Fresh Dupings Looped and Looted
The young are taught to solict and provide,
Fresh dupings looped and looted!
Whether clipped on,
Or cut and paste...
They revel in success.
No matter who is plagiarized.
From words lifted from books...
Or musical beats,
With hooks to seduce...
A dollar from a pocket!
Originality?
The process takes too long.
Thief is awarded.
And the practice is strong.
The only thing that is wrong about this...
The creators they steal from may still exist!
However...
They do not earn a cent,
Or profit from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tootie
You put a rose in my hand
Put a dollar in my pocket
But you dont understand
How the days grow longer, the sky is black as night
I see the morning but you wont see the light
I thought about you for a long, long time
I wrote about you but my words dont seem to rhyme
And now youre lying here
But my heart still beats for you
Had a dream about you
You sat right down beside me
And you told me we were through
It was all so real and you told me reasons why
You brought me to the window
And you taught me how to fly
I thought about you for a long, long time
I said I love you but we just dont have the time
And now youre lying here
But my heart still beats for you
I thought to hold you for a long, long time
You said I love you but my heart wont seem to chime in
And now youre lying here
And my heart still beats for you...Im trying, and my heart still beats for you
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Innovators that Supply the Real Juice
To no one's surprise,
The 'fly-by-nights' regurgitate...
For notoriety purposes that is plagiarized.
Believing what they add to discovery is originality.
And none of it from them can be produced.
Not from minds with eyes probing to redefine,
The invention of the wheel.
With a reducing of innovators that supply the real juice,
Quite noticeable from an absence of a certain delivery...
With something that identifies a style with bite.
This taste is gone.
Like the removal of salt and butter...
From anticipated fresh and heated popcorn.
And this is an obvious omission,
Diluted by those chipping away...
With a hope to experience their names up in neon.
At someone else's labored expense and creativity.
But they get away with it,
Since mediocrity sells and quicker to release...
From a mind using thought as a process to steal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Million Dollar Face
You were hungry for the lights,
You spent your nights with socialites
Youre a million-dollar baby
With the million dollar blues
And you only gave your time to people you could use
Million dollar face with million dollar grace
You got off to a real bad start
Million dollar face in million dollar lace
You wound with a two cent heart
You were mine for just a little while
But true to style and with a smile you said,
I have to leave you, baby, hold me one more time
cause I know where I should be and its a long hard climb
Million dollar face with million dollar grace
You got off to a real bad start
Million dollar face in million dollar lace
You wound with a two cent heart
Million dollar face with million dollar grace
You got off to a real bad start
Million dollar face in million dollar lace
You wound with a two cent heart
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The share of sin
Enrolled as a thief,
Unless you steal,
You cannot win your bread.
Employed as a cheat,
Unless you deceive,
You cannot earn your meal.
As the profession sins,
Its share comes to you
As does its share of profit.
21.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Revel In The Joy Of Books
Revel in the Joy of books
Revel in the joy of books
On the joy of get hooked
It’s an addiction that’s boredom proof
Indulge, it’s fun to revel in the joy of books
Take up a book and get hooked
Nothing’s wrong with getting hooked on the joy of books
Don’t’ be a fool change your outlook take up a book
Look into the joy of books
Revel in the joy of books
In monotony don’t remain stuck take a journey with a book
Find adventure and excitement in the joy of books
A book will certainly change your gloomy outlook
Take up a boot and leisurely get hooked
Books are enlightening just try reading
Free your imagination with a book allow it to roam freely
Shucks get with the program revel in the joy of books
Books they are boredom proof just revel in the joy of books.
Anthony S.Phillander©280112
Revel in the Joy of books
Revel in the joy of books
On the joy of get hooked
It’s an addiction that’s boredom proof
Indulge, it’s fun to revel in the joy of books
Take up a book and get hooked
Nothing’s wrong with getting hooked on the joy of books
Don’t’ be a fool change your outlook take up a book
Look into the joy of books
Revel in the joy of books
In monotony don’t remain stuck take a journey with a book
Find adventure and excitement in the joy of books
A book will certainly change your gloomy outlook
Take up a boot and leisurely get hooked
Books are enlightening just try reading
Free your imagination with a book allow it to roam freely
Shucks get with the program revel in the joy of books
Books they are boredom proof just revel in the joy of books.
Anthony S.Phillander©280112
poem by Anthony Shurland Phillander
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Not Into Spinning Cut Paste Conversations
Just one soul,
Sincere!
And not into spinning,
Cut paste conversations...
Clipped from over usaged,
With what is expected...
Another wants to hear.
Those with approaches,
Whether coached or surfaced tapped...
Seem to lack originality.
With a rehearsed premeditation attached.
A socialized conditioning,
Overdone and redundant trapped...
Begins with meaningless trite expressions.
With an emptiness that packs...
Every reason to deliver,
A yawn or two that attracts a catnap.
Just one soul,
Sincere!
And not into spinning,
Cut paste conversations.
Clipped from over usaged,
With what is expected...
Another wants to hear,
That would give a person purpose,
And a reason to chat...
With a comprehension to match.
'If I wasn't horny,
I wouldn't be here seeking a mate.'
~If I didn't have preferences,
You would be ideal.~
'Well,
At least we've got 'that' out of the way.
Have a good evening.'
~You too!
And by the way...
Here is my number.
I will be expecting your call.
For some reason,
My preference list just got a bit shorter.
Who knew I'd meet someone like you? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats What It Takes
And now it begins to shine
And you found the eyes to see
Each little drop at dawn of evry day
Your smile, it comes back to me
And whatever you may say
Dont let it stop, never fade away
As we got to get out in this world together, oh
Doesnt really matter if we start to make some changes, oh
If thats what it takes (thats what it takes)
Then Ive got to be strong (thats what it takes)
Dont want to be wrong
If thats what it takes
The closer I get (thats what it takes)
Into that open door (what it takes)
Ive got to be sure
If thats what it takes
And now that its shining through
And you can see all this world
Dont let it stop, never fade away
If we got to be in this life forever, oh-oh
Then wed better be taking all the chances, oh oh
If thats what it takes (thats what it takes)
Then Ive got to be strong (thats what it takes)
Dont want to be wrong
If thats what it takes
The closer I get (thats what it takes)
Into that open door (what it takes)
Ive got to be sure
If thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, thats what it takes
(thats) what it takes, thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, (thats) what it takes
Thats what it takes, oh, thats what it takes
(repeat and fade:)
Oh, thats what it takes
song performed by by George Harrison
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Not One to Contemplate Exactness
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
Like myths and legions created,
To add more flavor to the actual reality.
Instead of sweepers of streets...
Some folks are lead to believe,
They have royalty in their ancestry!
And when someone tells me they know this to be true...
I think of the Quakers and Puritans!
And others who sailed the ocean blue...
To discover a land for me and you!
Please!
And what was that between Queen Isabella,
And Christopher Columbus in 1492?
When she took a 'special' interest in Native Americans!
She bent over backwards...
To have them treated fairly although enslaved them!
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
But,
One has to admit...
A lot of what 'was'
Has been romanticized to glorify,
The truth that did exist!
And who did the twisting to eventually benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes A While To Catch A Thief
It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
They are like plagiarists...
Lifting from another statements made,
With a twisting of words to attract their appeal.
It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
Since no one would perceive them to be,
Lusting for what others have...
With no effort made they've invested to achieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much I Lied
Darling, there is one thing I must tell you, you must know
Its so hard to say the words I feel
This fancy that Im ons been going on too long
Its time to stop pretending things are real
cause Ive been living deep in sin, Ive been living blind
And I just dont know whats right or wrong
To take a chance on losing you is such a silly thing to do
A chance I might wake up and find you gone
Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue
Any private flame could be a lie
Blue, so blue, my love still burns for you
But I know Ill only make you cry
A thief can only steal from you
He cannot break your heart
He can never touch the precious things inside
Someone like you should surely be
Miles and miles away from me
Then youd never care how much I lied
So try to understand the pain
It takes so long when I explain
Please dont you forget how much I lied
How much I lied
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Dirty Job
Its a dirty job
But somebodys got to do it
Better get to it
Somebodys gotta do it
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Any work at all
Is better than none
Better buckle down to it
Gotta get the job done
Gotta earn my pay... I gotta earn my pay
I cant wait around on the lottery
And there aint no millionaires
Lookin for me
And somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebody
I can think of better things
Id rather do
I might get lucky
And Im hopin to
But until I do
I gotta compromise
The job aint much
But at least its mine
It beats standin
In the unemployment line
Put pride aside
And Ill improvise
Even if I do get a better job
Somebody else
Has gotta fill my spot
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebody
Somebody
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Its a dirty job
Its a low-down dirty job
Somebody
Even if the rules are too hard to follow
Even when pride is too hard to swallow
Its another day so its another dollar
Thats what its all about, oh
Its a dirty job
But somebodys got to do it
Better get to it
Somebodys gotta do it
Whatever it takes
Gotta keep the faith
Any work at all
Is better than none
Better buckle down to it
Gotta get the job done
Gotta earn my way
And its a workin day
The job aint much
But at least its mine
It beats standin
In the unemployment line
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebody
Somebody
Its a dirty job
Somebodys gotta do this low-down dirty job
Somebody
Its a dirty job, its a dirty job
Its a low-down dirty job
Somebody
Somebody
Somebody
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Theft of people
I am not a thief;
I don’t steal anything.
I am still a thief;
I steal people for me.
I coax others clients
To switch over to me..
I steal women’s heart
Unknown to their partners.
Paramours and elopers
Are more than a thief.
Theft of kinds is
Less a threat to us
Than the theft of peoplf.
07.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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50 Cent
'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.
I was born in the ghetto,
With the status of poverty without a fish;
I was taught in the ghettto,
With much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto,
Without the Statue of Liberty to salute;
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket but,
Who is ther to cover up your actions?
I was taught in a mud-house,
Without slippers on my feet;
That's the kind of society i cam from.
I had my education on the streets with,
Fights, Hunger and Starvation to crown the day;
But your killer gun in your pocket will,
Give you up one day.
Taught by the street lived by the streets,
Learned by the streets and loved by the streets,
Married by the street and of the cluster of a phobia!
But this way was part of my maturity;
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket.
Stealing and looting and of the plans to make the move,
But as a Human-Being who lives on 50 Cent a day!
Oh life in the ghetto,
And with the status of poverty without a fish;
But just roll your boat with a merry on your face,
For life to me was just like the mountain of snakes!
Oh life's fair fountain that eluded me,
Stealing and looting and of the plans to make it work always;
But i was just living on 50 Cent a day!
Joy to me was like the roasting of a chicken and,
Hope to me was like the killing of a rabbit;
And of an excellent value for many when one dies,
But peace to me was like the frying of plantains.
We still have leaders ruling us but,
We were still mulling to make a case like a courageous leader;
But to live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto was all that we have,
And of the cluster of a phobia of things around us!
Life in the ghetto and living on 50 Cent a day,
It was like life on the run with the bullets behind us;
And at times it was like the straw on a camel's back,
With the negativity of life to meet all the time!
Like the golden cup whose shock aroused,
We were just living to survive;
Like half-naked young lovers who called for help,
When one equals to a temper of heroic hearts;
Life in the ghetto,
But all along i do manage with 50 Cent a day!
For the peace of one's mind was with questions all the time.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Without Your Love
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Seemingly related, its complicated
Its understood now, its up to me now
Everybody knows that its over, you
Everybody knows that its gonna break my heart in two
(without your love) without your love, its wrong
(without your love) without you, Im not that strong
(without your love) I got nothin at all
Its such a long, long way to go, without your love
Needing you, needing anyone as much as I need you
Takin the truth, takin nothin for granted
Reaching out in all directions, Ill have you to stay
Waiting for an invitation, to steal your heart away
(without your love) without your love, its wrong
(without your love) without you, Im not that strong
(without your love) I got nothin at all
Its such a long, long way to go
(without your love) without your love, Im done
(without your love) without you, I cant go on
(without your love) I got nothin at all
Its such a long, long way to go, without your love
Seems now that Ive mistaken you
Seems like now I could be losing you
What I feel, its all illusion
What you feel, its so confusing
So unreal that Im still tryin to steal your heart away
(without your love) without your love, its wrong
(without your love) without you, Im not that strong
(without your love) I got nothin at all
Its such a long, long way to go
(without your love) without your love, Im done
(without your love) without you, I cant go on
(without your love) I got nothing at all
Its such a long, long way to go, without your love
song performed by by April Wine
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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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Personality
Some aspire to have it.
Many do,
With charisma too.
Others claim to fame,
Is making attempts...
To establish names,
For themselves.
And they will do that,
In a heartbeat.
No matter who is plagiarized.
They will find a way to steal,
A personality.
The origin of it may not fit.
But for them,
At least they can convince
What has been obtained,
Sticks!
As long as the glue holds.
While traveling either from Dublin...
Or to Chicago!
They will keep it.
Even if it is dismissed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transocean Ltd Strategy Time Money-Saving Decisions
Transocean Ltd our world’s largest off-shore oil rig company
continues to astonish continues to share market make a mark
after stain marking Gulf of Mexico inking in over 200 million
gallons of oil by rush exploding their rig Deep Water Horizon
now rubbing salt callously cruelly into pristine polluted raw wounds
vile nature destroying company awarded managers healthy bonuses
bonuses for major component safety to honour their environmental
strategy a series of time money-saving decisions deliberately aimed
at creating what President Barack Obama’s investigation commission
termed “an unacceptable amount of risk.” Secret Transocean policy
is revealed executive compensation bonuses motivating executives
“to keep up the good work” of cutting more dangerous safety corners
to correct what went wrong in management of Deep Water Horizon
rig takes profit profit profit time wasting big money money money
bonuses give all the wrong incentives to do the wrong thing when
principled leadership is lacking and environmental damage fines are
small change ignored. ‘The Wall Street Journal’ reports company’s “management reckons 2010 as its “best year in safety performance”
in spite of the accident” because cutting safety corners made extra
money money money. Transocean identified their magic bean profit
formula with celebratory words “we achieved an exemplary
statistical safety record.' Based on the total rate of incidents
and their severity' we recorded the best year in [our] safety
performance in our company's history.' in dollar profit terms
trashing Gulf of Mexico was a good profit write off investment
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Source of data ‘The Worden Report’ article ‘Transocean Executive Compensation Bonuses for 'Best Safety Year in 2010' in spite of the Deep Water Horizon Explosion’ posted by Dr. Worden.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Like A Thief In The Night
Like a thief in the night, you have stolen from me;
I thought that your principles guaranteed this was going to be
A fair and just process, where righteousness actually mattered-
Alas, you, in your allowance of this iniquity, must be flattered
By this suggestion-you are but a pittance of what you ought to be;
Where is this ideal of justice that my teachers taught to me! ?
What an unmitigated shame! I risked my life for your ideals!
I have begged and pleaded, yet, you have ignored all my appeals
For redress, in the face of this wholly-avoided tragedy;
And still, you seem to revel, as I obviate your iniquity.
Instead of law and order, you have gifted anarchy and chaos-
Your failures shall be exposed, no matter what the cost,
For all the world to see-they may be your judge and jury-
The sentence for your prejudice, their unceasing ire and fury!
-Maurice Harris,26 April 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Blueball Lushes
How many minutes does it take
To turn off the heat?
Make amends
And mutually retreat from this...
Hopeless, useless...
'I'm never gonna stop doing my thing,
Until you see my thing has more zing! '
Executive blueball lushes,
Crushing lives and dollar bills!
Tearing down any remnants of love...
Just to see people suffer for thrills!
How many seconds closer to lasts breaths
Does it take?
Before someone says,
'Let's mend the BS
And do a handshake!
Let's stop breaking these hearts,
That are not ours to break!
Everything we've done,
Has deepened the hate! '
Executive blueball lushes,
Crushing lives and dollar bills!
Tearing down any remnants of love...
Just to see people suffer for thrills!
Showing abilities to seduce for profit,
And turning disgusting into a skill!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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