One of a kind
My D.N.A’s in disarray
Genetically I am quite mad,
I just found out the other day
I never had a proper dad.
They hatched me on a petri dish.
From bits of that and bits of this
and kept it warm to incubate
How I turned out was left to fate
I finished up a vertebrate
but I will never find a mate.
In all the world I am unique
I shall not live to be antique.
I’m six feet tall and three feet broad
and I blow bubbles when I’m bored.
From both my ears I swear it’s true
Now that is something you can’t do.
My greatest hero’s Frankenstein
who was the first to recombine
Assorted parts into a whole
that could compose a barcarole.
The promised me before I die
go to that great Lab in the sky
They’ll do their best to raise a clone
so I wont feel quite so alone.
There is one snag, their plan will fail
for any clone would be a male.
I won’t be happy I am not gay
a male won’t chase my blues away.
I think I’d rather be alone
when all is said and all is done
I have no wish to procreate
a family without a mate.
For single parents life is hard
a lot of work with small reward
I’ll concentrate on breeding fish
I WILL NOT wed a petri dish.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Think Im A Clone Now
Isnt it strange
Feels like Im lookin in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was
Part of some geneticists plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donors body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say
I think Im a clone now
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
Im really beside myself
I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And I can stay at home while Im out of town
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
Signing autographs for my fans
Come and meet the carbon copy man
Livin in stereo, its all right
Well I can be my own best friend and I can send myself for pizza so I say
I think Im a clone now
Another one of mes always hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Ive been on oprah winfrey - Im world renowned
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Thats my genetic twin always hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Clone Your Lover
CLONE YOUR LOVER
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Hello Hello
who wants the same
Hello Hello
calling your name
Hello Hello
stole your soul
Hello Hello
making you whole
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Clone
Hello Hello
you want to know
Hello Hello
who's taking control
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it to me
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Wish there was something I could do
Wish there was something else than you
Wish there was the same but new
Wish that I could be with you
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Cloned
Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray
My world is unaffected
Clone the god, its best when it sighs
Clone the god, it's all inserted lies
My world is unaffected
Clone the world, emotionless insanity
Clone the world, and let the children see
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
Clone the martyr, he's not needing
Clone the martyr, he quit bleeding
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
My world is unaffected
poem by Corey Baker
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Love Wont Take Me Out
I had a love
And I had pain
Best believe
They come hand in hand
Cause Im a soldier
For the love brigade
Im prepared to do battle
With anything
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
I had to be
A fool indeed
To let someone
Break me down to my knees
I was wreckless
With my heart you see
Theres no rule for that in my world
And yet thats plan
Say bye bye to the teary brown eyes
And the big sad face with an upside down smile
Its so beneath me its so beneath
Say bye bye to the meaningless days
And the loneliest nights
Just wasting my mind
Its so beneath me it cant control me
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
Wont take me out wont take me out
Wont take me out wont take me out
Wont take me out wont take me out
Me out me out me out
Time to rise
Time to shine
Never again
Cause I decline
To be a victim
Of a broken heart
Cause I found the goddess in me
And now I leave my mark
I have control of my life you see
Lets keep it real not to make believe
I wont get caught with my foot in my mouth
And I wont let love take me out
I have the power to do as I please
I take the blows and I do it with ease
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
Repeat x3
I have the power to do as I please
I wont let it take me out
I dish it out very hard theres no doubt
And I wont let love take me out
song performed by by En Vogue
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The Selfish Fish
Once upon a time
a very small fish
started to change his dish
was envious of others
and did not feel fine.
The bigger fishes
creating big bubbles
and were honored
as respectful swimmers
and producing no trouble.
Instead of normal eat
the small fish now ate
the letters and words
of a newspaper found wet
in the sea of the state.
Now he also earns
lovely returns
of the bigger ones
creating big bubbles
and was heard with his words.
But due to the food
he got thinner
and blow up himself
with air
to be the winner.
Now he looks
like a blow-fish
but empty and thin
only the air and the
words were in.
The time has come
to select the best
the blubber of the year
a national
fish poetry test.
So astonished he was
chosen as the one
he got the best reputation
and honored by
the whole fish civilization.
For the next contest
he was invited
to speak in front
of all animals
united.
But therefore
he had to went on land
publishing his words
in books
which were sent.
The publishing house
give to understand
they will create
with him
a very new brand.
But just when he was
starting to bubble
at land his first big bubbles
he died
loosing all air and his trouble.
So the morality could be
watch and comment
the bubbles of the others to learn
and to earn respect and knowledge
and to stay proud and happily
as a fish in the sea.
(c) Floyd Floydson,08/22/2012
poem by Floyd Floydson
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A Robins Call
As the Robins cherps in the early morning light,
the female comes into nets to relieved her mate,
the male goes of to find some food to eat,
as then the the female begins to tweet,
"the egg is cold you lazy baster,
I should peck your dairy after,
I will have to sit here way to long,
as your lazy ass is gone,
she chirps I need to eat,
and repeats I need to eat, "
The male comes back into the nest,
a chance for him to rest,
to keep all the eggs warm,
he sounds out a alarm,
"I see Cat, I see Cat,
may it get go away,
unit another day,
it leaves, then nest is safe,
as he calls to his mate,
you slut, you slut these eggs are not mine,
all of this is a waste of my time,
come back to keep these eggs warm,
you slut, you bitch, I will sound the alarm."
this is the fruit of life,
bare it but think twice,
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Jigsaw
Here we hear that a perch stands for fish or for pole, -
though this pole can be twenty four feet long or square –
or a pole upon which
a kingfisher can perch
before diving to fish for his dinner dish.
Don’t consider it rude if we add that a rood
is the same as a perch, or a pole or a rod,
and a rood is a Cross, so please don’t become cross
as we must get across that this cross can be square, -
and this square cross can lengthwise be measured – so there!
A pole, too, is a fish, somewhat flounderish
with fine fins which swish and a face like a dish.
Thus kingfisher must fish for his dish, and that dish is a dish,
so lets face it in anguish, - a dish is a dish is a fish!
As a face is a head, and a head is a poll
which tells who is ahead, or shows what each prole
thought of what someone said:
and a wat, as all know, is a temple Cambo –
all the sages who sow seeds of wisdom say, - oh,
to all this don’t say ‘No! ’
Then watt brings us a light which shines down in the night, -
though this seems ‘out of sight’, you should now see the light, -
that kingfishers alight as they perch on their pole
ere they pounce on their poll
for to search for their perch,
for the soul of the sole in the shoal.
What rude fishermen do
before rod poles align
with a line from their perch to their perch.
Like the kingfisher too, bird of brilliant hue,
is our parrot, Poll, who is no stranger to you.
When he’s not being rude he tends somewhat to brood
or repeat through and through, as in these lines I do.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but the true male never yet walked who liked to listen when his mate talked.
quote by Anna Wickham
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A Glow Worm and A Firefly
Dressed up for the mating night,
Never known it's for two weeks delight,
Rolled and sucked all alive under the earth,
The small lights even in the eggs, glow under the dark.
Meditated through many seasons to mature,
After pupating the single eyes become compounded,
The missing wings left the females on the ground,
The wingless flight to the height, emitting luminescence.
Sending specific patterned signal to the mate in the filth,
On the banks of the river and top of the trees,
Thousands of male little lanterns hungry for love,
Equally mad glowworms send the specific light of memo.
The joyous moment and union confirm the continuation,
Of species that mesmerize the human to merriment.
One wicked glowworm, hungry for nutrients,
She sent the signal to lure the lovelorn male.
When a male firefly was drowned in stupor,
picked up the responding signal from a potential mother,
but She caught, ate and stored enough protein,
To produce more eggs and show off the cruel charm.
When they fly as the little stars they can be caught,
When they burn the chemical with enzyme with no heat,
When they look for the mate from the upper ground,
The feeling is great to everyone who can witness.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Game of Life - Add Vice to a Lady
If you’d win the game of life never sign as trophy wife,
happiness is lovers three:
one to cook, clean, fire for you,
one to sire four children too,
one to warm you now and then when you feel free...
If you’d win the game of life avoiding all frustration, strife,
plumb its mystery:
let poppet do as told by you,
let others bend to fresher view,
let puppet measure not, hot pleasure thee...
If you’d win the game of life and avoid Time’s jealous knife,
thank the rule of three:
one with rings new, one with few,
one string to watch the other two,
years of fears you will exchange for countless tears of glee!
If the game of life you’d win never take a husband in
for bed and board you’ll soon be bored
with football, beer, words sharp as sword,
with cooking when he’s elsewhere looking,
or travel with assistant booking.
If family you’d own or build, be both self-willed, by clone fulfilled.
If life's game you’d win begin from hubby’s kit[sc]h and kin to spin.
At times adored at times bear mawed,
its difficult to bear accord
when he plays lord or can’t afford
all you deserve as just reward,
when you discover you mistook
bald cheek, beer reek, for strong good look,
for compromising beauty, brains,
when you yourself should hold the reins.
If family you’d build or own,
‘tis best at times to clone alone!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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One Child's Hero
In her eyes he's a marvellous super man
And her daddy is the greatest to seven years old Ann
And she tells all who listen there is nothing Dad can't do
But others they think differently each to their point of view.
Her dad is not a hero in the bigger World out there
He cannot go to work for pay he sits in his wheel chair
And looks out on the backyard and a lone pittosporum tree
Where blackbird builds her nest in Spring and raise her family.
But to all who care to listen the young primary school girl say
My daddy is my hero and as my hero he will stay
He tells me marvellous stories and his stories I enjoy
Of the fun he and his mates had when he was a school going boy
In the big World out there her dad almost unknown
And any sort of hero worship to him is never shown
Yet only of his praises one little girl does sing
And to her he is far greater than any living king.
To one child he is a hero and her feelings for him are true
And even in the World out there true heroes are so very few
He sits and looks out on the backyard and little there for him to see
A male blackbird chirps and then flies off from branch of lone pittosporum tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I have often been asked why I am so fond of playing male parts. As a matter of fact, it is not male parts, but male brains that I prefer.
quote by Sarah Bernhardt
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Jars
The second she was born, they put bits of her in jars,
placenta was the first, that went in the jar,
oh yah, it went straight in the jar.
Then when she was 4, her tonsils, what's more,
her adenoids too were all put in jars,
oh yah, they went straight in the jar.
Hospitals, such strange places, all antiseptic and large
and medics are prone to examine, you know,
all those bodily parts left in jars.
So getting back to the story, appendicitis was next,
and sure as the first two small stanza's
you can guess where appendix went next.
For a while they left her alone, in tact and therefore unharmed
but as soon as she turned 47
they put more of her bits in those jars.
Her uterus and her cervix along with her ovaries too
and next on the list was a very small cyst
that they put in a jar labeled blue.
By the time this poor lady was 60
there wasn't much left I'm afraid, but at least when she died
she was tiny and the coffin was perfect sized.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sheets
Sheets,
Every night you wrestle me down
aggressive and determined to have your way
with your sandpaper grit grip
We are a writhing tangle of arms, legs and
posture pedic mattress fabric
My princess and the Petri's dish wish to sleep
goes on for hours as you gang bang me until
you win.
poem by Sara Fielder
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Popscene
A FERVORED IMAGE OF ANOTHER WORLD
IS NOTHING IN PARICULAR NOW
AND IMITATION COMES NATURALLY
BUT I NEVER REALLY STOP TO THINK HOW
AND EVERYONEIS A CLEVER CLONE
A CHROME COVERED CLONE AMI
SO IN THE ABSENCE OF A WAY OF LIFE
JUST REPEAT THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
[CHORUS]
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
POPSCENE
ALRIGHT
I'M LEAVING TOWN TO RUN AWAY
RUN INTO YOUR TWISTED ARMS
NO QUEUES AND THERE'S NO PANIC THERE
JUST DANGLING MY FEET IN THE GRASS
MY LACK OF NATURAL LUSTRE NOW
SEEMS TO BE LOOSING ME FRIENDS
SO IN THE ABSENCE OF A WAY OF LIFE
I'LL REPEAT THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
[CHORUS]
song performed by by Blur from Modern Life Is Rubbish
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Petri-dish
Your love is like salad in a salad Petri-dish,
But, bounded in the myth of paradise! !
However, the pivoting labour of your muse acts like flaccid breasts;
And, tomorrow is the opening of your hot meal to the masses,
For, you are very much noted in this village.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Free, Male, & Twenty-one
Were free
Were male
Were twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Its not enough to be twenty-one and free
Its not the same as male and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
This is such a fine distinction
The career that weve begun
I just made twenty-one
Im old enough to run
For congressman or clerk of the public works
Or dogcatcher or something just as dumb
If I should choose to run
I make no exaggeration
Just a statement of the facts
Now Im second generation
And I am manly to the max
And no one can decree
Just who I have to be
The choice is up to me
And if I could be anything, Id be
Male and twenty-one
Its nice to be a man
I use it all I can
I never had a choice for a higher voice
But I have to say Im glad to be a man
Since this is what I am
Sigmund freud may have a crisis
With his own identity
But theres nothing wrong with me
Because I enjoy being a boy
And all that it will say upon my resume
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
If I could change
Change anything, everything
Everything in the world
Then I would make
Half of the world
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
And I dont believe in heaven
What a let down it would be
And I hope theres not a hell
But there must be a God cause he made me
Free, male, and twenty-one
Theres got to be a God cause he made me
Male and twenty-one
Free, male, and twenty-one
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Cold Feet
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life hed made
No body to keep him warm at night
When hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
One night he walked the street looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought shed like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He cant give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Hed struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he dont have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life hed buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet
He thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre late
When youre out of time - the flowers have been laid
Youre six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Gefilte Fish
My version of a Jewish folk song;
the 2nd stanza should start slow,
then get faster & faster to the end.
Gefilte fish, I love you;
I love you, gefilte fish;
I swear by the stars above you,
You're such a tasty dish,
Hey!
You once were free
Out in the sea,
Until somebody caught you,
But now, wise guy,
'You'll see that I
Will eat you 'cause I bought you,
Hey!
Gefilte fish, I love you
I love you, gefilte fish
I swear by the stars above you
You're such a tasty dish,
hey!
poem by John Bliven Morin
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M.D. The Bear
With the initials M.D.
it isn’t to hard to plainly see.
That he is Spanish with his blazing eyes,
he looks like a Bear that would terrorize.
Any cooked sandwich made of fish,
that is his favorite dinner dish.
At the Grumpy Grouper he does eat,
he has a beer and raises his feet.
Now he bought me a small breakfast the other day,
it was in Lantana, not in Del Ray.
Now M.D.’s son’s birthday is on the 19th,
his son is a teenager who is only sixteen.
Soon more of M.D.’s pension will come in,
he will have a great life living in sin.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 16,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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