Lock Up the Weirdos! ! (overheard in a pub)
'Just look at me! I earn my bread
And pay my taxes, watch TV,
Mind my own business,
I'm a normal bloke,
I'll have a pint and share a joke;
Lock up the weirdos, that's what I say,
If they can't conform then make them pay!
Those guys are lazy, they're not sick,
It's time they were given a bit of stick!
They're scrounging off the Welfare State,
It's all handed to them on a plate,
And while we're on the subject
Why do we call the perverts 'gay'?
They're just a bunch of effing queers,
Shoot them all and I'll shed no tears! !
Don't give me all that psychology sh*t,
I don't believe a word of it! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Perverts In The Sun
(feat. The Trolls)
The USA is movin' south
Our power is mostly mouth
Miami beach to Malibu
Hot weather makes'em wanna screw
Shemales, jumps bails
Weird tales on the scales
If it fails chip'n dale
Hit the gym in animal skin
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Fruit punch
Go to crunch
Take a pill
Lose your will
Get a job, in street promotion
Pushing handbills on the ocean
Gang fights all night
Garbages can's got a tan
Rich men and hungry chicks
Stick'em in the blender - hey big spender !
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
O.J, O.J, Jose Sammy too, got nothin' to do
The realtor hit the floor
He's disgusted
Wants to get'em all busted
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
You guys are perverts
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
Perverts in the sun
Perving everyone
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Don't Stop, Spread The Jams!
Conversations that no one's supposed to hear
My thoughts are hazy, but the weather says it's clear
Please don't confuse what was said with what you heard
Destroy the meaning to the point of the absurd
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Looking thru the reflection in the mirror
An inspiration for the failure that looms near
Pollute the principle, distort the truth and find
Take one step further, and you're still three steps behind
Don't stop, you gotta spread the jam!
Slip out the door but don't lock it, you will return
It is not the action but from the thought you will learn
Pay attention...pay the price, then count your change
Flip flop the average, what was normal now is strange
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Don't Stop, Spread The Jam!
Muir-Trujillo-Siegel-Pleasants- (4:00)
Conversations that no one's supposed to hear
My thoughts are hazy, but the weather says it's clear
Please don't confuse what was said with what you heard
Destroy the meaning to the point of the absurd
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Looking thru the reflection in the mirror
An inspiration for the failure that looms near
Pollute the principle, distort the truth and find
Take one step further, and you're still three steps behind
Don't stop, you gotta spread the jam!
Slip out the door but don't lock it, you will return
It is not the action but from the thought you will learn
Pay attention...pay the price, then count your change
Flip flop the average, what was normal now is strange
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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A Last Appeal
KNOWING our needs, hardly knowing our powers,
Hear how we cry to you, brothers of ours!--
Brothers in nature, pulse, passions, and pains,
Our sins in you, and your blood in our veins.
First in your palace, or last in our den,
Basest or best, we are all of us men!
Justice eternal cries out in our name,
What is the least common manhood can claim?
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn.'
Landowners, bankers, and merchants, we make
Out of our lives this new wealth that you take.
Have we earned only such pitiful dole
As just holds worn body to desolate soul?
When that soul is bewildered each day and perplext
With the problem of how to get bread for the next,
Is it better to end it, as some of us do,
Or to fight it out bravely, still calling to you--
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn'?
Ever more passionate grows our demand--
Give us our share of our food and our land:
Give us our rights, make us equal and free--
Let us be all we are not, but might be.
Our sons would be honest, our daughters be pure,
If our wage were more certain, your vices less sure--
Oh, you who are forging the fetters we feel,
Hear our wild protest, our maddened appeal--
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn.'
Hear us, and answer, while Time is your friend,
Lest we be answered by God in the end;
Lest, when the flame of His patience burns low,
We be the weapon He shapes for His blow--
Lest with His foot on your necks He shall stand,
And appeal that you spurned be new-born as command,
And thunder your doom, as you die by the rod
Of the vengeance of man through the justice of God.
'Food that we make for you,
Money we earn:
Give us our share of them--
Give us our turn.'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Brady Bunch
You can watch mr. rogers
You can watch threes company
And you can turn on fame or the nelywed game
Or the addams family
I say, you can watch barney miller
And you can watch your mtv
And you can watch till your eyes fall out of your head
Thatll be ok with me
And you can watch (tv)
You can watch johnny carson
You can watch phil donahue
And you can use tv guide to help you decide
With capsulized review
Say, you can watch 60 minutes
Even captain kangaroo
But theres only one set, so what ever you watch
Well, you know I gotta watch it too
Say, give it up, give it up, televisions taking its toll
Thats enought, thats enough, gimme the remote controll
I been nice, I been good, please dont do this to me
Turn it off, turn it off, I dont want to have to see
The brady bunch
Not the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Its the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother
The youngest one in curls
Its a story of a man named brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men living all together
Yeah, but they were all alone
Until the one day, one day when the lady met the fellow
And they knew, and they knew it was much more than a hunch
Then they knew this group must somehow form a family
Thats the way, thats the way, thats the way they all became
The brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Oh, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Oh, the brady bunch, yeah
Oh, the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Relizing
When i first thought
You always have to like someone
I was destressed and stupid
'Cause you really dont need to like anyone
I liked 4 guys at once
Then i relized one thing
Guys are unimportant
The are a stupid waste of time
They can make me happy
They can buy me stuff
But right now
The are not useful
right now i'll stick to sports
now i'll stick to education
i'll stick to my family
Guys are not in my vocab right now
poem by Make A Wish
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Mind your language Billy!
Old Billy just loved to swear
he really liked to cuss
he'd use bad language everywhere
in the street and on the bus.
He would even swear in church
effing that and effing this
when the vicar told him to stop
Billy swore and said give us a kiss.
He swore when he was stone cold sober
but even worse when he'd had a few
old ladies often told him to mind his language
but Billy would laugh and say screw you.
One day though he wouldn't stop cussing
so a Policeman arrested him on the spot
when asked in court why he was swearing
Billy replied because he was too effing hot.
Sadly Billy choked one day while he was eating
but even in death his swearing would never die
because on his gravestone are written the words:
I EFFING KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE EATEN THAT EFFING PORK PIE!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Up In Smoke
They took away my garden
To make room for a chemical plant
I feel my countrys arteries harden
With the aid of a government grant
We are not a bunch of upstarts
Just out looking for a cause
Cause we hunger for our justice
And not applause
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
My water has got cancer
And the rivers have all dried
While I watch my country practice
Nuclear suicide
We are not a bunch of upstarts
(we are not a bunch of upstarts)
Just out looking for a cause
(for a cause)
We hunger for our justice
And not applause
(not applause)
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
Dont think its impossible
To see this thing come clean
Were going to save this poor old worlds head
From the guillotine
We are not a bunch of upstarts
(we are not a bunch of upstarts)
Just out looking for a cause
(for a cause)
We hunger for our justice
And not applause
(not applause)
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
They took away my garden
(my water has got cancer)
To make room for a chemical plant
(and the rivers have all dried)
I feel my countrys arteries harden
(while I watch my country practice)
Nuclear suicide
(nuclear suicide)
Nuclear suicide
We are not a bunch of upstarts
Just out looking for a cause
We hunger for our justice
And not applause
(not applause)
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
Dont want to see our children
(dont want to see our children)
Oh go up in smoke
Oh we dont want to see our children
Yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Bloke Is Broke
The bloke is broke
Takes a coke and lots of smoke
Stroke a joke and leaves the yoke
Spoke and poke and went back folk
Remembering baroque
With a golf stroke
Scrubs an oak with
Another sick joke
Woke and evoke
And even provoke
A gun smoke
Goes amok
With a butterfly stroke
Wild with a James Knox
Towards valley oak
spoke a practical joke
Ending with a choke
that broken bloke
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Schooling Relationship
you are the subject which i study
understanding and getting to know you psychologically
learning new ways to do right
ways to out do the wrong
you are the subject which i study
practicing and testing the goods and bads
you are the subject which i study
the time has come graduation is here
learn the subject by studing its psychology
understanding is the only way for success
now we move on to the next step
you are the subject which i study to major
as i take hold of your hand
guide you through rough times throughout this life
you are the subject which i study to major
as time goes by ticking away
i studied you all those days
i understand your past history life
your psychology means alot to me
mentally physically emotionally speaking
you are the subject which i study to major...
poem by Diara Armstead
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Inactivity Created
Lazy.
A feast of ignorance,
Has fed them well.
Lazy.
Delusionists speak of their triumphs.
Glorify in imaginations.
Party in their sweat.
Yet few work...
To where they need to get!
Lazy.
Creatures seeking credentials.
But absent of common sense.
Lazy.
Exhausted from thoughts!
With no intent meant.
Lazy.
Approached to verify all they claim.
And when there is nothing there...
They play the blame game.
Accusing some of being 'lucky' in life...
And every excuse they use is lame.
Lazy.
They watch a way of life diminish.
Lazy.
They wish their fantasies replenished.
Lazy.
But when a working ethic isn't there to be done,
They point a finger at everyone.
And more like them are relieved...
So many like them believe,
If it had not been for someone else...
Success they too could achieve.
But those who bust their butts can see...
These folks appreciate,
Only another pretention they can make!
And taking time to waste.
But don't call them...
Lazy.
That's a word they hate!
But keep dates with it to salivate...
An inactivity created!
There is no debate,
To contemplate this observation.
They are without hesitation of doubt...
Lazy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fiduciary Friendship
'E 'ad spragged me before for the loan of a quid.
But I told 'im straight out I was broke.
Still 'e would 'ang around me, wotever I did.
'E's a regiler obstinit bloke.
'E'd tapped me for dollars an' bit me for bobs;
An' I ain't too finanshil meself.
Wot with times like they are an' not too many jobs;
So a bloke 'as to 'ang to 'is pelf.
But this Mister Theodore give me a lead
'E's a genius all on 'is own
'E put me wise yestidy - jist wot I need,
When a bloke comes along for a loan.
I rekin this Theodore's out on 'is pat
As a shrewd an' a far-seein' bloke,
Wot can 'and out the patter an' deal with a flat,
'Fore 'e's time to make up to the joke.
So today, when this cove puts the 'ard word on me,
I tells 'im straight out I'm 'is friend,
An' I'm goin' to 'elp 'im from sheer sympathy
With a few quid I'm goin' to lend.
It 'urts me, I tells 'im, to ark at 'im moan,
An' I 'aven't the 'eart to refuse.
So I gives the poor coot a fidoosary loan
In the shape of some nice I.0.U.'s.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Why The Tears I Shed?
Why the tears I shed?
Hunger is around,
I'm well fed.
Why the tears I shed?
The fire has gone out,
Warm is my bed.
Why the tears I shed?
Love is without sense,
On me lies her head.
Why the tears I shed?
The living is on alms,
Aplenty is my bread.
Why the tears I shed?
Life seeks mercy,
More blessed is the dead.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Watch Your Step
Dont say a word
Dont say anything
Dont say a word
Im not even listening
I read in the paper about their escape
Theyre just two bitter kids with a bunch of sour grapes
You better watch your step
Watch whos knocking on your front door
Now you know that theyre watching
What are you waiting for?
Think youre young and original
Get out before...
They get to watch your step
Evry day is full of fun
And family spice
Theyre making heroes out of fall guys
They say its good for business
From singapore to widnes
You better watch your step
Broken noses hung up on the wall
Back slapping drinkers cheer the heavy weight brawl
So punch drunk they dont understand at all
You better watch your step
Evry night
Go out full of carna-al desires
End up in the closing time choirs
When youre kicking in the cot room
And youre drinking down the eau de cologne
And youre spitting out the kodachrome
You better watch your step
Bye
I send you all my regards
Youre so tough
Youre so hard
Listen to the hammers falling in the breakers yard
You better watch your step
You better watch your step
Ooh, watch your step
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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How Are You?
How do I feel? You'll never guess!
My life is just an effing mess!
It's all anxiety and stress
And it's getting worse, not getting less!
Perhaps I need some therapy?
Some soulful music or T.V?
Not Transcendental Meditation
But just some decent medication!
Or do I need a damn good drink?
It's better than an effing shrink!
Please God, give me some peace of mind
So I can leave these blues behind!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Disappointment in Old Age
The days drag by. I fritter
Them away. Old and bitter,
I call my fellow humans apes
And live on a diet of sour grapes.
But what did I expect? Did I think
I'd earn my living with pen and ink?
That everything would be handed to me on a plate?
I'm wiser now but it's too late.
I realise I've missed the boat,
And now my enemies can gloat
While I'm searching for what I'll never find,
That elusive treasure, peace of mind.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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My Alter Ego Jack
Hello, all else has failed
This I can easily see.
You've toppled and choked
Now it's up to me
You've fought a good battle
That I can surly tell
This is your wake-up call
Welcome to hell
Now it's my turn
I'll step up to the plate
I'll put this back together
Bring you to a normal state
I've been wating a while
For this time to finally come
I'm going to slip right in
I'm going to have some fun
I may speak my mind
Sometimes appear unkind
But we know if it wasn't for me
You would topple and flee
I can see this is finally up to me
poem by Seth Kaileen
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Childs Crusade
Some are on this crusade to give themselves and their children a unfair advantage.
Creating these rifts.
I'm here to tell you I won't allow that.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
Their is still enough breath in this body.
No I won't conform to the confomity.
Mindless slaves lining up for another taste.
With an icicle in my hand I will make the rounds with a bunch of hand shakes.
Cold isn't it, but it is exactly the way I feel.
When somebody is trying to steal a society for years and generations.
Smoke captured in a jar.
Watch as it slowly pours out.
Releasing it so you can be free.
Know the truth, lies in your own heart.
Ambitions torn apart.
Angels wings sit right in front of me.
Does that give me right to put them on and fly?
Only on a day where their is endless sky.
The time has to be just right.
And its not here yet.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Nice Guys Don't Deserve To Be Put To The Test
do i really judge a guy,
before i give him a chance,
is that why it so hard,
for a guy to stick around,
i push him away,
before he has the chance to,
change my opinion about him,
yeah i admit,
i don't love easy,
i was hurt before,
i even started to date,
most guys can't understand,
they can't understand my pain,
my struggles of even letting them,
get close to me,
in my mind,
all guys want is sex,
there are very few guys,
who will hold back enough,
to let me know that,
that is not all they are after,
i put guys through tests,
and when they are done,
some see that i am not worth it,
it's my way of keeping my distance,
at times it gets lonely,
but i would rather be lonely,
than broken into a million pieces,
i can't handle anymore pain,
what i'm dealing with,
will make anybody go crazy,
but i'm starting to see,
it not right too,
what i put guys through,
just to prove they worth it,
i'm doing the samething,
as the guys who want me for sex,
what makes me any different?
ppl deserve to be treated right.
poem by Mona Martinez
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