Divisions
Millions for the Mafia! !
And of the chronicles of the wars around us;
But three men and a woman were found alone in the room last night,
And all the bacteria around produced more gas!
Willing,
Completely,
Command,
Divisions,
Abiding!
With a timber cutting machines to expose the forest,
But the young woman was very beautiful,
And the Mafia sold her for money!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bondage
Bondage,
Mistreated,
Afflicted;
But in a land flowing with milk and honey,
Fo he Mafia sold her for money.
Of sheep,
Of oxen,
Of donkeys;
And they took all their wealth! !
But the edge of the sword was like the flints of war!
Bill, till, ill, kill, will, pill, dill, gill, fill, hill, mill, quill, rill! !
Mistreated under a severe bondage;
And the Mafia sold her for money.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Russia's biggest problem is organized crime and its leaders are influenced by the Russian mafia. But it's not right to call it a Russian mafia, it's a Jewish mafia.
quote by David Duke
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Mafia
Mafia,
You came and you rob me of my love;
Mafia,
You cam and you stole my lover!
Wormwood,
Poison and bitterness;
And like gods of wood, stone, silver and gold! !
But i will surely live on to remember this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Well organized criminal group we call mafia, the best organized mafia we call the state.
aphorism by Andrzej Majewski from Aphorisms
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Room For The Life
Hey there, you lady in tears,
Do you think that they care if theyre real, woman?
They just take it as part of the deal.
Lost in your men and the games you play.
Trying to prove that youre better, woman.
But you neednt get heavy with them.
Like it or not, we were built tough,
Because were woman.
No, we never die for long,
While weve got that little life
To live for, where its hid inside.
No, we never die for long,
Oh! woman, two in one,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Inside of you can be two, woman,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Mama woman, aha!
Night after night in the quiet house,
Plaiting her hair by the fire, woman,
With no lover to free her desire,
How long do you think she can stick it out?
How long do you think before shell go out, woman?
Hey! get up on your feet and go get it, now.
Like it or not, we keep bouncing back,
Because were woman.
No, we never die for long,
While weve got that little life
To live for, where its hid inside.
Oh! woman, two in one,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Inside of you can be two, woman,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Mama woman, aha!
A-mama-woma-mama-woman-aha!
A-mama-woma-mama-woman-aha!
Oh, mama-woman, two-in-a-one, aha!
Oh, two in one, aha!
Oh, woman! woman! woman! woman!
Theres room for a life in your womb!
Theres room for a life in your womb!
Two in one, aha!
Two in one! two in one! two in one!
Room for a life in your womb.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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I am that woman
I am the woman you cannot stand
I am the woman you cannot part
I am the woman who will f*** your brains up
I am the woman who will make you love
I am the woman who will make you so mad you’ll forget your name
I am the woman who your mother will love
I am the woman who will make your mates laugh
I am the woman who will make you speak all night
I am the woman who will make you go ballistic
I am the woman who will annoy you all the time
I am the woman who you’ll find irresistibly cute
I am the woman who will make you forget what you do
I am the woman who you’ll spend all day in bed with
I am the woman who will make passionate love like a beast
I am the woman who will get you out of control
I am the woman who will make you lose your soul
I am the woman who you will accept defeat to
I am the woman who will make you sad when I leave the room
I am the woman who will drive you crazy when we meet
I am the woman who you’ll want to sit all night and stare me sleep
I am the woman who you’ll hate and love
And I am the woman who you’ll never f***ing forget!
…and you know it’s all true….
poem by Evita Velvet
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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If I Had A Woman Like You
Orbison/dees
Hey young and innocent girl
You dont even know that Im around
One loving your world and he doesnt know what he has found
Oh, I need you so
But you wear a gold wedding ring
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
True, you love your man
You love him true like no one can
Uh, what I would do to be in be in his shoes but I understand
Youre beautifully bound
Tied up to loves silver chain
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
Twilight finds me alone
Midnight and Im on my own
I have numbers to phone but I dont have a woman like you
I dont have a woman like you
Lie, Id tell a lie
If I said I did not love you
I know very well why all of my dreams cannot come true
Here, I need you here
But you wear a clear diamond stone
If I had a woman, if I had a woman
If I had a woman, a woman like you.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Street Walkers and The Underworld
Hookers and the mafia...
The Cosa Nostra wants your money
And not your life
Working girls will take your money
And your life
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's really embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Old Man, Old Woman
Old man, old man
Cussing on the street
To an old woman
About the money for the meat
Old man, old man
Knocked the woman down
She hit him back so hard
That he start to spin around
Old man, old man
Just wont let it end
He hit the woman back
And she spent him aroung again
Old man, old man
Never gone to stop-
She pulled a knife
Sliced him once
There the old man droped
Old man, old man
Nothing do he say
Three-hundred fifty bucks
For the plot where he lay
Old woman, old woman
Sent off to jail
She was to slow inside
That she caught a lot of hell
Old woman, old woman
Finally made parole
She bought a spoon, rented a room
Just above the store
Old woman, old woman
Had a midnight fright
A youngest from the neighborhood
Broke her with his knife.
poem by David E. Patton
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Tear Da Club Up 97
Intro: three six mafia (repeat 7x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
Im bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafiad rather die than
[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It aint said we the hardest,
And you cant rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it dont eelin me
(.....? ? .....)
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 8x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Aint takin it, aint takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we aint talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters cant get with the mafia click, them fools aint buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you cant fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, I dont like that violence stuff
But I believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, wont stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you cant hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before its all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my God it just went gone
[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Lets tear this house right down
Lets tear da club up thugs
Lets do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, dont want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you cant trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 2x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[koopsta knicca]
Hypnotize I dont think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can I blaze it kick it tell me can I kick it man
Since uh, (? ? ) days gone, get hypnotized
Lets start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat to fade)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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The Woman In The Red Dress
The woman in the red dress
How I admire thee
How could one walk with such grace
And such beauty?
The woman in the red dress
Your comforting eyes
The beautiful color
Resembles the sunrise
The woman in the red dress
So young and youthful
A lie never leaves your lips
You are always truthful
The woman in the red dress
Your name, unknown
Your voice speaks with
The most beautiful of tone
The woman in the red dress
Why must you go?
Why don’t you stay
And allow our love to grow?
(May 2010)
poem by Devon McElveen
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Scent of democracy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A homeless woman squatted on the pavement
Empty bottle of mineral water by her side.
It was a hot summer noon …the stench
Of poverty makes me ashamed as I ride,
The swanky metro. Brooding… get off at my station,
Impatiently, walk as the street urchins extend hands to beg,
For money, for food; wonder should I buy rations
With dismay, saw one was hopping, had only one leg.
Anger welled up against the mafia that maims these kids,
And trains them in art of begging, recognise the victims.
The so called slum dogs, with resignation and grit
Grow into petty thieves or whores, at the mercy of pimps.
The dance of Democracy reaches a crescendo.
Candidates come with promises and folded hands.
Smouldering eyes, one asked with bravado,
How come in the name of growth we see a helipad?
Young nation, been six decades, since independent,
Learnt, after Kosi floods, kids sold for pennies by parents.
Common man’s plight worse than that of pigs and insects.
Live on hope and prayers, a great leader will finally resurrect…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Every Woman II... For William O Everson
every woman
I make no judgement
large small fat thin
old, young
though not too young
(I am an old man)
I accept as a beautiful landscape
a work of art to reach
to touch
to be gazed upon
every woman
a rosary I wish to pray
a set of beads I wish to tell
with aching fingers...
a sacred set of mysteries
every woman
a beautiful field I wish to roll in
a field of flowers
of mown hay
a harvest to be taken in for winter
every woman
a warm summer pond to lie into
to be held caressed
every gully every turn
a new sense of wonder
still
every woman a rosary
sacred silent deep
an offering from God
to God a whisper
of a promise
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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Beautiful Black Woman
Beautiful black woman,
What do you see?
I see an African Queen,
You deserve all the riches, Paradise, and the finer things.
Beautiful black woman,
What do you see?
I see a lady who has the sweetest smile and can handle the wild.
Beautiful black woman,
What do you see?
I see a woman who has the highest intelligence of all.
Beautiful black woman,
How about me?
poem by Tori A. Haynes
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Had To Be Playin On The Jukebox
It had to be flashin like the daily double
It had to be playin on tv
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The cia and mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old ladies language
It had to be said in american headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got
Double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in cia working with dope pushers
From cuba working with a big time
Syndicate from tampa, florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into new york harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the times and the mind
It had to be barked on tv
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in las vegas
It had to be fbi chief j. edgar hoover and frank costello syndicate
Mouthpiece meeting in central park, new york weekends,
Reported time magazine
It had to be the mafia and the cia together starting war on cuba,
Bay of pigs and poison assassination headlines
It had to be dope cops in the mafia
Who sold all their heroin in america
It had to be the fbi and organized crime working together
In cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
World-wide laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi together
They were bigger than nixon
And they were bigger that war
It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in rockefellers mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, all of this, the agency mafia
It had to be organized crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas bed soft from fathers resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies
They wanted attica
They wanted kent state
They wanted war in indochina
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists bed
The cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans
Bombing cambodia settled the score when soviet pilots
Manned egyptian fighter planes
Chiles red democracy
Bumped off with white house pots and pans
A warning to mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The nkpd and cia keep each others secrets
The ogbu and dia never hit their own
The kgb and the fbi are one mind
Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in indonesia 500000
They had to murder in indochina 2000000
They had to murder in czechoslovakia
They had to murder in chile
They had to murder in russia
And they had to murder in america
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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