Let's play 'Idiots Who Replace Fools For a Day'.
Let's play 'Idiots Who Replace Fools For a Day'.
We'll both pretend to be amazed,
By all that has happened.
And we will stop and congratulate,
Everyone for participating...
For letting us have our way!
We will wear buttons and pins,
In support of the huge deficit...
All of us helped to find ourselves in!
As you and I declare...
We wish to bring an end,
To those offended...
By every tragedy began,
We inflicted with intention.
And opening doors for more to endure.
Agony is not true agony...
Unless it is poured upon the heads,
Of those once middle class and now poor!
Adored is the wickedness in this!
Yes!
We want them hushed!
Those who would like to see us crushed.
We want them silenced...
Those who wish to move forward with correctness.
We want to hear cheers...
And praises from those who elected us to be here!
Let's play 'Idiots Who Replace Fools For a Day'.
And discuss our disgust for the need to change!
Let's show them how we can keep this plunge...
Going downhill at record speed!
Let us show them,
How truthfully to be deranged!
And have all request this need to feed.
Instead of that slow as you go mess!
To have those chewing up each other...
In what has been decided,
As to the type of chaos that is left!
That leaves all fighting themselves...
Over which 'democractic' lifestyle suits them best!
Let us just connect to doom...
Now!
And get this 'Who Stands For What and Why'
Deception crap,
Flushed down the nearest toilet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Related quotes
The World Is Full Of Idiots
the world is full of idiots: the dumbest you can find
the world is full of idiots: who never use their minds
the world is full of idiots: they drool upon themselves
the world is full of idiots: bodies gathering dust like unread books upon the shelves
the world is full of idiots: just like you and me
the world is full of idiots, as dumb as they can be!
the world is full of idiots: rageing war for fossil fuels
the world is full of idiots: when it is taught those who think: are just fools...
Sonnet XXII: With Fools and Children
To Folly
With fools and children, good discretion bears;
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me,
Nor older yet, nor wiser made by years,
Amongst the rest of fools and children be;
Love, still a baby, plays with gauds and toys,
And, like a wanton, sports with every feather,
And idiots still are running after boys,
Then fools and children fitt'st to go together.
He still as young as when he first was born,
No wiser I than when as young as he;
You that behold us, laugh us not to scorn;
Give Nature thanks you are not such as we.
Yet fools and children sometimes tell in play
Some, wise in show, more fools indeed than they.
poem by Michael Drayton
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A Farewell To Idiots
Come on, come on
Join the party
Mingle with our fools
A farewell to your bloody rules.
Colourful dressings and settings
Personal emotions and conflicts
Smiles and cries
We miss you, please forget us.
Calling for a presence of masters
Insulting them before some idiots
Bloody minds and capabilities
Fit for nothing, nothing in reality.
Sweet hearts miss you all
A farewell to you all
Out of all from idiots
We respect you with heart.
Deadly talks in walks
Greeting and wishes on surface
Curse and slaps in depth
We know you are ready to fight.
We miss you one and all
Name sake our love and all
Its a farewell to you fools
We mean farewell to idiots
Get lost and we begg
Never come back.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Instead of Cursing You As Some Do
Let us bow now our heads and pray!
'Dear Father...
We know You did not choose for us,
To be the idiots we wish for You 'not' to see.
We know some of us have been imbeciles.
With an assortment of college degrees.
Qualifying an absence of a diminished sanity.
Dear Father...
Would You please,
Chase this ignorance from us.
And instead of cursing You as some do...
Let us help them help us,
Open our eyes!
To see the truth in view.
And Father...
While we have our heads bowed in prayer,
Is it too much for us to ask of You...
To remove the unused space between our ears.
Inviting opportunities to listen and hear.
And replace this thoughtless emptiness,
With a purpose You identify and make clear...
As a thinking process we become to endear.
And recognize to comprehend...
That You have given us to use,
To express less stupidity!
We find much too easy to indulge.
Welcoming nonsense to excuse this abuse.
We ask this of You, Dear Father...
Since many of us,
Are showing signs we enjoy being 'nuts'!
And imitating fools.
Something we wish for You not to see us do,
With such abandonment.
Ahhhmen! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protectors of 'Dim Wittery
Please...
Do not refer to them as fools.
That credits them with too much dignity.
Fools can be re-trained.
I've witnessed this.
Although slow the process.
Call them protectors of 'dim wittery'.
They will not understand,
And believe themselves complimented.
But at least they will feel a heightened significance.
Either way.
And of course...
We will still know them to be the idiots they are.
This has been their determination to prove it.
With an active recruitment campaign sustained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What If
What if sunshine
Perchance, made a sound…
What kind of sound
Wouldst one think It to be?
Would it shriek e’er so loudly…
And pummel the ground…
Or settle like snowflakes
Drifting down… tranquilly
Pray tell, what sound…
Would clouds and haze make
Would they screech and grind
Mayhaps rasp and scrape?
What if…fog made a thoughtful thrum
And mist an insistent hiss…
And rainbows the sound of a blowing nose
What, the sound… of scent of rose… consist?
What if… a look of awe… made noise
And an angry stare could thunder?
What would be the sound of toys
And what the sound of plunder?
What if…one could hear a moonbeam
Or perceive the sound of a shooting star
And what if only fools and idiots could hear them
Would they know how lucky (or cursed) They are?
What if… only a select favored few
Could opt to hear
this other-worldly hymn
And the choice was offered up to you
What if…the sounds ne’er heard
Could be sounds rung loud and true
Ne’er heard in fact or word…except
By fools and idiots…and you!
poem by David Whalen
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Paradise Of Chaos
We march like fools in a parade of chaos.
We march like fools in a parade of chaos.
Led by our enemies.
While we sing their praises.
Led by our enemies.
While we kiss their hands.
The morning rained fire.
Let the heavens retire.
Over the eyes of the blind.
And the vioces of spoiled children.
True leadersare gone.
We turned our back too many times.
And bit the hand of the provider.
Chaos kills us.
Chaos.
song performed by by Zao from Parade Of Chaos
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To Who's Benefit Does This Advantage
Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?
Depending on how it is presented,
No one accepts a truth uncovered to be revealed.
The moment it is shown it is immediately denied.
People will lie with a straight face...
While everyone around is laughing loudly,
And wiping tears from their eyes.
This behavior is expected from a comedian.
But a 'stand up liar'?
And one who habitually does it?
And to who's benefit does this advantage?
When a people have no respect for themselves...
Who will express a guilt for not showing it to them?
Few might.
Those with eyes open wouldn't consider it.
Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Parade Of Chaos
We march like fools in a parade of chaos.
We march like fools in a parade of chaos.
Led by our enemies.
While we sing their praises.
Led by our enemies.
While we kiss their hands.
The morning rained fire.
Let the heavens retire.
Over the eyes of the blind.
And the vioces of spoiled children.
True leadersare gone.
We turned our back too many times.
And bit the hand of the provider.
Chaos kills us.
Chaos.
song performed by by Zao
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Hero
Hidden track on some versions of no rest for the wicked
I dont want to be a hero
I dont ever want to let you down
No I dont want to let you down
I can try to take you higher
But I dont want to wear your broken crown
You know it brings me down
Dont think youll ever understand me
I dont even understand me
Dont have the power to anoint you
And I dont want to disappoint the fools no more
The fools no more
I couldnt answer all your questions
And if youre lost I couldnt find the way
I couldnt find your way
You know youll have to face the music
You change your tune, you dont know what to play
So dont you run away
Everybodys talkin crazy
So think I am a ____ maybe
I dont want to hear about it
Dont want to have to scream and shout it
Fools no more
The fools no more
So I dont want to be a hero
Dont want to sit upon your crippled thrown
Ive got a life of my own
I am not your destination
Or a road thats gonna lead you home
So baby please dont go
Please dont go
Please dont go
Please dont go...
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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A Fool's Litany
When a youth they said I was uncouth, but they were wrong about me.
The world was in error as I could plainly see.
When I disagreed I did not heed whether friend, teacher or such.
I knew more than they in every way. I was better by so much.
Now I'm an adult and richer than all those poor, useless fools
Who make up a stagnant middle class where no one rules.
I seek more money so I and others in my chosen class
Can transform these non producers into a pile of broken glass.
Only then will this country regain the power it needs;
Rules not from middle class fools, but a selected, special breed.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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There Must Be Some Other Way
Youre no longer part of my life
I must remind myself again
Too much has happened to us to cause eachother pain
Its over now, theres too much guilt to share
Once there would have been a time for talking and learning
There must be some other way
To get where we have to go
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Once it would have been so easy, to do what we have to do
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Are we no more than parts in a play
Letting other people, strangers say our lines?
To think it should come to this, after all these years
What was mine and what should stay behind
Once there would have been a time of sharing, of caring
There must be some other way
To get where we have to go
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Once it would have been so easy to do what we have to do (there must be some other way)
There must be some other way
Please show me, show me another way...
------
Theres nothing much left to say
We have said it once and said it all again
This time we have gone too far, it could never be the same
Its time to carry on create new lives
Once we promised we would stay together forever
There must be some other way
To get where we have to go (there must be some other way)
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Once it would have been so easy to do what we have to do (what we have to do)
You know there must be some other way
Please show me another way
You know there must be another way
Please show me, show me another way (there must be some other way)
You know there must be some other way...
song performed by by Genesis
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For Fools Like Us
There are mothers...
Who have left their ducks unplucked.
And that's done everyday.
There are poppas...
Who have not stop clockin' who they rock,
Just to say they gave.
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
When society allows this play.
For fools like us that have to pay!
There are mothers...
Who have left their ducks unplucked.
And that's done everyday.
There are poppas...
Who have not stop clockin' who they rock,
Just to say they gave.
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
When society allows this play.
For fools like us that have to pay!
Hey.
Fools like us that have to pay!
Hey.
Fools like us that have to pay!
And there are fools made...
On a daily basis but who's gonna stop it?
For fools like us that have to pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Efforts Of The Underdog
The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'
And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.
Everyone seems to wish,
To kick those down and out.
Everyone seems to desire,
To be everywhere...
To champion despair.
The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'
And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.
'Here...
Get up.
You take the ball.
Hopefully I can block you.
If I get knocked down...
You jump over me,
Finding a space...
To speed your run.
Until you have found,
Solid ground.'
The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
The only reason why I desire to compete,
Is...
'The Good Guys Seem To Be The Ones Defeated'
And I...
Support the efforts of the underdog.
I've been there too many times myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Indignities....
Everyone of us here is
in one way or another, and by all means,
exploited. Look at these bloated masters
for whom we
serve so blindly,
they have become coated with
fat
and they all look rich and
sick and
filthy and they pat our backs
and tell us that
we are all doing good
technically, we are,
fools, modern academic fools,
idiots,
we have made monsters
who leave us nothing to ourselves
but our
being undignified
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When AI approximates Machine Intelligence, then many online and computer-run RPGs will move towards actual RPG activity. Nonetheless, that will not replace the experience of 'being there,' any more than seeing a theatrical motion picture can replace the stage play.
quote by Gary Gygax
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Easier To Run
Its easier to run
Replacing this pain with something long
Its so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone
Something has been taken from deep inside of me
The secret Ive been locked away where one could never see
Look so different, never show,
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
? ?
[mikes part]
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame and the pain I would
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame and the blame
Its easier to run replacing this pain with something long
Its so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone
Some things I remember but thought the soul bypassed
Bringing back these memories I wish I didnt have
Sometimes I think Im letting go and never looking back
I never really thought so, I never realized?
[mikes part]
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame and the pain I would
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame and the blame
Just watch it in the sun
All of the helplessness as ive
Pretending I dont feel misplaced
Its so much simpler to change
Its easier to run replacing this pain with something long
Its so much easier to run
Replace all this pain here all alone
Its easier to run
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made
Its easier to run
If I could change I would
Take all the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
I would take all the shame with me
song performed by by Linkin Park
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Overnight Sensation
(eric carmen)
Well i know it sounds funny
But i'm not in it for the money, no
I don't need reputation
And i'm not in it for the show
I just want a hit record
Want to hear it on the radio
Want a big hit record
One that everybody's got to know
Well the program director don't pull it
Then it's bound to get back the bullet
So bring the group down to the station
You're gonna be an overnight sensation
I've been tryin' to write the lyric
Not offensive but satiric, too
If you can get it in the "a" slot
It's just gotta make a mint for you
And i want a hit record
Want to hear it on the radio
Want a big hit record
One that everybody's got to own
Overnight sensation
I fit the words
To a good melody
Amazing how success
Has been ignoring me so long
I've used my bread
Making demos all day
And writing in the night
While in my head i hear
The record play
Hear it play
Hit record, yeah
Want a hit record, yeah
Want a hit record, yeah
(number one)
Want a hit record, yeah
(number one)
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Unknown
Change, when the trust is gone.
Know where you belong.
For sometimes it hard to see.
Blinded by a fools kindness.
Letting go of everything.
Baring yourself for everyone to see.
The humiliation of being humble.
Deny whats waiting for you under a tree.
Pretend like your a disease.
Bury all your wants and needs.
Better yourself only to not succeed.
Failure of a plan so perfect that nothing should go wrong.
A pitch black soul sucking the life right out of you.
Being bled dry only to realize.
It was all for nothing.
A unrelenting premonition.
This will happen when least, suspected.
Rejected, before you even try.
Stall time.
Wear it down.
The disappearance of friendships everyday.
How quickly it fades.
A constant change.
Become one of the deranged.
So it ends with one changed.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Fools
I know this feeling inside
Has just made up my mind
Im gonna take this chance
And do whats in my heart
You always said that
Youd stand by me
And help me get along
So understand
I must do whats in my heart
I know this feeling inside
Has helped me to carry on
So as the days go by
And the nights that never end
You play the clubs
And you play the game
The next day you will find
Youll have to try and
Please that fool again
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
And I know that
Im not afraid of you
Day after day I feel this way
That I need to be moving on
You know I depend on you
Dont get me wrong
Ill throw the dice and
I play the game
And hope we get along
Even then I wont be fooled again
So Ive read your words and
Ive signed my name
But I cant make up my mind
If you really care or youre
Playing your games
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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