The future of Social Security?
“The trust fund, Men, is nearly spent.
The well is running dry”
“What will we tell the peasants
who expect pie in the sky? ”
“We must find a hero
to restore tranquility-
“Someone who’s a flim flam man
to the nth degree.”
With Obama much too busy
to calm the masses now.
They bailed Bernie Madoff out
to milk the sacred cow.
The checks went out as usual
Folks took them to the bank.
By noon the checks began to bounce
which made the markets tank.
Riots and disturbances-
Grey Panthers roam the streets.
While somewhere Charlie Ponzi smiles
Secure in his conceit..
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Call me whatever you want (as long as you sign the checks)
Gothic metal pop emo artist
seeks label, call me anything!
Just sign the fucking checks!
fast pay means good CR for you!
Just sign the fucking checks!
wrote a love ballad today, ,
catchy Alt stuff,
Just sign the fucking checks!
Choreographer and lighting all on board
sign some checks
Bookings out the wazoo
accept some checks
more dates added to the tour
accept some checks
Movie score?
checks.
poem by Samael Wolf
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Ours is a government of checks and balances. The Mafia and crooked businessmen make out checks, and the politicians and other compromised officials improve their bank balances.
quote by Steve Allen
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“flim Flam Man”
He was a “Flim flam man”
Cheated folks for a livin
In the town of Spokane
He took, 'stead of givin
One day came a drifter
A beautiful lady you see
A professional grifter
Born of gypsy ancestry
'Twas destined they’d meet
Flim flam man ‘n the Gypsy
To play out a game of deceit
After a few shots they got tipsy
He offered to pay for her drinks
Pulled out a round roll of money
A twenty covered one dollar bills
Said, “I’ll pick up the tab honey”
She smiled, “Oh, if you insist”
He gave barmaid a one for a twenty
An old scam he could not resist
“Keep the change, I’ve got plenty”
He asked Gypsy, “What do you do? ”
“back in Detroit I’m a Practical Nurse”
He said, “That’s great, good for you”
As he snuck his hand in her purse
Seeing what he’d done she turned red
Reached into her coat for a snub ‘38
Shot the poor “Flim flam man” dead
“Rot in Hell you sorry cheapskate! ”
She jumped off the barstool and ran
She’d escape with a small bit of luck
It was clear, she'd be leaving Spokane
She ran in the street ‘n was hit by a truck
Here's the moral, pardon my cliché
Truth be told, 'Crime just don't pay'
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Chasing Madoff
Frank Casey, Neil Chelo, Gaytri Kachroo, Bernie Madoff, Harry Markopolos, Michael Ocrant,
by Jeff Prosserman from Chasing Madoff (2011)
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Mystiques: Amor Omnia Vincit
He peeks
she physiques
beaut... ekes.
Miss tweaks.
She seeks,
he techniques
boutiques.
They cheek to cheek.
He speaks...
it creaks
her creeks
He streaks,
She shrieks
He peaks.
For weeks
She knows
He sows
She glows,
He flows
She checks,
He checks,
Check-mate sex.
He peeks
She seeks
They cheek to cheek...
She checks his cheques.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Looking More Like Rats
They wish to touch their money...
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.
They requested cash but were issued checks.
And this was not what was expected.
And all who stood in line complained...
Perplexed.
While the smiles on the bankers,
Tried to keep themselves the ones less suspected.
And this would spread across the land,
As explanations of a crisis were denied.
While millions of people,
Began living third world visions...
Many in high places,
Were looking more like rats...
Seeking very low holes,
To scatter as the light began showing...
Upon their falsely painted smiles.
And their deceiving fast running backs!
Ohhh...
They wish to touch their money.
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.
And they are told their impatience...
Which had grown into angered fits.
Is the reason and the blame...
Their money has become worthless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything Is Kiling Me....
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
poem by Adnan Zahedi
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SCCS is the source-code motel -- your code checks in but it never checks out.
quote by Ken Thompson
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Working Class Hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
song, music by John Lennon, lyrics by John Lennon from John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (11 December 1970)
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We are on the precipice of a crisis, a Constitutional crisis. The checks and balances, which have been at the core of this Republic, are about to be evaporated by the nuclear option. The checks and balances that say if you get 51% of the vote, you don't get your way 100% of the time. It is amazing, it's almost a temper tantrum.
quote by Charles Schumer
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This used to be a government of checks and balances. Now it's all checks and no balances.
quote by Gracie Allen
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Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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There's so little money in my bank account, my scenic checks show a ghetto.
quote by Phyllis Diller
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Mexicans
Why is it that when a police officer sees a group of white friends he smiles, waves, and even stops bye to say hello, But When he sees a groups of brown people playing soccer he stops gives a fake smile and leaves, but after a while he comes back and checks on them ask what their doing or why there there he suspects of them more than anyone else he hides and stares he looks at every play he wait till everyones gone while the group of white people laugh, making the browns feel like criminals, so when everyone leaves the officer gets down from his poloce car and checks for any drugs so....why is it that when police sees a white group he smiles and stops to say hello when at the browns he stops and says whats going on? ..suspecting
poem by Yazmin Flora
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The Checks In The Mail
Well, hey how ya doin have a seat have a drink
Boy its good to see you, what can I say?
Oh, sorry gotta run well get together again
Say, what was your name anyway?
Well were working on the problem well get back to you soon
But dont try to call me Ill be in a meeting every afternoon
For a year maybe longer keep in touch
Thanks for dropping by and have a nice day
(chorus)
The checks in the mail - hey! youre beautiful
Dont ever change you know what I mean
My girl will call your girl
Well talk it through lunch
Or leave a message on my machine
So baby wont you sign on the dotted line
Im gonna make your dreams come true
The checks in the mail, would I lie to you?
Well hey wait a minute whats the matter hold on
You want me to fork over the loot?
You say you hate my guts you wanna take me to court
And you got yourself a lawyer with a three-piece suit?
Well Im proud to say youre not the only critic of mine (yeah)
So if you wanna sue me Im afraid youre gonna have to wait in line
Take a number thanks for calling who loves you baby
Dont forget to read the fine print.
(chorus)
Oh, trust me!
The checks in the mail - hey! youre beautiful
Dont ever change, you know what I mean
Why dont you leave a message with my girl
Ill have lunch with your machine
So baby wont you sign on the dotted line
Im gonna make your dreams come true
The checks in the mail, would I lie to you?
The checks in the mail, would I lie to you?
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Mystery is underrated, and understanding is overrated.
Larry McMurtry in Flim Flam - Essays on Hollywood
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Intro
O-U-T-K-A-S-T
Live, from the center of the earth, 7 light-years below sea level we go,
welcome to Stankonia. The place from which all funky things come. Would you
like to come?
(girl moaning, lasts throughout intro)
Bounce baby. (We're bouncing)
Bounce.
Bounce. (We're bouncing)
2 times bounce bounce. (We're bouncing)
We bouncing. (We're bouncing)
BOUNCE... (We bouncing baby)
(We're bouncing!) C'mon, bounce.
(Bouncing! Bounce baby) Bounce!
Bounce bounce. (Baby!) Bounce bounce.
(Let's bounce) C'mon bounce. (Everybody let's bounce)
(Let's bounce) We bouncing now.
All that bouncing, niggaz be from the H-L. We got Bankhead right here,
southwest and 92 strong.
BREAK!! -clap-
song performed by by Outkast
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No more waking up at noon, updating FC for an hour, and spending the rest of the day cashing FC checks and watching porn? It was a hard decision, but, like, I'm a man now.
quote by Philip J. Kaplan
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Your Hero
The heroes of the masses they live for their renown
And the masses create their heroes and then drag their heroes down
And the masses are unpredictable they change from day to day
And some of their heroes like the Autumn flowers are quick to fade away.
Yet there are millions of unsung heroes and they live on every street
And every day a hero I feel privileged to meet
True heroes male and female yet by the masses unsung
The World is full of heroes of heroes old and young.
Some heroes of the masses are arrogant and proud
And their egos over-swollen from the adulation of the crowd
But give me the unsung heroes who go their own quiet way
Who out of the kindness of their hearts perform one good deed every day.
Many heroes of the masses are not heroes to me
Though every day I walk the street some true hero I do see
Your hero is chauffeur driven and drinks the most expensive wine
And you can have your hero but your hero isn't mine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Barack Obama
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change, you must the world;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
But do you have the gold?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
People need more jobs;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
You must stop their sobs.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Wars are just futile;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Let peace remain awhile.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Prices must be cut;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
None can live in hut.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Energy is prime;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Work in any clime.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pollution must stop;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Make a friendlier cop.
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Should the unborn die?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Live, they shouldn’t but why?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change is what you need;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pluck away the weed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-18-2009
poem by John Celes
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