Rental Cars!
Rental cars!
To change the system;
Dental, rental, pal, petal, metal, beal, fatal! !
For this land is the land of tenants.
Raw, saw, caw, craw, maw, paw, aw, yaw;
And like the rental laws around you!
But, the landlords do need the tenants.
Rental cars!
Braw, draw, law, haw, jaw, flaw, taw;
But, with better roads to move along.
Rental cars!
Real, meal, wheal, lethal, coral, floral, oral;
But, we do need each other in business.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Taxation Beyond Death
A taxation beyond the grave
A bill without receipt
A rental disagreement
For the socially deceased
A thought of public space
The potential revenue made
To fill the coffers of government
Money from the grave
The subtle moves they placed
Not just a place of mourning
But prime advertising space
Then the service fees incurred
Maintenance and service
Cost too much to the public
It became in our own interest
Or that they would have us know
That the resting land taxation
Was as just and rightful
And so perfectly legal
The coffers filled by coffins
A taxation on the socially deceased
No longer a grave yard
But national rental space
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Right To Own A House?
Affordable home is our dream,
but the price gone, up stream.
Buying a property in New York,
London, Frankfurt and Paris
is an up hill task, but,
buying a property in Chennai and Mumbai,
is an up mountain task,
to the less privileged.
What are we going to do,
to equalize this disparity?
Are these cities belonged,
to the rich and middle class?
Are these cities mortgaged,
to the Bank of Cunning,
that need to suck,
the human fluid,
in the form of rental?
A third of salary goes for rental
in the first world and more than
half the salary in the third world.
Every capital and other cities,
of the world has had the sudden boom,
in the property values and doom,
the dream of the lower income,
group, and force us to stay,
in the privately owned property,
the rest of our life and,
pay the rental as long as,
we are alive. What option do we have,
to make even this mismatch?
Reason for writing this poem.
In the developing countries, less than twenty percent of the population own the properties, While the other eighty percent either renting or illegally squatting on people's properties..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Hotel Arizona
Hotel in Arizona made us all wanna feel like stars
Rental cars and tinted windows, leave another number for me
Even if I make it through
That's just something that I have to get used to
That's just something I have to get used to
I feel some connection between you and me
Well I guess there's some direction maybe you can't see
Even at the interview, that's not something thatI'm gonna get used to
That's not something I'm gonna get used to
Hello, can you hear?
Hello, that's all there is, that's all there is
I guess all this history is just a mystery to me
One more worried whisper right in my ear
song performed by by Wilco
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I'd rather drive the yellow brick road, you wouldn't happen to know of a rental car place around.
quote by Ryan Stiles
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Nobody leaves a hotel without getting a full measure of three months of rental assistance. So no one has been evicted - no one who's eligible has been evicted from a hotel without getting a significant amount of money to find - to pay for their rent.
quote by Michael Chertoff
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Sega Genesis prelude to Saturn
ABC
then turbo controller
XYZ
Start select D- pad
Short for direction pad
Final fight 3
Golden Axe 2
Sonic spin ball
16-bit
streets of rage 2
3 dollar game genie rental no book
Sega genesis prelude to saturn
poem by Jerome Moore
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Gone To The Movies
Now the rain comes down the windows and it
Drops onto the forehead of the waiting boy
He surveys his rental kingdom and he
Wonders if he's really lost his one joy
Another fool would go down to the
Only place she ever went to lose herself
She's gone to the movies now and she
Don't need your help
Now the rain turns into snowfall as the
City sky reflects the silver street below
And it covers up the cars and the Wall-
Flowers cd ended half an hour ago
Another fool would dig the broken car out from the snow
And drive to find the show
She's gone to the movies now and she's
Not coming home
She's gone to the movies now and she's
Not coming home
Now he looks around his place and anyways
There's nowhere she could sit besides the bed
And he wonders if the car will start tomorrow
Or he'll have to take the bus instead
Any other fool would be out on the roadway
Trying to spot her rusted Pontiac
She's gone to the movies now and she's
Not coming back
She's gone to the movies now and she's
Not coming back
song performed by by Semisonic from Feeling Strangely Fine
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Saltimbanque
She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
disco ball dew bed sequined
spinning water for wearing
rays of rental borrowed beaming
rays of rental liberate lending
She, Promethean Princess
my souvenir showgirl
Slinky shining offering
lioness princess limber lining
She maneuvers mirror ball bouncing
balance-beam tumble tossing
juggling three-sixties
acrobat arching
form fluidic fantastic finessing
She rays rental beaming borrowed
liberate lending for this morrow
She, Promethean Princess
my souvenir showgirl
She fantastic for compliment she
So mementos pose she
Side show stealing ripe revealing
captive crowds poise perfectly
She toys malleable mutable magnificent
trinkets, tightrope she toys trading
toys she toys between these rings
pleasing crowd crescsending sings
pleasing her fair so
immaculate spectaculate pleasing
She trades platinum for trinket tinsel
Saltimbanque dazzler diadem gem crowning
Crowned contortionist curvaceous
limber luminous limelight luschious
Gracious sublimest slinky surreptitious
Nimble, the natural how she carries
And I am hers for fumbling tumbling
I am hers for tumbling trophy
I am hers for such trophy tumbling
stumbling illusionist orator jester
carnival smoke blowing big top barker
My smoke and mirrors mimic inadequate
her spot sharp shine splendour spectaculate
My mirrors clumsy jitter silver
bouncing balance beam beauty
She fantastic gymnastic she
feast of feats splinter splitting spinning
radiance to rainbows refracting
Mon fleur de leis fantasy
She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
copyright Randy Resh 2008
Futureale Magazine 2010
poem by Randy Resh
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Cars
Cars
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
Its the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for ( nights )
- this is the only wrong word you put days
In cars
Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please?
If I open my door
In cars
Here in my car
I know Ive started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Own story
Your own story
My poetry.
Tell the name of your team
You lead to get world cup
Men women their name address
Be published in local newspaper
Proclamation be issued
Location of rental house
be made soon
Those asleep must not disturb
Face to face what you get
Cannot explain publicly
What you get distribute
Among all here
If any one hear or utter
Anything called him pitcher.
My poetry
My own story.
Not easy to focus
On this field if
It is not bogus.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Litau
Landlords and tenants,
Conceding with the muse of the selfish practices around;
But try to get rid of these bad practices in the society around you.
Ambiguous,
Necessarily,
Preventing;
And like the landlords and the tenants in your town!
For, i am Litau with the words of peace;
However, the continent of Africa needs help.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car.
Cars are an earthly object, yet we all see people that go overboard with their cars.
poem by Sean Bitikofer
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Nothing is more important than your health
To relieve my Arthritis joint pain
I started a rental boating in a river.
And the beautiful fish
around the boat,
They talk, sing & dance
As they're certain that I no carry baits?
They forced me to stay in the river
And confirmed that they could cure my nagging pain!
At last they said; 'Nothing is more important than your health.'
*[Still I remember the Yellow-tail Snapper's meaningful song;
'There are two types of pains,
One is physical and the other is mental?
Swimming is the best for the first
and meditation is ideal for the rest.']
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Somewhere U. S. A.
Out on the road like a low-down joe
And the bar where we are is so cool Id like to stay
Misunderstood like I knew I would be
The one I care for dont mind, shes built that way
I would gladly offer you my love
In this hotel in somewhere u.s.a.
This rental car never went so far
But with each passing mile on more dream has turned to clay
Now that weve met and your eyes are all wet
Let me fetch my guitar, theres a song Id like to play
I would gladly offer you my song
In this hotel in somewhere u.s.a.
One never knows where the good times
If you got some to spend,well do anything you say
Id never lie, well you know Ive tried
Though you think its the drink that has made me behave this way
I would gladly offer you my love
In this hotel in somewhere u.s.a.
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The Cold Drive And A Warm Night-Chapter Two
He watched her take the drink
still warm and she cupped it
with two hands, warming them up.
The hands were thin.
She was not a farm girl
and she averted her eyes when
she looked at him.
The face was small with delicate
features
yet they were strong in their own way.
He wondered how what kind of lover she would be..
He wondered too how she could have
made a wrong turn and gotten here.
There were signs that clearly stated
'no public road'. 'dead end road.'
She noticed his stare and pulled at
her comforter, pulled it up more
around her shoulders.
She looked at him as she did so
noticing if he was noticing, if he was looking.
He noticed her noticing.
But he did not stop looking and she
to his surprize, didn't avert her eyes.
She looked right back, examing his face.
He looked down a bit to see what the comforter
was concealing, what shape her breasts were.
She noticed this too, and blushed.
He grunted, his grunt, satisfied that he had
a good look at her and got up.
He still didn't know what she was doing there
and he would feel uneasy until he find out.
He stood, walked by her and took his coat
from the coat stand, her eyes following him.
He turned pulling the heavy coat on saying.
'I'll be back.'
Have to check and push your car
back onto the road. Otherwise, the wind
will kick up, and by morning it will be buried
and tough to get out.
Another storm coming in.
It'll be cold tonite.'
Her eyes diverted again and she said, 'You will be back?
How long will it take? '
'You'll be ok. You can call me on the spare cell phone
over there. Look up my name, Lonnie.'
She nodded.
He closed the door still disturbed about her sudden arrival.
It was not an accident. He would check her glove compartment
in her rental car, maybe some info there, he thought to himself.
Meantime, Jenny sat up drinking her tea thinking:
'Damn he will find the rental agreement. What else was in the car? '
He'll start to wonder why she was really there. She could see that
he didn't believe her 'lost' story. 'Damn her cell phone was in the car too.
Everything was in the car. Damn her purse too! He had everything.
He wasn't what she expected, younger, sort of bold in the way he
looked at you. He really looked at you. Made her a bit uneasy
but it was different to have someone look at you. I mean he looked
at everything, your eyes, your hair, your body. The man looked.
But flirting aside she knew he'd be back and she would have to explain
why she was really there.
She was safe but it might not be comfortable when he found out.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Cars
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
Its the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars
Here in my car
The image breaks down
Will you visit me please
If I open my door
In cars
Here in my car
I know Ive started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars
I know Ive started to think
I know Ive started to think
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Delicate Intricacies (Rev.)
Privileged to study delicate intricacies in
sweet-flowing terms of Lease Agreements
dramatic antiques declaiming innocence
between Lessor and Lessee
impressive controversies in who pays for
what, when and why, bewitching legalese,
magnificent sentences enshrining an
inexorable right
of Lessor to inquire of the Municipality
whether a Lessee recalcitrant is keeping
up payments, charming enquiries to ensure
accoutrement damages do not occur
can my poetic soul convey these delicacies
to the unaware ignorant of joyous rental
contracts; the enchanting discovery of
mysteriously beguiling legal jargon?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Where No One Works!
hauling scrap metal,
junk...
old washers, dryers,
old beat up cars,
rusted down high octane
roads going nowhere.....
metallic flowers,
dying and dead,
never to bloom again...
hauling junk...
trading metal for milk,
bread, and potatoes...
in the land where no one works!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ambassadors
Ambassadors on their ride
while i drive on my blind eye
expensive surgeries and balance
can you drill a 8 inches hole
when the hole is your head
As the dust settles drop me in a cab
no clothes on tell 'em my name
my name is nickles nickles
i'm scattered to the four winds
i loved your money all of your money
'cause it's insane
And you linger through my fingers buttercloud
As my gear is clear
Buttercloud you're near Buttercloud you're
You payed my crimes a thousand times
i'm so sorry for you now
stare at the alphabet letters so different
and every inch of ink that could be dropt on me
my soul requires a drink
and i'm lucky and i'm young
and i'm a newspaper addict,
i'm a bigcity
Goodmornig boulevard i can see you smile
i can see you lie down on the floor
with a 40's on your left hand
but a big check is comin'
i can see it either Japanese cars want my soul
my dad has a rental and a fake insurance
we'll never fill our distance our distance
drop me in a cab no clothes on tell'em my name
Ambassadors on their ride
while i drive on my blind eye
expensive surgeries and balance
can you drill an eight inches hole
and when the hole is your head
as dust settles drop me in a cab
no clothes on tell 'em my name
my name is nickles nickles
i'm scattered to the four windsto the four winds
i love your money i love your money
cause it's insane YO!
song performed by by Yuppie Flu
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