Disturbed Psychologically
A ripping apart of 'standards'
Does not occur
When people have been politically correct.
Or profess to have qualities that are perfectly expressed,
With a display of proper etiquette.
A ripping apart of 'standard's like those witnessed,
Occurs
When people are disturbed psychologically.
And desperately wish to be correct!
By pointing out the flaws of others.
Enforcing their own beliefs,
To such a degree...
They seek to be bailed out,
From their own failures created.
And 'everyone'...
Whether ostracized or despised,
By racist insecurities or flat out lies told...
Pays a price to right these wrongs,
Condoned by crooks.
Whose peers are also professional thieves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Postmodern Light
If you don't support ‘progress’
You're not politically correct
Though often it is pure foulness
A perfect product of the imperfect.
If you believe in freedom
Yes, you're politically correct
But one's liberty is another's serfdom
Power in the hand of the elect.
If you're not a feminist
You're not politically correct
So do not swing your fist
Even when you are erect.
Your values and tradition
Are politically correct, perhaps,
If your divorces keep going on
Imbued with other family mishaps.
If you're not a ‘postmodern’
You're not politically correct
So just raise high your lantern
And irradiate for stage effect.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Look At You Over There, Ripping The Sawdust From My Teddybear (demo)
You got your crust
Turning my daydreams into dust
Oh look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
You're so darn pretty girl
Well I think you know it you was you
On Monday morning putting back yakity yak
Oh look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
You take the pebbles from the babies rattle
You make Santa's raindeer look like cattle
You take Tinkerbells rust
And turn it into sawdust
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
You take the pebbles from the babies rattle
You make Santa's raindeer look like cattle
You take Tinkerbells rust
And turn it into sawdust
You got your crust
Turning my daydreams into dust
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Yeah look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Over there, over there, over there, over there
My poor teddybear, teddybear, teddybear, teddybear
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Any Other Time
I remember there was a time,
I found it easy to do things controversial.
With a doing to offend those...
Politically correct and doing their best,
To have themselves perceived...
As having proper etiquette.
Upholding standards that were then valued.
Today my maverick ways are so passe they bore.
Even today a great leader can pretend to debate,
But then again appear to snore.
While he lets his opponent win,
When any other time this same opponent...
Would find himself ignored.
'Why do you think he allowed that to happen? '
People are already aware of his skills and abilities.
I think he made it understood by all...
Just how effective his opponent will be as a leader.
'Do you think it was a new strategy? '
No, not really.
I just think the President felt he would use the time,
To get some sleep!
'Do you think the next debate will be any different? '
Well, that depends.
'On what? '
If the opponent decides to appear,
Without the need to play charades.
Or disguise in yet another masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Socially Appropriate And Required Correct Etiquette
I often amaze myself,
How unphased I can become...
By those things done,
That today are acceptable.
When those exact same procedures,
Had been once scrutinized,
As unethical.
And now that the 'unethicalness',
Of what yesterday was not politically correct...
Is in place.
And more of what 'then' was initiated,
Has been updated to be regarded...
As socially appropriate,
And required correct etiquette.
And yes...
B.S. still retains its full implied meaning,
As it applies.
And...
With a bunch of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is a strange hypocrisy preached by the politically correct fascists, aka, neo-McCarthyites, of the nation, who imagine themselves to be members of a progressive intelligentsia. In their minds, it is perfectly acceptable to denounce the residents of heartland states in the most vicious, pejorative, terms, e.g., hicks, rubes, inbreds, hillbillies, rednecks, bible thumpers, etc. However, in the minds of the bi-coastal intelligentsia, it is entirely unacceptable for those same heartland residents to cast analogous negative epithets upon those groups who constitute the new Tyranny of Minorities, e.g., LGBT, black supremacists, illegal aliens, Atheists, etc., all aiming to impose their norms upon the heartland. Membership within any minority does not grant special exemptions nor privileges and, most importantly, does not excuse any egregious lapses of social etiquette. Until the politically correct fascists learn to respect their own heartland neighbors, they best cease didactic, condescending, lectures about how they expect others to treat them.
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Can We Circumvent Trudeau's Charter Feb 13th,2011?
Trudeau’s Charter brought us multiculturalism in spades,
As the once proud Canadian culture is disregarded and fades,
As multiculturalism supports separate ghetto places,
Satellite dishes and Trudeau’s Charter right in our faces.
Can’t encourage amalgamation because they will not elect,
A politician who might appear to be not politically correct,
With “EVERYONE” in the world coming here to claim Charter rights,
Politically correct politicians pretend that this is a great delight.
We could circumvent Trudeau’s Charter with binding referendums,
If we had proper leadership to write the proper memorandums,
And tell the appointed Supreme Court that we are in charge,
Write another constitution because what we have is too large.
Feb 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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RIP The Night Away (Sunrise Reprise Remix)
If it ain't natural, then it ain't real
Ohh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Ohh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
If this was the last joint, that we ever rolled up tight,
I'd want to be with good friends, underneath that open sky,
Play some mellow music, throw our dreams into the fire,
Release all the demons, and our souls are uprising
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
There's nothing in the world like some good times and good vibes
Surrounded with your friends and your family by your side
All the time you spent together going out havin' fun
Doin' the things you do, this life style's got us on the run
Life's too precious every moment make it count
Some days you're on the top some day's you're down and out
This life's a gift, I'm gonna shine my light
So sit back, relax, get high, with us and kick it with us tonight
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the nigh
song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
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Out Of The Confines Of Definitions
They wish to define soliloquies,
As a dramatic monologue...
Spoken in a reflection,
By one who rambles in prose.
You know...
Those who profess to be 'scholars'.
AND...
Degreed!
They wish to 'confine' poetry,
As a delivery of lines...
For those who believe,
They have an expertise...
Of what they perceive,
Is an etiquette definition of poetry.
Something, of course...
That elevates the nature of it,
To proper standards that are elite.
Well...
When I receive an image,
And it is written to create an effect.
I am not the one to count lines...
With a caring done if it has rhythm or rhyme.
If I am emotionally affected and what I read connects,
The author of what I read that touches me...
Could be a literary genius!
Or someone considered out of their mind.
And most times,
People who create are just that.
Out of the confines of definitions,
To create their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hurricane / Cradle To The Grave
From cradle to grave
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft as the breeze,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
I am woman, I am son!
I am woman, I am son!
Cant see where I run, no matter how far!
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft like the breeze,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
Want some [? ] twice a [? ]
I can see, over candle-light,
Ill take care of you, untill you die.
I can [? ] brush, I can [? ] screw,
When I walk by, flowers will bloom.
Want some [? ] twice a [? ]
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin...my head should be aching!
I can see, over candle-light,
Ill take care of you, untill you die,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin...
song performed by by Grace Jones
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No Way
Lately things wont go my way
Lately everything is grey
It feels like something
It feels like nothing
So I came too far
To end up this way
Feeling like Im god
Feeling is no way
So Im angry for today
Angers the only thing Ive made
It feels like something
No its nothing
So I came too far
To end up this way
Feeling like Im god
Feeling is no way
To live this way
Hating, feeling, falling
To the place where people haunt me
I cant help but give up
Falling to the place where people know me
I cant wait
To give them these feelings of hating
Keeping in side me
For all to take
Picking at me
Theyre ripping at me
Ripping at me
So I came too far
To end up this way
Feeling like Im god
Feeling is no way
To live this way
song performed by by Korn
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Rip The Night Away
If it ain't natural, then it ain't real
Ohh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Ohh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
If this was the last joint, that we ever rolled up tight,
I'd want to be with good friends, underneath that open sky,
Play some mellow music, throw our dreams into the fire,
Release all the demons, and our souls are uprising
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
There's nothing in the world like some good times and good vibes
Surrounded with your friends and your family by your side
All the time you spent together going out havin' fun
Doin' the things you do, this life style's got us on the run
Life's too precious every moment make it count
Some days you're on the top some day's you're down and out
This life's a gift, I'm gonna shine my light
So sit back, relax, get high, with us and kick it with us tonight
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
(Rip the night away)
Burning, burning, burning
(Rip the night away)
Burning, burning, burning
(Rip the night away)
Burning, the night away
Take me to the mountain high, where I can smoke a bowl in peace while I drive
I'm on a
Back road with my sunroof open, on the way to meet the friends, we'll gather and tokin', and we
Build a fire and chill for the night, get drunk on old times and roll a few, what I like we just,
Sit there, fire and reminisce 'bout the best days of our lives and we be the ones blazin'
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
Oh we gon' be kickin' tonight
We gon' be sipping tonight
Ripping the night away (rip the night away)
Oh, when the time is right
Another full moon light
We rip the night away (rip the night away)
song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
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Generational Theft
They talk about 'their' principles.
'Their' values,
Standards!
And 'their' land.
They talk about 'their' rights.
'Their' rules and restrictions.
And who is not correct in etiquette!
With 'proper' social grace...
That makes them uptight!
They talk about themselves,
And 'their' interests...
That has led others on the brink,
Of a global blight!
But nothing has been mentioned,
Of the spread of this disease...
That has blinded them,
Of a consciousness with sight!
And 'their' way of life,
Has caused severe harm to humanity!
That has created an economic devastation.
Keeping them in fear.
And awake at night!
And...
They campaign,
To lay the blame...
Upon others for 'their' shame!
Referring to 'their' own need,
To feed 'their' own greed that has bled them...
'Generational Theft'!
And yet...
They have planted these seeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of Improprieties
Politically speaking,
How much correctness is left?
How much of it is there,
Yet to still be addressed?
And politically speaking...
Where are those willing to confess,
The business of their politics,
Whether right or left inspected...
Has spent too much time,
On addressing correctness.
A tremendous mess that has been left,
No longer impresses...
Those most affected,
By the obviousness of improprieties.
And,
Politically speaking...
Who is monitoring the effectiveness,
Shown to have been neglected.
And reflects upon a declining of a social etiquette.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cursed By Trudeau's Charter Of Rights
Sleep-walking nation with soft-on-crime judges sitting on the bench,
Some are educated even bilingual in English and French,
But too many are politically correct to a fault,
The few that are real good never get a media exult.
Are prisoners given easy early release because of small jails?
Is this significant or should we is bother with details?
Why does the media believe that everything is fine?
It’s all politically correct and nothing in decline.
Unfortunately we are cursed they with Trudeau’s Charter of Rights,
Which politicians and the Supreme Court cannot rewrite.
At least, that’s what they say, which doesn’t seem correct
Is there such a thing as a dictator that we could elect?
Dec 26th 2010
poem by James Bredin
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Tissue Tigers (The Arguers)
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
Its all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
Its all hot air.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
Youd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
Ive trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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Tissue Tigers
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
It's all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
It's all hot air.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
You'd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
I've trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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I'm Gonna Be My King
I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to
Remember all the things I'll never know
Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong-but
It's always so hard because something's going wrond-but
I try to remember all the things I'll never know
And then it crashes on down without a warning there's a sound
And the next thing I know is I'm flying off the ground
I try to remember all the things I'll never know
If you could hear mt heart-it'd sound something like this
Not from my memory-what do you want from me
Spinning through the ages left laughing at the dazes-
left me nothing that I want nor I need
My pain is running plenty, my anger's nearly spent me-
getting harder from the suffering
Chorus:
You crash my world and you're going down, run away and
I'll hunt you down
Start me up and that's the way it gonna be
I gotta rule my world I'm gonna be my king I got it all set up
I'm gonna be that everything
Ssh! now listen up...my heart's got something else to say!
Out of my memory...that's all that's left of me
I'm tired of your lying, have no more of your denying...
never want the future to turn to that past
Thoughts annihilated-you're mentally constipated-
to disturb, it from the things that don't last
Chorus
I'm gonna be my king
Ripping apart at the mind
Ripping apart at the mind-you mentally try to slay me
Ripping apart at the mind-why you trying to do me
Ripping apart at the mind-why a king couldn't save me
when you mentally slay me
A simplistic introduction to a complex destruction-
from the friction that they're sponsoring
Unable to delete the memories incomplete-
cause the hope and joy they're conquering
It's spiritually uncleansing-the nightmare's never-ending-
now you're striking the proverbial kill
But you underestimated how highly agitated-
was my purpose and my power and will
Chorus
Can't nobody stop me can't nobody stop me
I'm gonna be my king
I didn't see it, no Ididn't hear it I was just trying to remember
all the things I'll never know
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Troubled
So troubled are they.
With their perceptions,
Of ways a perfected life...
Should be lived.
How romantacized ancestors,
Adorned values...
With overstated etiquette.
Lost in embellished time capsules.
While an infusion of the best of barbaric ways,
Displayed.
Expresses a digressed advancement.
Full with praise.
And completed...
By the use of politically correct,
Table manners.
'But we are at war! '
I see that you are.
This has been observed.
But tell me...
When have you not been?
Mentally!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Score Themselves
i agree, perfectly, deserve
a ten.
why not? why wait for others to praise us?
they set standards, we don't
we welcome every word without questioning that
oh this is proper this rhymes this is a poem
the critics like this and this is just perfect for the next coffee book
the next year's anthology
all giraffes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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