Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baby, [Bad)
Babe, I'm Really Sorry
I Truely Am
I Just Wanted You To Be My Man
I Know I'm Ugly And Annoying Too
But I Think I'm Falling In Love With You
It Seems Like A Love Story
But Baby Its Not
With Me You Feel Tied Down
And You Don't Want Me Around
You Think This Is A Game
And You Really Want To Play
But Baby Its Game Over
And I Think The Game Is Lame
And Baby Don't Get Mad
Cause I Know You Won't Get Sad
But Baby I Think
I Can Find Someone That Wants Me
Baby Can't You See? .
That This Was Our Destiny
Friends At First; And Lovers At Last
But Now I Understand That This Was Our Past
And Baby This Is It
I Know This Will Sound Like Bullsh_t, ,
But Baby I Had Funn
I Can't Believe This Game Is Done.
poem by Esmie Bonilla
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You Play Entirely By Yourself
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.
I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Football Frenzy
Football is a contact sport;
In short—a “rough” game.
It may leave you dancing,
Or it could leave you lame.
Armed with helmets, jerseys
And spandex tights—
All tough dudes,
Ready for the fight.
Digging in with spiked shoes,
And war paint on their face.
Staring down the adversary—
No mercy and no grace.
Tackles, hits and yard runs.
The scoring of “touchdowns, ”
With each team striving
For the coveted crown.
Whether dancing, banged or lame—
‘Tis the nature of the game.
And that’s okay with football fans,
They love it just the same.
poem by Walterrean Salley
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Part Time Piece
Part time piece,
Or lover on the side...
Appeals to those appeasing,
In these times truth hide.
Just to have someone to claim,
They can ignite or extinguish your flame...
Is lame.
In the game of tasteless fashion!
Getting it on to finish...
Something quick and done,
May be fun for the moment
But the joy doesn't last for anyone.
And waiting for the phone to ring
For a scheduled fling or two...
Is such a waste of integrity.
Even when one is set aside to screw!
Like finding a toy to play with...
For those with nothing else to do!
Part time piece,
Or lover on the side...
Appeals to those appeasing,
In these times truth hide.
Just to have someone to claim,
They can ignite or extinguish your flame...
Is lame.
In the game of tasteless fashion!
Lame...
When it lacks of passion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silly Game
I never thought u would be the one
That Id wanna run 2
I never thought u would be the one
That would make me care
And even tho u done me wrong
4 some strange reason I cant xplain
I get happy knowing u phoned
Cuz your voice could kill my every pain
Why do we play this silly game?
I never thought u would be the one
That Id wanna give 2
A diamond ring, anything that u ask me 2
But there u were, bragging 2 your friends
Making up a story thats so lame
That I was down 2 be your sugardaddy
One way ticket to ghetto fame
Why do we play this silly game?
Every other night u werent at home
Out in the streets, just acting grown
Never with a bodyguard or chaperone
Then I hear a rumour that breaks my heart
Instead of taking care of yourself
Ure tearing yourself apart
Now why u wanna
(why u wanna, why u wanna ...)
Now why u wanna go and do that, love?
Why do we play this silly game?
I never thought u would be the one
(that Id wanna run 2) that Id wanna run 2
I never thought ud be the one
That would make me care
No matter how far I run
Ill never be the same (Ill never be the same)
In the end, in the end, theres only us 2 blame
Why do we play this ...
Why do we play this silly ...
Why do we play this silly game?
Yeah
Ooh-ooh
Tell me why? (tell me why? )
Oh why? (oh why? )
Oh why - why?
Why do we play this silly game?
Game
song performed by by Prince
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Edens game
Snake was my name
all the same
I g by snake
just that 'tis a shame
gambling my legs to stake
in Edens game
I won going back Home; lame
to a home but lake
all the same
to the world my came
was nothing but a shake
though i lost the game
poem by Ebi Robert
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Running Game
Running game.
As if this lame routine
Isn't known or seen,
For what it is!
From one door stop to another
This practice has no depth,
Or sincerety upon its delivery.
It just travels to be played.
Amazing those who watch
Others allowing it to continue,
With supportive encouragement...
And donated loyalty!
There is nothing in it for them at all.
It has become tradition...
And that matters more than substance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here is a game
Here is a game
And game is a game
When it is played
You and I
Are only players
Who win who loss
Difficult to declared.
Here in this play
No unity no diversity
Here in this play
There is also nothing
To differ and there is
Also no barrier
I am to drive and
You are the driver.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Game Over
Counters laid, last card played, final dice thrown,
Match over, time up, final whistle blown
Game packed up, set aside, for another day
Two players, now apart, gone separate ways.
She was too committed; he hardly cared
Often she played solo, few games were shared.
In the end time ran out, so did the fun
Lost cards, broken pieces, too soon it was done.
He made all the rules up; she played it straight
He lied and cheated, it was stale-mate
Lost opportunities, failed strategies
Game plan was forgotten, nothing would please
The game is now over, nobody won
Why does she sit and cry, wanting to play on?
poem by Jackie Metcalfe
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The one game we all play
The one game we all play
We play games
To show our valour
And mainly to win
We do not mind going for coaching
If we feel we do not have the
Required strength to win
We play games
Either as a team or individual
The attempt is to demonstrate
That we are better talented
Than the team or member
Against whom we play
Nations enthuse people to play games
So that they add pride
Some games are played with
Gadgets and protective accessories
We have spectators to watch
The way we play
We have umpires and referees
Who ensure rules of the games
Are strictly adhered
And it is all a fair play
We play games indoor or outdoor
We play games in daylight
Or under artificial illumination
We score while playing
And the score achieved by a team or individual
In a specific time
Decides the winner
We telecast the games
We comment on the strengths and weaknesses
Of a team or individual
We conduct national and international
Tournaments to declare a team or individual
As champion
Irrespective of skills, race, gender
We all play a game
Which is played mainly to lose
It is an individual game
With no specific rules
With no umpire
With no spectator
With no commentator
With no TV coverage
With no scores
With no trophies
With no victory stands
With no top scorer
With no “player of the match”
But we play
Most of us like to play this game
Indoor and in closed doors
Decency and civilized ways
Do not allow this game being played in the open
There is no season for this game
It can be played any part of the day
And any part of the year
Summer, winter, monsoon seasons
Have no bearing on this game
The one requirement in this game is
Complete transparency and intimacy
Rules for this game
Vary from individual to individual
Rules also get refined
With the experience of the players
There are no restrictions to employ
Any method as both the players
Are determined to be the loser
Duration of play depends again
On the individuals
The game ends
Most often to the satisfaction
Of the both the players
In other games players declare
That they are retiring from playing
There is no retirement in this game
As players advance in age
They understand it is more a mind game
Outcome of this game
Are further more players
You guessed it right
It is the game of love
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Love Ends
love ends slowly
and then leaves you lonely
love ends painfully
and everyones ready to blame
just so they can put the other to shame
when all this is lame
its like a sick game
where no one will achieve fame
its driving me insane
is love just a sick game
poem by Sammantha Altebaumer
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Society game
from this room
i can see everything
even if i pretend to be blind
i can see you
i can see the cruelty
i can see discrimination
i can see your pain
i wish i didnt see it
i wish i'd see perfection
but it ain't any perfection in the real world
even in the imagination perfection played its last game
game over game over
it's over kid
it's game over
over and over
now you'll have to play the real game through your life away
till you put an end in your way
till there you'll win discrimantion and cruelty, the pain
you played it cool
now just pretend you stay cool
at least they won't be so glad when attacking you
this is the society game
you gotta stay cool or you'll die
in this society u'r the black sheep
don't let them to kill you first
poem by Ashley Genocide
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame
Then they came on me
They dragged me from the bar
Still wet from sweat and beer
I bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear
These men
Broke my back and made me lame
Then she said to me
Id give you everything to make it like before
To make you love me like you used to
Make you love me more
She said to me
Your life is large but your mind is lame
I cant believe my eyes
When I see the truth and all the things Ive done
And every place Im queer
I never stay I run
I know now why I live in shame
Lame...
Its hard to sleep at night
I hardly ever sleep at night
song performed by by Everclear
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Carrie Ann
The Hollies
Carrie Anne
(Alan Clarke, Tony Hicks & Graham Nash)
Single release 1967
Doo-doo-roo-roo-doot-doot-doo-roo-roo
doo-d-doo-roo-doot-doot-doo-roo-roo
doo-
hey Carrie Anne
hey Carrie Anne
{Allan Clarke vocal:}
When we were at school our games were simple
I played the janitor you played a monitor.
Then you played with older boys and prefects.
What's the attraction in what they're doing?
{All 3 vocal:}
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
{Tony Hicks vocal:}
You're always something special to me.
Quite independent, never caring.
You lost your charm as you were aging
Where is your magic dissappearing?
{All 3 vocal:}
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
{Allan Clarke lead vocal:}
You're so, so like a woman to me
(so like a woman to me)
So (so) so like (so) a woman to me
So like a woman to me.
{interlude}
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
{Graham Nash vocal:}
People live and learn but you're still learning
you use my mind and I'll be your teacher.
When the lesson's over you'll be with me
Then I'll hear the other people saying:
{All 3 vocal:}
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
Hey Carrie Anne, what's your game now
can anybody play?
Carrie Anne (Carrie Anne, Carrie Anne)
song performed by by Hollies
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Game
It is a game
Between you and me
And it is fact
We both loose
And admit defeat
And we both enjoy
by selfdeclaration
We won.
It is a game
And it can not be
Explained as before
We both responsible
For any loopholes
And become fools
It is a game
We are in shame
It is not being
Played and nobody
Can say successful.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Shaky Are the Checkers
Shaky are the checkers,
Opponents...
In a game of chess!
How can a rook,
Be mistaken for a bishop?
A strategy 'appearing' to be weak...
As the knight leaps,
To retrieve the pawn.
And put the queen in check!
Yet,
The king of the game...
Has not fallen to sleep.
His eyes are wide open...
Knowing wherever he goes,
Not protecting the queen's steps...
Would certainly meet with defeat!
'Checkmate!
That's game.
While you were looking at my bishop...
You placed your queen in my rook's lane! '
~That's 'not' a checkmate!
You just outplayed me,
By using a strategy that was lame.~
'But 'who' won?
That's all that was needed to be done.
You ready for another lesson?
This time I'll use an easier plan,
That wont leave you humiliated or keep you guessing.
Set 'em up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The reason I am here, they tell me, is that I played the game a certain way, that I played the game the way it was supposed to be played.
quote by Ryne Sandberg
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