Executive Privilege
Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.
'Silence!
I am a professional.'
You may become addicted,
To then put your search at a serious risk.
And I will be the first you arrest,
For soliciting frisking!
And stalking 'you' just to do this.
'Silence!
I am a professional.'
Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.
If I were you,
I'd be careful how you do it.
Since I am innocent of implications.
And that I can prove.
But a frisking done might satisfy...
My need to have more of your hands applied.
Since you are the first to thoroughly search.
'This is serious business.
Stop giggling.'
I can't.
Not with your hands where they are in my pants!
'I am seeking something you may have concealed.
I told you I was professional.
And 'that' is real.
Ooo...oh!
Isn't it apparent,
The only weapon I have has been revealed!
'You are a pervert! '
And you seem to enjoy my perversity!
With a fondling done that has ended on your knees.
'You have been cleared!
I can't find anything suspicious here! '
You are the liar!
You female cops like to set pants on fire!
As if to do this is an executive privilege.
'You are free to go.'
Where?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liar, Liar Pants On Fire
Liar, liar we see the fire
coming from your mouth each day.
The fire that burns the truth
as we struggle along our way,
the fire that inflames the heart of those
that are tired of the words you speak.
So many deceptions that come our way
day after day, week after week.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
what will it take to see you on a burning pyre?
Never a trustworthy thought do you keep.
How can you close your eyes and sleep?
It has become your way of living.
You say nothing that's worth forgiving.
For you're a liar, liar
with your pants on fire.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Love So Ordinary
Silence breathes…
When all is still
and there is just you and me,
I can feel the silence
stirred only by our breathing
not yet synchronised.
Fire crackling in the grate,
muffled movement from outdoors
are not part of this silence here with us.
Knees touch, hands reach,
our eyes complete the connection.
Silence listens.
Silence speaks…
Warm touch, getting stronger
as we stand, move together
in this dance of love and understanding.
Nothing exists but the wonder of each other
holding gently to this delicate thread.
Slowly time passes.
Seasons change and new worlds emerge.
You and me and light and love.
Together we eclipse what we are apart.
And when we need it so…
Silence reveals.
poem by Jean Renwick
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Running Around Loose
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been others who have treated them...
With offending indifference.
And have done this to them,
For no apparent reason...
As their telling of this story begins.
Upon hearing this,
One should take two steps backward right away.
But these sympathy soliciting conversations,
Can be difficult to detect...
When a professional is in action.
They know just what to say.
These same people...
Seem to have no excuses to make,
Or alibis to offer...
When they are caught in the midst,
Of trying to sell new versions of their lies...
To anyone who had missed the originals.
But had forgotten who they were told to...
With a re-telling to include omitted names,
And what they did that was found to be horrific.
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been those who have treated them...
With offending indifference.
And have done this to them,
For no apparent reason...
Can be directly associated with,
Why there are so many mentally sick folks...
Running around loose yet appearing totally sane.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let's Sew Our Pants Together
Raise the window
Its getting hot in here
All these breathers
And all of these suckers
Shake my hand now
Pleased to meet you but
Skin is pretty
But underneath you're a monster
Are we friends now?
Am I your brother?
Can we bleed together
Are we lovers?
Let's sew our pants together
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Let's climb right in forever
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then won't we all be so clever?
If we sew our pants together
Wake the next morning
One below the waist
But you want poached eggs
And I want to go to the bathroom
What do we do now?
What do we make of this?
Can my blood flow
Apart from your stitch?
Let's sew our pants together
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Let's climb right in forever
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then won't we all be so clever?
If we sew our pants together
Lets set our hair on fire
Lets throw our hearts in the mire
Lets sell our eggs to any buyer
We've made a liar of desire
Lets sew our pants together
Lets sew our pants together
We've made a liar of desire
We've made a liar of desire
We've made a liar of desire
We've made a liar of desire
song performed by by Weezer
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Professional Crastination
Cant u see how easy it becomes
Procrastinate, were professionals
Get things done, you cant, too busy
Having fun were professionals
Professional crastination its a way
Of life if youve got lots of time
Put it off cause tomorrow sounds
Much better than today
Always late, not sometimes, occasionally
Consistently, were professionals
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Why cant we ever be on time?
Professional crastination its a way of life
If youve got lots of time
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Professional crastination
song performed by by NOFX
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By the time I was 22, I was a professional. A young and flawed professional, but not an amateur.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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Silence, a weapon
Silence misread, one is misled.
Silence taken for ‘no’ costs chances.
Silence taken for ‘yes’ brings trouble.
Silence over read, the goal is lost.
Silence under read, the bus is missed.
Silence is a mysterious weapon,
With which the clever get away.
30.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Professional managers, coaches, and players have a right to question an umpire's decision if they do it in a professional manner. When they become personal, profane, or violent, they have crossed the line and must be dealt with accordingly.
It's Interesting
It is funny how good friends forget each other
Most funny that it is you
My name you cannot remember
I call it your game
yet deep within me something yells
'he is just just just HIM'
It is hurting and most baffling you are crazy now
amnesia is your best friend now
Oh liar liar pants on fire
Tell me how you cope not being burnt
Oh oh you
Tell me how you live without a lip
I do not know where I missed it
Or was it a mix up?
You are a mix
A mix you will be
poem by Bambi bells
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I'm not a professional politician. I'm a professional problem solver, and I believe we should cut the salaries of senators and congressmen 10 percent until they balance the budget. I call that conservative common sense.
quote by Herman Cain
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Ariel And The Naked Truth
Ariel Hugh Grant, did a very naughty thing
hired street professional, joy in car to bring
caught with no pants on, your time now to sing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pants
Gonna take off my pants gonna take off my pants gonna take off my pants gonna take off my pants and your mama cant stop me and your papa cant stop me and the police cant stop me no one can st
Gonna do it right now gonna do it right now Im gonna take off my pants gonna take off my pants and your teachers cant stop me and your priests cant stop me and your firemen cant stop me and
President cant stop me will you take off my pants? will you take off my pants?
song performed by by Randy Newman
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A blank wall of social and professional antagonism faces the woman physician that forms a situation of singular and painful loneliness, leaving her without support, respect or professional counsel.
quote by Elizabeth Blackwell
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXV: Journalist Alarm
Do you look for news or do you search the truth
Do you take it as job or do you enjoy it as life
Do you act like professional or do you make it personal
Do you obey the unspoken rule or do you excuse your role
Do you open aggressive attack or do you mask polite task
Do you want to be mirror or do you want to be window
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Cleaning Lady
She knows where the dirt settles
She knows how to clean
She knows how to wet the floor
And polish it to shine
Power of the vacuum
And reach of the broom
She knows her business
A true professional.
In chaos I see order
I know how the world moves,
Dynamics of dirt
And way things rust
Are hard for me to handle
All in a timely way.
At her hands
The faucets sparkle
Her touch turns
House to home
A smile will then
Light up the face.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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The Professional Children's School, it's for professional kids, so if you wanted to ditch, you could just write, Audition on a note and leave. I didn't really like school all that much.
quote by Kieran Culkin
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When I was 13 years old, a professional theater company in my town needed a kid actor. I auditioned, and I got the part, so for just a few weeks I became a member of the company and I met some professional actors.
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Due to a big bust in Cuba, my father's business suffered badly, so I was free to choose my own career. I became a professional dancer, and I went on the road and started making real money.
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Highly Skilled AND Quite the Professional
When she squeezed my 'noogies'
I indeed had a fit.
I wanted her to immediately produce,
Her 'learning' certificate.
'Look at the wall to your right and cough.
No need to look at me,
As if you are pissed off.'
She insisted she was a doctor.
Dressed in black and not a white smock.
She told me to dropp my pants to examine...
My prostrate and other things I've got.
'Bend over. Spread those cheeks for me.'
~Do you understand how uncomfortable I am? ~
'I'm only here to do your prostrate examine.
Your primary doctor made this request.
And I'm a 'specialized physician'!
Mister Pertillar?
Get over it!
You can 'now' pull up your pants.'
I was hot!
Not for her.
Just hot.
And I was more shocked that she was beautiful.
That part of my prostrate appointment...
I came to hate.
But it was too late.
She was highly skilled AND quite the professional.
With a big diamond 'rock' on her left hand.
Out of my league.
And clearly not 'dating' material.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Were art to redeem man, it could do so only by saving him from the seriousness of life and restoring him to an unexpected boyishness. The symbol of art is seen again in the magic flute of the Great God Pan which makes the young goats frisk at the edge of the grove. All modern art begins to appear comprehensible and in a way great when it is interpreted as an attempt to instill youthfulness into an ancient world.
quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset
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