Flu Blitz
The marketing of flu,
Has become a multi billion dollar industry.
There is money to be made in creating vaccines,
By private corporations.
Guaranteeing you will be ticked off and pricked...
Some awaiting to become sick,
By a disaster coming soon to a neighborhood near you.
With mandatory injections you simply can not refuse.
Since you will be scared to death not to!
Note:
Much gratitude and deepest respect to,
Hebert 2.
'Thank you, Mr. H'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blaming Poverty On The Poor
Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses
hoping for a gentler taskmaster
Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty
A.K.A, cheapest labor force
Poverty works, never ever unemployed
A much needed commodity to justify
White-collar crime classes
Teaching dastardly deeds—to procure monetary needs-
fostering avarice greed
Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses
hoping for a gentler taskmaster
Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty
A.K.A., cheapest labor force
Poverty creates jobs for those financing the societal
Institution of ya godda pay more taxes
Blaming Poverty on the poor
Look! what Enron did to those less fortunate
Blaming Poverty on the poor
Did not corporations want a billion dollar welfare check
Blaming Poverty on the poor
Blaming Poverty on the poor
Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses
hoping for a gentler taskmaster
Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty
A.K.A., cheapest labor force
No penance just punishment augmenting the pillar of economic pillaging
Poor people put in the pillory from the political pulpit
Poverty is prime property
Poverty pimps portrayed as political preachers purely punitive but polite
The pluralization of Poverty provides prestige of the patricians
Poverty, the promissory note from the bureaucratic infidel
The Truth will tell—the truth will tell
Poverty the patriotic prisoner on trial for treason
Copyright 2001
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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We've turned down multi million dollar films, simply because we liked the film better. We have the luxury to do so - we have projects that make the money, and others that we do for love.
quote by Mark Mothersbaugh
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Ms Luna Is Ticked
Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
By stirring up the waters.
And on us storm.
Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
By controlling all the fluids.
And to us she's gonna do it.
Luna...
Ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
And she has handled...
It!
But she has tired of our wickedness.
And this has gotten to her quick.
She's tired of those things we've done,
Making her sick.
And getting to the bottom of it,
She's gon' let it rip!
Ms Luna...
Is ticked!
We keep Ms Luna...
Ticked!
She's tired of those things we've done,
Making her sick.
And getting to the bottom of it,
She's gon' let it rip!
By controlling all the fluids.
And to us she's gonna do it.
To convince,
Ms Luna...
Is ticked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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“LIVES” are Priceless
Believe it, humans cost money, they’re profits, and lives aren’t
important:
“It costs to be born, ”
“It costs to live, ”
“It costs to die.”
In the agriculture industry, money comes before being fed.
In the fashion industry, money comes before being clothed.
In the real estate industry, money comes before being sheltered.
In the business industry, money comes before doing without needs.
In the health industry, money comes before saving lives.
In the funeral industry, money comes before burying a life.
Money is the main human sacrifice and those celebrities are the public example; the dramas and appraisers surrounding their lives are preyed upon by tabloids that make earnings about their publicity:
Their charity work, it’s worth bronze.
Their childhood, it’s worth silver.
Adultery exposure, nude images, drugs, DUI, etc. it’s worth gold.
Death or prison sentence, a pandemonium, that’s worth platinum!
Coming into this world you’re paying a price, but what will happen if people can’t afford to buy anymore? Nah, that wouldn’t happen—it’s always will or a way, and even with the different birth control life can’t be eliminated.
poem by Francee Bouvenir
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Money coming in says I've made the right marketing decisions.
quote by Adam Osborne
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I believe Business Objects is on the cusp of becoming a multi-billion-dollar sales company. There is tremendous growth potential for business intelligence.
quote by Bernard Liautaud
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Money
Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
Ask the disbarred lawyer,
What this sad creature
Can do: It can commit suicide,
Money, money can divide,
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease,
On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends,
And more creatures showing their hands,
Claws, guns and deadly weapons.
Money will not send you to the heavens,
Money, money is dirty and evil;
Money is a sick devil.
Money and women don’t mix,
Just like alcohol and driving.
Having hush money is not a quick fix,
But a dangerous way to go down the ravine.
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease.
Money exists to be spent:
To buy food, clothes, and to pay the rent.
Be careful with money,
Money is not a faithful honey.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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The idea that a congressman would be tainted by accepting money from private industry or private sources is essentially a socialist argument.
quote by Newt Gingrich
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Would Today Be Happier?
what if
i have let you touched me
if i have closed my eyes
and simply
worked on the feeling
what if
i simply let time
caress my
emptiness and
had it filled by
your
love
what if i just let the feeling
flow like a river
and never thought of the
the obstructions of
the conformity
what if i went with you
towards the deepest ocean
could i have made perhaps
a difference?
if i did not refuse it
would today be happier?
it took me years
to know that you have this space
inside my heart
reserved for you
my heart was then made of
stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clean Money
Paydays coming and we wash it away
Clean money, clean money
Paydays coming and we wash it away
Clean money, clean money
Thats what I want to do
I want to spend it on you
Checking on a checkmate
Grassing on a classmate
So beautiful and fortunate
He hates to love, you love to hate
He can fix you for good
cause he is the neighborhood
You cant get money for blood
Blood money for doin no good
But they wont take my love for tender
Paydays coming and we wash it away
Clean money, clean money
Paydays coming and we wash it away
Clean money, clean money
Thats what I want to do
I want to spend it on you
Have you made your selection ?
Are you ready for correction ?
cause the wages of sin
Are an expensive infection
And its under the counter
Under the geiger counter
Who stole your thunder ?
But they wont take my love for tender
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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No Incentive To Vote Sept 26th,2012
NO INCENTIVE TO VOTE Sept 26th,2012
By
James Bredin
And those in power can stay there for the rest of their lives,
Though it may be questionable that democracy survives,
So compulsory voting law or fifty dollar fine at tax time,
That should cure the problem and the numbers will no doubt climb.
Those who have been elected are not keen on mandatory votes,
The new voters may be different and sowing their wild oats,
They might want death with dignity and referendums and what next?
Best to do nothing or say it's very and too complex.
How do we get capital punishment installed in our system?
Though there appears to be fierce opposition to this wisdom,
But lethal injections could be installed without much fuss,
If the politicians and the people themselves have the guts.
Sept 26th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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An Old Tightwad
The passing of the Seasons has left her looking gray
She is one who has known a far better day
She owns her own house and she drives her own car
But for one tighter with money than she is one might have to go far
Her favourite phrase ' money is my true friend'
And she misses every dollar that she has to spend
With teenage great grandchildren her husband dead for ten years
But 'twas not for him that she shed any tears
But at the cost of his burial she did feel heartache
Though for him she did not even have a wake
'Tis said in assets and money she's a multi millionaire
But with her descendants any she does not share
Though in death she cannot take her wealth with her she does not have a will
The one who wept at the cost of her husband's funeral bill.
poem by Francis Duggan
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How To Make Money
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion
the world’s full of it
in cyberspace
and in shopping malls;
the world’s full of money schemes
in our real world
and where we buy a drink
or get more fries
it’s full on
about how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
make money, pal
they say
doing nothing;
I’ve got an auto system
and all you need is internet
and all you’ve got to do
is sit back and let the dollars roll
into your bank account
so tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
come in to this meeting
another group says
and we’ll show you how
show you how easy it is
how easy it is to make money:
it’s auto, auto, auto, fully automated
and the money keeps coming;
the money rolls
rolls in, rolls in, rolls in
tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
it’s all so easy
because we want
you to enjoy the life
we’ve earned;
we’ve made our money
and we want you to share
in the happiness;
it’s all so easy, dear friends –
we’ll guide you each step of the way;
we’ll show you how to make the money
so they’ll tell us
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money:
the only thing is
what they mean is
how to make money for them, babe,
how to make money for them
with a simple transfer of money
transfer of money, transfer of money
transfer of money from the foolish
transfer of money from the foolish to the deceitful;
wealth is, dear darling,
wealth is the transfer of money
from the foolish to the cunning
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Money (In God We Trust)
Hallelujah
Now I lay, I lay me down to sleep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
I praise the Lord afford my roll to keep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
And if I should die before I wake
Hallelujah
Almight dollar
I'm gonna take the money that I make
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
song performed by by Extreme
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Money
Hallelujah
Now I lay, I lay me down to sleep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
I praise the Lord afford my roll to keep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
And if I should die before I wake
Hallelujah
Almight dollar
I'm gonna take the money that I make
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
song performed by by Extreme
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Raining Blood
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
He sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me,
The skys crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous
Past
Betrayed by many,
Now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!
song performed by by Pantera
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Book of tenderness 11. My deepest respect goes to you
Even if you're just born
a minute ago I respect you
whether you are the infant
struggling to understand
Your new environment hail
to you! My deepest respect
goes to you and your team
Mates who you will meet
somewhere in the playgrounds
of the world.I salute you all
my deepest respect goes to
you all and that includes you
Who will be sleeping under
The stars tonight God has a
plan with you so sleep there
And wait for none knows
For how long till deliverance
notices you
My deepest respect goes to you
Who will be getting married today
Just remember that you have huge
responsibilities now it doesn't
Make sense to go sleeping around
and behave as if you skipped
The teenage years remember you
don't want to bring the scourge
Of AIDS home
My deepest respect goes to you
who nurse them and you who defends
them and you who protects them
My deepest respect goes to you
And never mind me
If your employers and your masters
and your colleagues respect you
Really you can disrespect me
I am comfortable with that
Surely you need a respite from
all this respect I offer myself
To be disrespected for a change
Surely someone some unfortunate
Brute like me must bear the brunt
of the disrespect I will carry
That cross for the disrespected
of the world for a change
I am comfortable with that
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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This Day And Age
A dog that has no heart
A dog that shows no heart
This day and age
That dog will have his day.
The ones who take your money
The faceless and the cunning. This day and age
We're all such easy prey.
They aren't worth the money that they earn
They don't deserve the money that they earn.
You fit the demographic
If cash burns a hole in your pocket.
This day and age the con men Have it made.
Dollar (5x)
Check the flavor hear me holler.
This day and age
Respect is what you're paid.
They aren't worth the money that they earn
They don't deserve the money that they earn.
Hey
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Yours Truly
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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American Youth
American youth,
Denied the truth,
Schools want money,
aint that just funny?
Hip-Hop was once
A scene preaching struggle,
And of self advancing in this
World of corporate bubble.
Now hip-hop itself has
become a sell-out,
preaching nihilist hate
and material well-outs.
Corporations cash in
On our youth's insecurities,
Now the truth has gone underground,
Where it is always pushed.
The youth are not misunderstood,
They just don't understand how
The lives of adults are full of
Zombie walking.
Some of our youth,
or a lot for the most part,
Have fallen for the lies
Of corporate demons.
Yet in America there still exists,
Youth who engage,
Socratic questioning and sincere
Love. Where do we stand?
Keep America alive,
it with us that they appeal,
Don't find your confidence in
Corporate marketing feels.
Always keep a strong mind,
We're America's youth.
We want the truth,
We do not want to give our money to you.
First explain,
Why you always captalize,
Why you always scrutinize
The voice of America, The voice of Democracy.
Screw material virtues,
Screw your corporate ambitions,
Screw your self-medicating propaganda
Screw your interest group.
Gain for us and gain
For America,
Love, Respect and
Understanding.
Your vices are divisive,
While you sit in your chair,
America itself will no longer be here,
Unless we look towards our deepest fears.
Fears grounded in false
truths through irrelevant
propaganda,
Why must our youth always surrender?
When life hits them hard,
and it's no longer funny,
After the corporations
have taken their money.
Feeding like vultures,
There must be a new voice.
The underground scene has
No other choice.
Popular Music and
Writing and poetry.
Are only a way of selling
Your soul.
Make a difference,
Not a profit,
You demonic fools.
Corrupt individuals with corrupt tools.
Do not stop questioning,
Do not stop growing.
Do not stop your confidence.
Do not give in.
Lets pursue the goal
America intends,
Freedom and justice,
Not corporate ends.
poem by Randy Briggs
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