Glad They Have Been Abandoned
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Regardless of what you might think!
But those of you who are still among the conscious...
Have to agree,
While this is going on...
The quality of life for all,
Is nearing the edge to a close call.
And about to fall off the brink!
Isolated and united in racist remarks.
Increases to diminish common sense!
Leaders are focused on catfight brawls...
While a once great nation,
Is showing a greater taste for sensations that stagnate.
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
And those who proclaimed these days would come...
Seem to be the only ones keeping their distance.
Since they have long been slandered and ostracized.
And clearly peaceful beings,
Who are glad they have been abandoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of The Forest
I would say today...
These times we live,
Are getting extremely ridiculous.
'You must have just gotten out of 'rehab'.
Some kind of 'wholeness' program.
Where have you been?
When I began to see grown men,
Baring their behinds and women...
Wearing,
Or should I say 'not' wearing too much...
To leave to anyone's imagination,
It was 'then' mind disconnections started.'
Okay.
So...
What would 'you' call these times.
We are definitely living our last days on Earth.
'Oh...
Now 'that' to me is extreme.
If that was true...
My last last days would have been many years ago.
I remember my mother telling me that.
'Boy, if you don't get out of my face,
You will soon see your last days.'
Yeah,
I think we all got on somebody's nerves as children.
But nothing makes sense any more.
'I think it does.
At least the hypocrites are exposed for what they are.
And those who say religion and politics don't mix...
Either lie to themselves or are being deceived by reality.
I see religion and politics having everything to do,
With how these times are.'
You know you will be called blasphemous,
For saying that.
'Hey...
You wanted to know what I would call these days?
I would say...
They are religiously delusional.
And politics continue to play a major part of it.'
You express a lot of bitterness.
'Yep,
I knew it.
You are on some kind of medication.
I am out of the forest.
I've seen 'those' trees before!
And I am glad I am not so blinded by the leaves.
People today are self expressing their insanity.
That's it.
And accusing those who are 'sane',
As the reason and cause for their problems.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood Suspicion
Sure I hear him say he is not like the rest.
And for many years he has been with them...
Going along.
And yet he says he had protested,
Those things done as he resisted.
If I choose not to be with anyone I do not wish...
It will not take me years,
To convince anyone or myself of this.
Sure I hear him say he has policies of change.
But there is something about someone,
Who makes claims like that...
But somehow represents conditions that remain,
Unchanged and the same.
It would be better if he wasn't a politician.
Those years he says he has been a maverick...
What makes him think,
If he has had no influence all this time...
Why would anyone give him more of it,
To sit with him and listen?
Folks today would do and say anything...
And knowing this from experience,
Leaves many distrusting with understood suspicion.
When a snake is spotted...
Most folks would not approach it,
To discover whether it was poisonous or not!
Like a dog with teeth...
It decides who and when it wishes to bite!
Remember this...
And I quote,
'What's the difference between a pitbull,
And a hockey mom?
Lipstick! '
And he has already declared women in politics,
As lipstick wearing pigs!
These are not 'those times'.
These are the times...
That 'IS'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circe's Power
I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.
I'm sick of your world
That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men;
Undisciplined life
Did that to them. As pigs,
Under the care of
Me and my ladies, they
Sweetened right up.
Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness
As well as my power. I saw
We could be happy here,
As men and women are
When their needs are simple. In the same breath,
I foresaw your departure,
Your men with my help braving
The crying and pounding sea. You think
A few tears upset me? My friend,
Every sorceress is
A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't
Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you
I could hold you prisoner.
poem by Louise Gluck
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Return of the Mudslinger
It's that time again
Every four years
Just more fearless leaders, liers and lunatics
Can't stand all the mudslingin' politics
It will never be solved
A true leader of this nation
A woman hopeful
The latest sensation
The media so insane without control
The subjects are pigs, lipstick and the black hole
A hole so deep and dark
We will never find
The true meaning of society
Love for all mankind
poem by Matt Mondschein
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So Close
Youve been keeping me in limbo
Playing hide and seek
Youve been teasing me cause you know
That it makes me weak
Youve done everything to fall in love
I know what youre running from
Kisses like these are few and far between
Now were so close yet so far away
Im breaking down the distance
With every move, with every touch
Youre wearing down my resistance
You know your lonely days are numbered
Theres nothing you can do
Therell be no more keeping us apart
Im ready for the love to start
I can almost feel it breaking through
Now were so close yet so far away
Im breaking down the distance
With every move and every touch
Im wearing down your resistance
I wanna get closer, closer to you
I can almost feel it breaking through
So close yet so far away
Im breaking down the distance
With every move and every touch
Im wearing down your resistance
So close yet so far away
Im breaking down the distance
With every touch and every move
Youre wearing down my resistance
song performed by by Chaka Khan
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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I don't get sick of politics. I'm actually very infatuated with the political process. What I do get sick of is media coverage of politics.
quote by Ed Helms
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We, the most powerful democracy in the world, have developed a strong norm against talking about politics. It's fine to talk about politics with people you agree with. But it is rude to argue about politics with people you disagree with. Political discourse becomes isolated, and isolated discourse becomes more extreme. We say what our friends want to hear, and hear very little beyond what our friends say.
quote by Lawrence Lessig
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He Talk I Am Sick
Yes i am sick because i can not standing on the street call out customer.
Yes i am sick because i can not go to Hotel with any customer after work.
Yes i am sick because i do not from far away come to beg an other men be father for the kid without marriage.
Yes i am sick because i do not going with the man i do never know before go to any where his country to make memories.
Yes i am sick because i do not sell my body.
Yes i am sick because i do not send my nude pictures to any man exchange some things.
Yes i am sick because i am not cheap women
Yes i am sick because i can not sleep with any men.
Yes i am sick because i am have only one Heart.
Yes i am sick because i can not betray without this love.
Yes i am sick because i must to hold on any things insult from the man without reason.
Yes i am sick because i am alway talking the truth.
Yes i am sick because i can not do any things or talk any things when i want to do i want to talk.
Yes i am sick because i am stupid, i am real in Love.
Yes that it is reason i am Sick.
Angel Aki
poem by Ester Worter
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I may have exaggerated a bit when I said that 80 per cent of the top 100 women are fat pigs. What I meant to say was 75 per cent of the top 100 women are fat pigs.
quote by Richard Krajicek
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We are naive and moralistic women. We are human beings who find politics a blight upon the human condition. And do not know how one copes with it except through politics.
quote by Kate Millett
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Politics is there the way men and women are there, the way the Atlantic Ocean is there. Sometimes I've written about politics specifically, I mean about politics as it's understood on television and in newspapers.
quote by Kenneth Koch
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Deep In That Socket
Lipstick thick on lips delicious.
And I wanna lick 'em...
Then sick 'em in that pocket.
And I don't think I'll deny her,
A reason...
To try it.
Since I know...
How I got it to rocket.
And she dosen't seem as greedy...
As those greedy in a 'need'.
She's not like that!
'That's a fatal attraction! '
I don't like knocking my rocks,
All alone!
Lipstick thick on lips delicious.
And I wanna lick 'em...
Them sick 'em in the pocket.
And she got it to rocket.
Lipstick thick on lips delicious.
And I wanna lick 'em...
Then sick 'em in that pocket.
And if those lips are kissin' right...
We'll get good to satisfy a moan!
Deep in that socket...
To knock, bend and bop it!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
'That's a fatal attraction! '
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
'That's a fatal attraction! '
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
'That's a fatal attraction! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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A Man's World After All
Few women in business and politics succeed
For most males think it is their right to lead
And so few women have ever known renown
Down through the ages they have been kept down.
Male heroes through the ages we recall
It surely is a man's world after all
From today's heroes back to Genghis Khan
Most of the glory it would seem for man.
In this age of technology it seems sad to say
That in many cultures women still today
Are treated as inferior by men
And equality they can never hope to win.
The women who have made it in politics and business seem so few
And it's a man's world happen to be true
And something that by now ought be long gone
The fight for the equality of the sexes must go on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women Will Rule The World
(raymond quevedo)
How different the ladies of long ago to the modern women that we all know
If you observe you are bound to see that sex has changed entirely
A long ago their one ambition in life, was to be a mother and a wife
Now they go out imitating the males by smoking cigarettes and drinking cocktails
Girls used to like to be school teachers, gradually becoming stenographers
We next hear of them as lecturers, authors and engineers
There is no limit to their ambition, theyve even gone in for aviation
And if you men dont assert control your women will rule the world
Play a bridge!
Now they say anything that your man can do, they also can achieve too
And theyve openly boasted to do their part in the literature and art
We will next hear of them as candidates for the president of these united states
And if you men dont assert control your women will rule the world
Now you hear on the radio and tv of a great national calamity
Story of tragic proportion coming from the white house in washington
The facts in the case are clearly stated the president is being cruely dominated
By a international conspiracy that threatens world peace and security
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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