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A Parody

It is what it is.
And,
Well...
Even if a parody,
It's more of a wasted imitation...
Of a conciousness spent,
Upon seeking comic relief.
Instead of finding a seriousness,
To immediately correct...
What is no longer funny.

It is what it is.
And,
Well...
A joke that has become a reality to live,
Is a life no one regards for its significance.
And the importance of it,
Has less value than a game to play...
To see who can compete to lose the most.
With those wishing to mend with a winning,
Totally disrespected for their efforts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Efforts Of The Underdog

The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'

The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'

And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.

Everyone seems to wish,
To kick those down and out.
Everyone seems to desire,
To be everywhere...
To champion despair.

The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'

The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'

And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.

'Here...
Get up.
You take the ball.
Hopefully I can block you.
If I get knocked down...
You jump over me,
Finding a space...
To speed your run.
Until you have found,
Solid ground.'

The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'

The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'

And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.
I've been there too many times myself.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyone Competes with Friends

Competing with friends
always seems like a good idea.
Games are fun, winning is fun,
so there is no problem.
Until you find out that your friends
value winning more than friendship,
or they think less of you
if you don't compete very well.
If you have an advantage in the game,
then you lose if you win,
and really lose if you lose.

poem by Larry Hussey
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That Joke to Some

That joke told and thought funny by some...
No longer brings with it smirks.
Or the half smiles on faces.
A seriousness upon them lurks.
And they wonder...
From where the echoed laughter comes,
Surrounding their startled hearts.
The sound of it frightens.
And unfamiliar to anyone!
Has something once done to undermine...
Discovered it was them all this time?
Finding it a thrill to haunt their minds,
This time.

Someone amongst them has elected to stun!
Someone victimized by their tactics...
And missed with them to have their fun.
And that joke told and thought once funny by some?
Seems to now only satisify just one...
Who masquerades in a vengeance of delight.
Knowing their misdeeds done then...
Keeps them in cold sweats in taunted sleepless nights.
Fearing 'what' or 'who' has found whatever they did offensive.
They have forgotten which joke had been told.
And which 'fool' they picked...
They believed then had been defenseless!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ladder Of Success

Now the race has begun
You are strong and you are young
Its your choice, its up to you
Be good to us and well be good to you
And you will be rewarded for conforming to our plan
The system will accept you because we understand
Youll be up there with us on the pinnacle of success
Winning, climbing on the ladder of success
Why take less, now youre on the ladder of success
Now weve reached the end of another school year
And those of you who are leaving us
We wish you well in your chosen careers
I see you got a job with a well established firm
Youll be earning a 3 pound 10 shillings a week
Plus luncheon vouchers
Well my boy it looks as though youre heading
Straight for the top
And your efforts will be noted
But you must always compete
Stick it out the skys the limit
And youll be part of the elite
Youll be up there with us
Competing with the best
Achieving, winning on the ladder of success
Make commitment, join our team
Now youre really in the thing
Part of the plan, dont make a fuss
Play the game and youll be one of us
And your efforts will be noted
Youll be part of the elite
Pay your money make your choice now
Your commitment is complete
Now youre up there with us
Competing with the best
Achieving, winning on the ladder of success
Stand in line, join the queue
Play the game with the right attitude
Now you played your reputation
Theres so much that you can lose
What a struggle to get up there
Youve really paid your dues
Now youre up there with us on the pinnacle of success
Still youre climbing on the ladder of success
Now youre up there with us
Competing with the best
Winning, climbing on the ladder of success
On the ladder of success
Achieving, winning on the ladder of success

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We have to do a film parody for Comic Relief. We can't decide which film to parody at the moment. Any ideas welcome, but not Spiderman owing to costume being too tight.

quote by Dawn French
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Much Longer

I'm stuck
Inside
Can't get this done wish I could hide
This scene is really such a pain
I just
Can't see
How this is any use to me
This work is drivin' me insane
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
It's on
My mind
I think I'm runnin out of time
This weight is more than I can take
That clock
Is slow
It's never gonna let me go
This time I need more than just a break
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
And here I go again (and here I go again)
Wondering when (when)
I can have my time to play
(Can anybody tell me)
(Can anybody, can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can
How much longer until I can play that game
(I want to play that game)
Play that game
(I want to play that game)

song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Compete

Ok, this is a race
Compete. Ok, this is a dog-eat-dog world
Beware, be cautious, and be meek like a lamb,
Be vigilant like a fox, ok, this is a game
That all people play, be a participant,

But you do not have to compete with them
Compete with yourself, compete with excellence

Rage against the forces of evil
Go beyond your own limitations

But you do not have to bite anybody like a dog
And be rabid and fierce for no reason at all

But you do not have to be a fox in a lamb’s skin
Just be what you are in your true colors

But you do have to be shrewd and be a fraud,
Just play the game well, display your cards,

And play fair, and fight fair, and be a sport,
Just be honest and you will win, fair and square.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair

If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.

If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funny, But Not So Funny

Funny am I
How at this point of my life
That I'll ever see such as these
That people find it humorous
Of which I don't, at least, not as much
To live a life of folly.

Funny is it
How this world evolve with things
Looking real when everyone knows
That it isn't all there is to it
Wanting 'em with their life at stake
Wishing like nothing in carelessness.

Funny, but not so funny
For people could think as such
Like no one will know of it;
For people could do as such
Like there is no a payback for it;
Funny, but not so funny.

Funny, but not so funny
When such a time comes
As the world evolves
So is what have been sown
May not be at your lifetime
But to the lives of the generation to come.

Funny, but not so funny
When given a time to live
But only not many have the thought of it
Living a life just to get by
Is not what accounted for
But living under the will of God.

Funny, but not so funny... at least, not just yet.

poem by Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa
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One-up-manships

I don't participate,
In one-up-manships.
There is no benefit I see from it.
And what in return does one get?
Another risking of common sense?

I remember as a child,
When it was fun to play the 'dozens'.
Fun to berate a friend's mother.
As something done to irritate...
Understood as a joke to play on another.

Today those games can not be played.
Unless someone is seeking,
To be hurt in a physical way.
Since any one-up-manship persisted...
Will lead a child seeking revenge with a weapon.

To then declare an innocence.
As a defense!
With a self satisfying look,
Of a smugged seriousness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chances Of Winning

life is like a game, you lost and you win
losing is winning where it fall and
winning is losing where it stand
all the day through, you gain, but nothing
has been done

what makes it defferent, when everything
is nothing and what makes it something
when everthing is nothing

life is just, but a game to play... make the
best for it, for you win for something, that
will make you something out of nothing

many years have gone, yet! it seems
that those are just a dream, a dream that
i stand for none and end with gone

i now live for something, that the only chances
I'll make, will leads me to do something
the best of the game, i have to stand for my
chances of winning is something out of nothing

winning is a matter of chances of nothing.....
just do it... right

poem by Antonio Liao
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Highlights Of My Life

I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.

Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.

I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening To My Father's Wishes

Never will I accept or believe,
A truth that keeps fear within reach...
Is a reality I will choose to live.
To feel hunted with a haunting,
As if I am a fugitive.

Nor will I find it my duty to seek a weekly dosage...
Of a forgiveness bestowed if I followed on a path,
That releases me of guilt if I professed sins committed.
To feel free again to repeat,
The moment a new week begins.

But I do and will acknowledge,
A gift of life I have been given.

And if I live my life in the making of mistakes...
The Creator who has made it all possible,
Will know immediately how to correct my efforts.
With a direct affecting in my heart to make known,
The path that I travel is not journeyed alone!

If I feared with tears and those obstacles that appear,
What progress will I make to appreciate this experience?
Listening to my Creator's wishes,
Is all I need to condone to live a life my Crerator owns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd like to be remembered as someone who kept the comic novel going for another generation or so. I fear the comic novel is in retreat. A joke is by definition politically incorrect — it assumes a butt, and a certain superiority in the teller. The culture won't put up with that for much longer.

quote by Martin Amis
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Choose to Live Life

IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.

It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.

Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.

Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.

Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.

Choose to live your life.

IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.

Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having The Nerve to Excuse Thoughtlessness

When something treasured is given.
And it is disrespected and given back...
Do not expect warm greetings to flow,
From the one who felt slighted by that!
Children, perhaps...
Can be excused for this lapse.
However,
Those who wear grown up clothes,
Are 'suppose' to use far more tact!
And when they don't...
They are the first to pretend,
They don't know 'why' or 'what'
Has happened to them.
Proving by their actions...
They are as self centered as children.
Getting what they deserve.
And having the nerve to excuse thoughtlessness.
One mature would not accept this to dismiss.
Being an adult can be a painful process...
Especially when the playground,
Has been abandoned...
By those no longer seeking,
Childish games at recess!
There is a seriousness of life that develops...
That one should achieve to aspire and expect!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Game We Shouldnt Play

(m&l - deris)
Do you believe in fate or chances
Design or coincidences
Would you say that all the people
Live their life for good and evil
Some have reached the end of patience
Start to play with gods creation
They know you
Control you
In a game we shouldnt play
Corrupt your heart
And make you part
Of a game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its all a game we shouldnt play
If we shall die now it will happen
If were good well come to heaven
If we shall live it will be so
End your life and youll see limbo
All is fixed and predetermined
Only time will stretch new sins
He loves you
Alarms you
Of a game we shouldnt play
He tells your heart
To stay apart
From a game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its that kind of game we shouldnt play
Manipulations on the genes
Nuclear contaminated seeds
Clone of the clone in the breeders zone
Its a game
A game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its that kind of game we shouldnt play

song performed by by Helloween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It's funny how...

It's funny how its requires us to lose some one in order to realise what we had in that person
It's funny how some thing drastic needs to occur for us to realise who was there for us every time we needed them but we just neglected them
It's strange how life occurs
Testing us every second of every hour of every day just for us to realise what's what and who's who
But we just dont do what life asks for
We oppose it
And lose sight of what really matters
It's funny how what you do to some one will come back and bite you in the butt when you least expect
So you can have a taste of your own medication
Live and let live
Enjoy life to the fullest
Treasure everyone who comes into your life
The fack ones will disaspear when you are in need the most
Life sure is funny how it operates......

poem by Cannita Melius
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Addressing a Reality

What is that you are seeking?

'Seeking?

I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.

What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.

Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflections Of The Silent Man In The Office

this is not a matter of search
anymore
but an addiction a routine
that you take day by day
because you have no one to talk to
or if some people enter your door
and talk to you
it is nothing but the objectivity
of a certain
professional determination
no one talks about directions here
or the significance of
a thought
or the finding of the correct meaning
of life
everyone is preoccupied with
problems and there seems to be
no solution anymore that
clicks to what must be or ought to be
people are crazy
falling into traps of a meaningless
existence
they know it
but refuses to acknowledge it
and you keep on staring to the faces
that becomes a circus
performance
tightropes and acrobatics
then you look outside the window
towards the sea and
say
what a wasted life
what a fool have we all become

all for the money
and so much garbage.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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