Curb Kickuh
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
You like to shake up stuff.
See that dust.
And direct how it should be cleaned up.
You prefer to stir a bit of lust with cussin'.
And when you've had enough...
U get tuff when it's time,
For folks to get up and leave.
You don't fool me.
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.
I can be like that myself.
But at least with me...
U don't have to be so ruff!
Like u tuff or somethin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tuff Baby
Pop
Psst, psst, hey girl
Just come here, come on, come here
I love your hair
Your pearly smile
Your icing scan
Societys vile
Insect cars
Horny men from mars
I love you, tuff baby
I love you, tuff baby
Youve know the score
For a while now
Your dad dont care
Your moms aware
Your hands are new
I wonder what theyll do
I love you, tuff baby
I love you, tuff baby
Theres chaos in the old suburbs
And downtown too they got the blues
But youll survive
With a hard glint in your eyes
I love you, tuff baby
I love you, tuff baby
I love you
I love you, tuff baby
I love you, tuff baby
I love you, tuff baby
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Personalized Garbage
What better day is it than today,
To trash and put out on the curb...
All disturbing nonsense.
Every single bit of it.
Without a need to start an argument.
Like a chore over time that has been ignored,
Sack all that crap stored...
To get rid of it.
And set it out to stay away permanently....
From your front door.
And if it should be passed as you leave,
To get some fresh air inhaled and exhaled to breathe...
Don't acknowledge you are familiar with it.
If you do recognize this as personalized garbage,
Again it will be yours to reluctantly admit.
What better day is it than today,
To trash and put out on the curb...
All disturbing nonsense.
Every single bit of it.
Without a need to start an argument.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ballad Of Bodacious
Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull
over nineteen hundred pounds.
He's born in Galry, Oklahoma
and he's the baddest sonsabitch around
if a Burma bull ever were a super star
then Bodacious just might be.
He's a cream colored, beefy brawn,
full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity.
Who's gonna ride Bodacious?
Who's gonna tame him down?
Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground.
Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside.
Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride.
Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman
at the start of his buckin' spree
and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle
back in Nineteen Ninety Three.
Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals
in Nineteen Ninety Five.
Bodacious had got a little older and wiser
Tuff barely came out alive.
song performed by by Primus
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You Want To Do What You Want To Do
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
You will do just as you please,
Caring less who you deceive!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet that you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
But...
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Kicking To The Curb
Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.
And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.
It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Dont Pull No Punches But You Dont Push The River
(da da da....)
When you were a child, you were a tomboy
Gimme soul satisfaction
Way back in shady lane
Do you remember darlin?
And its the woman in you, and its the woman in you
Gimme soul satisfaction
And it takes the child in you to know
The woman an you are one
Were goin out in the country to get down to the real soul,
I mean the real soul, people,
Were goin out in the country, get down to the real soul
Were gettin out to the west coast
Shining our light into the days of bloomin wonder
Goin as much with the river as not, as not, yeah, yeah
An Im goin as much with the river as not
Yeah, yeah, right, yeah
Blake and the eternals oh standin with the sisters of mercy
Looking for the veedon fleece, yeah
William blake and the eternals oh standin with the sisters of mercy
Looking for the veedon fleece, yeah
You dont pull no punches, but you dont push the river
You dont pull no punches, and you dont push the river
You dont pull no punches, and you dont push the river, no, no
Goin as much with the river as not
Were goin out in the west, down to the cathedrals
Were goin out in the west (alright), down to the beaches
And the sisters of mercy, behind the sun
Oh behind the sun
And william blake and the sisters of mercy looking for the veedon fleece,
Yeah
You dont pull no punches, goin west, goin as much with the river as not
With the river as not, with the river as not, goin as much,
Goin as much with the river as not, no, ah
You dont pull no punches, and you dont push the river, no
You dont pull no punches, but you dont push the river, no
You dont pull no punches, but you dont push the river, no
You dont pull no punches, but you dont push the river
And we was contemplating baba, william blake and the eternals
Goin down to the sisters of mercy
Looking for the veedon fleece
Looking for the veedon fleece
Looking for the veedon fleece
Looking for the veedon fleece
You dont pull no punches, but ya, you dont push the river
You dont pull no punches, but ya, you dont push the river, no
You dont pull no punches, but ya, you dont push the river
You dont push the river, you dont push the river
song performed by by Van Morrison
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No shoes (for Karen)
I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of you and I
and it made me think of times gone by
and somehow it made me want to cry.
I saw two kids with knees all scraped
and it made me think of sticking plasters
and how we'd fast become ‘blood brothers'
and how we'd sworn to love each other.
I saw two kids that had no shoes
and it made me think of winter blues
and how your feet had been so sore
and it made miss you more and more.
I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of good ol' days
when troubles were all far away
and I forgot myself that day.
And I sat upon the curb again
and recalled when we were best of friends
Those days of youth so blithe and free
when I was six and you were three.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Laws
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you throw punches at actors, you stop, you pull it, and it looks like you pulled it. When you throw punches at cartoon characters, they are not there, so you can swing through. It looks like you really decked them.
quote by Brendan Fraser
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I Wrote A Nonsense Poem
I WROTE A NONSENSE POEM
I wrote a nonsense poem
It said a nonsense thing
Yesterday is not today
And winter is not spring.
I wrote a nonsense poem
It didn’t have a name
It began and so fast finished
No wonder I’m ashamed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Stuff & Nonsense
Disobey my own decisions
I deserve all your suspicions
First its yes and then its no
I dilly dally down to you, oh
But Ive got no secrets that I battle in my sleep
I wont make promises to you that I cant keep
And you know that I love you
Here and now not forever
I can give you the present
I dont know about the future
Thats all stuff and nonsense
I once lived for the future
Everyday was one day closer
Greener on the other side
Yes I believe before I met you
I assumed that your love was brighter than the stars in my eyes
Now I know how and when I know where and why
And you know that I love you
Here and now not forever
I can give you the present
I dont know about the future
Thats all stuff and nonsense
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Stuff And Nonsense
(T. Finn)
Disobey my own decisions
I deserve all your suspicions
First it's yes and then it's no
I dilly dally down to you, oh
But I've got no secrets that I attle in my sleep
I won't make promises to you that I can't keep
And you know that I love you
Here and now not forever
I can give you the present
i don't konw about the future
That's all stuff and nonsense
I once lived for the future
Everyday was one day closer
Greener on the other side
Yes I believe before I met you
I assumed that your love was brighter than the stars in my eyes
Now I know how and when I know where and why
And you know that I love you
Here and now not forever
I can give you the present
I don't konw about the future
That's all stuff and nonsense
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Push and Pull
It is hard to keep it clean,
When you push and pull.
Or acting happy when feeling mean,
When you push and pull.
And people stand around just to see one weep.
When you push and pull.
And when you say 'hello' they don't even speak.
When you push and pull.
You might see Bo Peep having some trouble with her sheep,
When you push and pull.
You might see Mary and her lambs giving Bo Peep creeps.
When you push and pull.
You might see Humpty Dumpty crawling up a wall.
When you push and pull.
You might see Perter and The Wolf eating chips at a local mall.
When you push and pull.
Ain't nothing easy,
When you try to keep your feet from sinking...
Deep!
And with no sleep.
It is hard to keep it clean,
When you push and pull.
Or acting happy when feeling mean,
When you push and pull.
And people stand around just to see one weep.
When you push and pull.
And when you say 'hello' they don't even speak.
When you push and pull.
And they push bull,
When you push and pull.
And they push bull,
When you push and pull.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The nonsense woman
The nonsense woman lives in our street
She really is not a pleasure to meet
She goes on and on about her cat Mylogie
And makes our day quite foggy
The nonsense woman went to the shops
That was just before she drops
Her cat Mylogie
And got quite soggy
The nonsense woman found another cat
The cat sat on her mat
She called it Tinker
Who was a bit of a stinker
The nonsense woman lay in bed
But to her lonliness and dread
Tinker and Mylogie were both gone
So these days she won't even eat a scone
Very much to our relief
She has got so much grief
She won't even come out her house
And all day is a quiet as a mouse
poem by by unknown author
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Grieving The Loss Of Stuff!
I just heard on world news tonight
that this generation of children
are grieving the loss of STUFF?
I couldn't believe what my ears had heard
they think they're all having it all so tuff?
Would they have grieved or missed it all?
If we as parents would have just given less?
And maybe not gone and filled their lives with STUFF
and given them, our parental best!
Grieving the loss of STUFF?
I can't believe what we have now become!
To place a price on the stuff in life!
and not that of what our lives
have given to the world and done!
So let this generation weep awhile!
they need to know what is really tuff!
And then they won't have time to moan
about not having all that STUFF!
poem by Linda Winchell
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We're thrilled to expand our relationship, knowing that with the great team at the Music Group, Word, and Warner Bros., and with their proven record of excellence, we're looking ahead to an even brighter future for Curb.
And he that said that a horse was not dressed, whose curb was not loose, said right; and it is equally true that the curb can never play, when in its right place, except the horse be upon his haunches.
quote by William Cavendish
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I Suppose I Could Hoax
With a splattering of spoofs,
I suppose I could hoax...
If that was what I chose to do.
So many folks,
Seem caught up...
In the promotion of pretense.
And with a hollowed puffed up chest,
I would strut like a Rooster...
Or a Peacock doing that as my best.
But I enjoy a peacefulness...
Undisturbed by a prioritized nonsense.
Since I've chosen to be true,
With a detesting done by those who fool...
As a way to identify themselves with substance!
And substance is difficult to fake and present,
To those who know the difference between content and waste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Second Round Ok
Why shooting from far? like women
dropp your gun let hit the ring and
throw punches for fun, i promise you
second round ok.Bang bang it
sound like a gun shot, but that
is the sound of my punches. I
got the move of Ail, the raw of
Tyson, harder than the klitschko
brothers.You will be drow in my
ocean of punches, after one round
you will be punching the air cos your
eyes will be fold.30 second into
the second round i can see you
staggering cos you are intoxicate
from my punches.you are in my
jungle and you are not going same
man cos your mouth will be broken
you face full of blood, black face shall
go with it.haahaa! why making love
to my canvass? .I got the braging
right boy.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Can You Do The Work
Intro:
Sean Paul: Bwoy Ce'cile, I see it clear yuh know, mi need ya yuh know
Ce'cile: Pleeeaaaaseeee!!! I got a man ok
Sean Paul: Yeah but mi neva hear yuh seh nuttin bout him, mi talk bout mi and you now
Ce'cile: Well he's there so I gotta let ya know yuh know
Sean Paul: Well let's go kick it then we can chill
Ce'cile: Anyway yuh caan do nuttin
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 1:
Ce'cile:
Yuh a talk bout dutty yeah
when yuh come inna mi house yuh betta don't play
Just land di big jet pon di runway
Can yuh give it to mi all night all day
Sean Paul:
Fi real now Ce'cile yuh a talk bout see what I've been goin thru
List one bag a man like yuh deh pon mi few
But wait till di Dutty get a hold of yuh (Ce'cile: Whateva)
Inna di bedroom yuh start call mi Shaka Zulu
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Ce'cile now a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 2:
Ce'cile:
Well Sean Paul get wid it badgal nuh waan nuh one minute
Or when tire punch out we rim it
Bruk every state limit, don't waan nuh joke or nuh gimmick
Got fi know how fi shock and fi sting it
Sean Paul:
Girl, well I'm most talented, betta than wah di doctor recommended
So when di time mi touch yuh it is time well spended
So when did, yuh ever see a yute so demented?
A yuh start it off now a my time fi end it
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Yuh know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 3:
Ce'cile:
Well if yuh waan di nanny nanny yo gotta mek mi holla gotta mek mi go
(Oh...yeah) Baby gimme some mo', ride it like a rodeo
Sean Paul:
Well well well thru di lightning thundastorm Sean Paul nuh stall
Mek yuh leff di wall pon a di wall yuh a crawl
Nah go ease up off di saddle none at all
Start wuk yuh inna di winter when mi dun a next fall
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Repeat Verse 1 & chorus
song performed by by Sean Paul
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