Ugly!
I hate to talk
about ugly kin
But I had the butt-ugliest
lil’sister
We had to tie a pork chop
round her neck
Before my daddy
would even kiss her
Not only was my sister ugly
Even more so was my baby brother
When he was born, the doctor slapped his butt
Then turned around
And slapped my mother
poem by David Whalen
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When I was born I was so ugly the doctor slapped my mother.
quote by Rodney Dangerfield
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Little Sister
(m. shuman-d. pomus)
(b) - (e) - (gm) - (f) - (c9) - (f7) - (gm7)
(bþ) little sister wont you (eþ) please, please, (bþ) please
Little sister dont you (eþ) cheat on (bþ) me
Little sister dont you (eþ) kiss me once and twice
Say its very nice and then you (gm) run (f)
(eþ) little sister dont you (c9) do what your (f) big sister (bþ) done
Well, I (b) dated your big sister
And I (e) took her to a show (b)
I (e) went out for some candy
Along came jim dandy
And they (f) snuck right out the door
Little sister wont you please, please, please
Little sister dont you cheat on me
Little sister dont you kiss me once and twice
Say its very nice and then you run
Little sister dont you do what your big sister done
Evry time I see your sister
Seems shes got somebody new
Well, shes mean and evil
Like that little old boll weevil
Got to try my luck with you
Sister wont you please, please, please
Little sister dont you cheat on me
Little sister dont you kiss me once and twice
Say its very nice and then you run
Little sister dont you do what your big sister done
Well, now I used to pull your pigtails
And I pinched your turned-up nose
Baby you been a-growin
Yes, its been a-showin
From your head down to your toes
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Sisters And Brothers
I wish I had a sister, who would be there all the time
I wish I had a brother, who would be all mine
I wish I wasnt alone anymore just as I am
so mabey I need to take a stand
all I have is my mother.
My sister and brother are both gone
not one of them here when I get home
sometimes not even my mother
I have to have a sister or brother.
My sister and brother both are gone
but they wont be alone for long
for even though I never saw them from the start
they will always be here in my heart.
poem by jamika Eichelberger
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Butt Town
The cops are well-groomed, with
Muscled physiques in butt town
Their tan uniforms are tailored in chic
In butt town
Any young black male who walks down the street
Is gonna get stopped by a car full of meat
But the girl with the hair
Flies by in her underwear-
Shes done nothing so far to deserve that car
When you live in butt town
You gotta get down
But in butt town Im learnin
In butt town Im earnin
In butt town Im turnin
Into my worst nightmare
Im tellin you, its a motley crew in butt town
Monday youre new, and friday youre through
In butt town
The producer is wily, and owns what he sells
The talent is eager to go straight to hell
Th tits are amazing, and everyones gazing
At some body part-
Thats the nature of art in butt town
All over butt town dreams have a show down
All over butt town values are thrown down
But in butt town Im learnin
In butt town Im earnin
In butt town Im turnin
Into my worst nightmare
In butt town baby
Im gonna be a star
Im gonna shake my butt far
Now here we go
Im gonna shake my butt
Shake my butt shake my butt
In butt town
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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A Question of Love.
After climbing off
the school bus
she grabbed the sleeve
of your coat and said
I want to talk to you
and so you stayed behind
as your sister and hers
walked on ahead
and her brothers ran off
in a game of tag
she released your sleeve
and brushed the hair
out of her eyes
what is it? you asked
walking beside her
along the side of the road
the winter afternoon darkening
what was Roland
saying to you in class?
she asked
Roland?
yes Roland
in the last lesson of maths?
you looked over
at the tall trees
becoming tall giants
as the sky began to dim
he was talking about his sister
you said
then why was he looking at me?
perhaps he finds you attractive
you replied
she slapped your arm
with her hand
don't talk nonsense
he wouldn't find
Marilyn Monroe attractive
if she sat
on his bony knees
she said looking at you
with her big blue eyes
you rubbed
your injured arm
playfully
he was saying his sister
had found his collection
of dirty magazines under his bed
you said
a car whizzed by
and she turned
and shouted back at it
some words her mother
would have slapped her
for saying
she sighed and said
why can't you tell me the truth?
you stopped and stood facing her
her blue eyes gazing at you
searching yours
as if she'd left something there
on a previous occasion
he said he didn't know
what I saw in you
her eyes enlarged
and what did you say?
she asked
in the sky over her shoulder
the moon was beginning to shine
in competition
with the weak sun
I said you snogged
pretty good
you said
she slapped your arm
and walked on
no
you called out
I was only joking
she stopped
and turned
and glared at you
I said you were the best thing
to happen to me
since God created Sundays
you're lying
she said
all right
you said
seeing her eyes watering
I said I loved you
you said
looking at her
wondering if her hand
might slap you again
did you?
yes
and what did he say?
she asked
he just shrugged
his shoulders
and drew a picture
of Mr Parrot on the corner
of his maths book
she was silent
and looked by you
at the incoming traffic
then kissed your cheek
leaving a damp patch
like a small oasis
on a dry landscape
of your 14 year old skin
conjuring up images
her mother
would define as sin.
poem by Terry Collett
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Hush Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
poem by by unknown author
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When they get a 50-inch waist and a gorilla butt, it's ugly looking - and I think bodybuilding has become ugly looking.
Pork Chops are Fun
chop chop chop the pork squeals over dinner
with it's fatty bits and tasty bites
it marinates on a stick over hot coal
who will taste it first who will finish the bowl
Wow Pork Chops with red wine
then dinner will be divine
chop chop chop the pork is done
with ginger, wine and lots of fun
it's time to have with a salty bun
chop chop chop see it go in the oven my friends
it's dinner time lets eat it all
then lets sit together and have a ball
chop chop chop the pork tastes good
with the meat so tender it bloody weel should
sometimes on the pan sometimes as a roast
call your freinds for dinner it's a dish one can boast
chop chop chop the pork is done
sprikle a little wine to make things bright
then the meat put it on light
watch it burn and tremble with delight
chop chop chop my pork chops are done
poem by Anuj Tikku
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The tears that I cry are not yours
I am not your friend who tried
to kill you last night
I am not you friend who mustanize
and try to get intimacy
I am not your friend who killed you
your father, then came back home with a gun on my face
I am not your friend
who is your friend
then your friend
what is a friend
when you have a friend
then a friend who is my friend
when I have a friend
The tears that I cry are not yours
I have never had a friend
like my mother
I have never had a friend
like my father
I have never had a friend
like my brother
my sister, she hates me
as much as I hate her
The tears that I cry are not yours
who is she to take off
her clothes in the middle of
the street and say the door will
be closed in the next fifteen minutes round
The tears that I cry are not yours
‘she my mother, my mother who cries
every time she thinks of
me’
you are my sister
but you were my sister
when my sister was born
The tears that I cry are not yours
every time I see her
I am happy
for she knows what it means to…
‘she used to come home to me
and say poy I have something for you to eat
don’t tell anyone
The tears that I cry are not yours’
poem by Amos Motlanthe
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Life for Real
Mommy Crying
Daddy Yelling
Auntie Dying
Little Sister Dwelling
Big Sister Hiding
Little Sister Playing
Family Dividing
Little Sister Laying
Mommy Trying
Daddy Leaving
Mommy Lying
Little Sister Teething
Big Sister Singing
Mommy still crying
Little Sister clinging
Grandma Undying
Daddy is off guard
Big Sister stands tall
Mommy trys hard
Little Sister plays with a doll
Family no longer
Everyone a little Stronger
poem by Ellen Greene
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Hush Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
poem by Brie Carter
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Dont Hurt My Little Sister
There she goes she ran in her room
Shell probably stay in there the rest of the day
It sounds like it must have been something you said
You know shes awful used to getting her way
Why dont you kiss her
(why dont you kiss her)
And while you kiss her
(tell her you miss her)
Why dont you treat her
(why dont you treat her)
Treat her nice
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
You know she digs you and thinks youre a real groovy guy
But yet Im not sure that I feel the same
We both know that youve been making her cry
I hope you dont think its some kind of game
Why dont you love her
(why dont you love her)
Like her big brother
(like her big brother)
Why dont you tell her
(why dont you tell her)
Tell her youre sorry
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
(why dont you love her)
Dont hurt my little sister
(like her big brother)
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
Dont hurt my little sister
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Hush, Little Sister
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
poem by Charlotte Marie Peachey
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Cry
Our fire will rise
Ringmaster's eyes
Funhouse will rock
Those boys don't lie
Immortal fear
It's voice so clear
Through broken walls
Your screams I hear
Cry little sister
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Clown masquerade rich boys look up
When will they learn
This loneliness?
Temptation's heat
Milenko's word
Deep in your soul
You cannot lie
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Our shangrila
You can't forget
Always so close
Come to us now
Cry little sister
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Cry little sister
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Cry, little sister
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Nikos
She lived in a trailer out eastern road
Her loneliness was a disease
But my daddy couldnt see it though
Her name was linda her smile was forced
And folks round town say she dressed like a divorce
My daddy had a son by her
though she wasnt supposed to be able
I was eight years old when they told me round the table
I looked at my daddy, he looked to the ground
I guessed that wed be stickin round ahwile
Might as well smile cause theres no point in being mean
I guess thats just what you get when you forget to dream
Got called to the principals office
Did I do something wrong?
Doctor on the telephone said,
Congratulations, youve got a baby brother born.
Got sent to a psychiatrist in case I resented their child.
I was bitter in my anguish but my manner was mild.
My daddy got excommunicated from the mormon church.
Guess an illegitimate son in gods eye has no worth
He tried to stick around but he flew the coop in spring.
He loved that baby just not linda it seemed
But still I know wed be stickin round awhile
Might as well smile cause theres no point in bein mean.
I guess thats just what you get when you forget to dream.
So linda got remarried now my brother called that new man dad
But it didnt last long I hear his temper was bad
So she said that we could see him on every other saturday.
We all were shocked when he called my daddy uncle
She said it was better that way.
They tried to get back together but it was off and on
One day she disappeared, I hear to oregon.
I havent seen him since. I guess Im supposed to forget.
That he was my brother too and not just their legal mess
I thought that wed be stickin round awhile
Might as well smile cause theres no point in bein mean.
I guess thats just what you get when you forget to dream.
This song is for nikos wherever you may be
I know things were tough but youre okay by me
And your momma aint a bad person, my daddys aint no fool
Sometimes parents just need forgiving too.
Ps, I love you, your sister jewel.
Ps, I love you, your sister jewel.
song performed by by Jewel
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Little Sister
(words & music by doc pomus - mort shuman)
Well, I dated your big sister
And took her to a show
I went for some candy
Along came jim dandy
And they snuck right out of the door
Evry time I see your sister
Well shes got somebody new
Shes mean and shes evil
Like that old boll weevil
Guess Ill try my luck with you
Well, I used to pull your pigtails
And pinch your turned-up nose
But you been a growin
And baby, its been showin
From your head down to your toes
Little sister, dont you
Little sister, dont you
Little sister, dont you kiss me once or twice
Then say its very nice
And then you run
Little sister, dont you
Do what your big sister done
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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My Brother Sarah - Sway B-side
My brother sarah
Doesn't know what clothes to wear
It's a dilemma
To get the stuff to match your hair
But mother and father
Sister and brother
Say they just don't know
My brother sarah
Really wish you understood
Why he's got to show it
For it to be any damn good
But mother and father
Sister and brother
Say they just don't know
My brother lies awake at night
Wishing this world could just be right
But mother and father
Sister and brother
You and all the others
Say you just don't know
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Rednecks unite!
My father is my brother
My sister, with three ears,
Is his significant other.
My sister is my mother
And somehow, also my brother
My father's father am I
The vile thought makes me shudder.
Grandma was a mule,
Grandfather's sperm, she used as fuel
A french aristrocrat,
Made love to my mother, for he prefered his women fat
A letter written for my eyes
Containing news of demine
Said my true mother was some other
And my father, not her brother.
Jubilant and joyous,
My wife is what used to by my sister.. Or brother?
poem by Thy Mother
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To an angry sister
Sister, my sister
Why is it that you speak so loud?
Is it your way to be noticed?
Or your way to make yourself count?
Tell me sister, who will listen?
Who will see?
The words coming out of your mouth
are only those of hatred and bitterness
turning the beautiful sight of you into an ugly one
Why my sister
Is it that you don’t care?
Is it your arrogance
That you appearently seem to think is fine?
Is it your ignorance
Which is obvious when you say those stupid things
Or is it just you being self-centered
Thinking that’s what the worlds looking for?
No, my lovely sister
Is that really all there’s to know about you?
Is that all you have to give?
I know better
You know better and guess what
The world knows better
So lift yourself up sister
And finally be proud of the queen you truely are!
(Amsterdam,26 august 2007)
poem by Sranang Bromki
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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