I WAS THINKING ?BOUT YOU YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I CLOSED MY EYES COS I WAS OUT OF CONTROL
FROM FINGERS TO THE TIP OF MY TOES
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU
YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
THAT?S YOU AND ME BABE
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
I WAS THINKING 'BOUT YOU YOU WERE TALKING 'BOUT US
song performed by by Outfield
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In spite of all this noise, customers are still definitely buying in North America, and they're really, really buying internationally.
quote by Jim Balsillie
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Thinking Man's Blues
i was thinking about Jesus
i was thinking about robbing a bank
thinking about the band a playin'
while the Titanic sank
thinking 'bout salvation
thinking about getting free
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
i was thinking about generations
i was thinking about saving grace
i was thinking about truth and lies
thinking about flesh and lace
thinking about redemption
and rivers running to the sea
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
i was thinking about the Dharma
'bout Martin Luther King
thinking about Merle Haggard
thinking about James Dean
thinking about the costs of war
about moral depravity
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Specialty
Dont chop off his head
To make yourself look tall
Dont tear a strip off
To make yourself feel wonderful
Who wants to compare
As if this was a competition
Leave that to teachers at school
Must preserve their tradition
bout time you realized
You are a specialty
There is no one like you
Spend your life worrying
bout what you could have been
Cant you like being you
Dont need a scalp
Dont need to be a juror
Take care of yourself
No need to feel so insecure
Waste of energy
To prove a holier than him
Waste of energy
To find out who commits what sin
bout time you realized
You are a specialty
There is no one like you
Spend your life worrying
bout what could have been
Cant you like being you
Dont chop off his head ...
bout time you realized ...
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Like It Or Not
feat. Sleepy Brown)
All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uhh, Sleepy Brown
Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
We gon' keep doin it baby
Whether you like it or not.. uhh
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown (Bubba)]
Ain't a damn thang pretty
From dirt roads to the city, uhh
(You might catch me drunk in the pub)
(Or either crunk in the club)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang, uhh
(Call us country or Southerners mayn)
(We gon' keep doin our thang)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
[Sleepy Brown]
Rollin up So Fresh, So Clean
Wood grain, big screen TV's
Uhh, I got the bump-bump in my trunk now
Uhh, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to funk
Now all the ladies seem to like my style
Guess I'll be here for a while, mmm
To see who wants to come and be with me
I'll take you back to the flat so I can show you where it's at, c'mon
Ohh, wee - look at me
Movin 'cross the floor so easily
Oh, my, can't deny
This funk starts high in the sky
I'm 'bout to get my groove on
Uhh, I'm 'bout to bust a move on 'em
Uhh, there's no-thing you can do for 'em
Uhh, cause I'm checkin the spot if you really like it or not
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
I know you hate it, I'ma say it to you anyway
I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
It's today but I'm still on it like it's yesterday
Throw me the ball, this the game that I was bred to play
And pass the cooler with this stewardess named Desire
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see w
song performed by by Bubba Sparxxx
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In The Country
Oh my reasons
And my ways
Keep on changing
From day to day
As I grow
It becomes so clear
Why Im here
Its all here
For you and me
The beauty of life
Someday youll see
Then youll join in
And sing along
And youll understand why I sing this song
Let me tell you now
I do love you
I do love you
I do love you
Well Im talkin bout life
And livin
And the beautiful earth
And givin
Talkin bout the natural things weve had since birth
Thats lovin
Well Im talkin bout a walk in the country
Mother natures sweet charm
The smell of her perfume
As we walk arm in arm
Let me tell you now
I do love you
I do love you
I do love you
Well its a beautiful day
And Im on my way
Oooh, thank you lord, for the country
Well my thoughts
Are like ripples in a stream
I see myself so free
My eyes and spirit say hello
My soul goes dancing by, oh hello
The clean fresh air
Goes jumping through my head
The sun is smilin down
If you have ever lived out here
Then you know why I say
I do love you
I do love you
I do love you
So come on lets move
Out to the country
Yeah, lets go live out there
Come on people
Come on people
Yeah, lets be free
We got to be free
In the country
You and me
Come on people
Come on people
Better have a good time
Well have a good time
We got to be free
song performed by by Chicago
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Stairway To Heaven
Writers Robert Plant, Jimmy Page
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter
And it makes me wonder
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh.
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Quality and Qualifications of Teachers
What is it about sex that makes it so attractive?
And why are those least attractive,
Interested in sex the most?
Its accessible to all.
And whoring has found legitimacy.
Women throwing panties at men...
Who throw theirs back,
Seems to fill advertisements on public TV.
Between pain killers and youth treatments.
And diets to enhance sexual performances.
With instructions for those illiterate.
Even those blind and deaf,
Have their own personalized attachments...
Custom made to order.
And those near death itself,
Can now be treated to a quickie before departure!
There is such an obsession with sex...
The sexual lives of insects are now being investigated.
And...
Being banned in some ant colonies!
And I can imagine they are thoroughly pissed about that!
Children are carrying weapons to safeguard fresh orgasms.
It sounds sick like something lifted from a culture on decline!
And in my time...
The teachers were using rulers,
To keep us distanced as we danced on the dance floor.
Long before the parents were buying weed...
Getting high and defending the right to smoke pot,
With their kids.
And these same folks are the ones shouting the loudest,
About the quality and qualifications of teachers.
'Don't do as I do!
You do as I say.'
~Okay dad...
I will use the bong!
And leave you the rolling paper next time.
And I will stay out of your stash too, promise! ~
Children today...
Think nothing about the act,
Of getting high with their parents.
Or going to school to have sex with their teachers.
Or having secret affairs of all kinds with their preachers.
And totally disrespecting life!
And there are those creating laws...
To defend all of this ignorance!
Or should that be...decadence?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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