Prioritized Neccessity
Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.
Some have done this without hesitating,
They are glad they have done this and quick.
Uncouth the booting to losers who have shown,
The booting to them done...
Has been deserved with their earning every bit of it.
Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many 'Boos' Have Been Booted
Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Those boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
Nicknames once adopted for each other have gone.
And now they're out to prove they are nobody's ding-dongs.
Many 'boos' have been booted,
And the pain they feel will not be...
Muted.
Many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And,
Many have adopted a new campaign.
Trying to shake an old boo from their game.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And...
Those boos scooted try to get unhooked.
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Have been de-rooted.
Ma-many 'boos' have been booted,
With their hearts left in pain.
Many boos have been booted,
To the curbs they have been scooted.
And those boos scooted try to get unhooked,
But with their noses opened it is hard to shake that look.
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop...
Can not accept they've been de-rooted.
Bruised boos!
Those poor boos broken with a booting from the coop,
Have been de-rooted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women Is Losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers.
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I said, if they told you that they want you
Say they come around and wind up your door.
Whoa i say now, if they don't desert you,
They'll leave you and never be here for more!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!
I said i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, everywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I say they wear a nice shiny armor
Until there is a dragon for to slay.
Now baby,
Course with men beggin' to pay 'em
I'll say they're bound to run away, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
I said, i know you must have heard it all
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men almost seem to end up on top, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord,
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Men always seem to end up on top.
Oh yeah, they'll use you and confuse you
They'll leave you when no one has thought to play.
They might say to watch out after your conduct
Why the hell there ain't another way, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
So now i know you must have heard it all,
Ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Even The Losers
Well, it was nearly all summer we sat on your roof
Yeah, we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon
And Id show you stars you never could see
Baby, it couldnt have been that easy to forget about me
Baby, time meant n othing, anything seemed real
Yeah, you could kiss like fire and you made me feel
Like every word you said was meant to be
No, it couldnt have been that easy to forget about me
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the lo sers keep a little bit of pride
They get lucky sometimes
Two cars parked on the overpass,
Rocks hit the water like broken glass
I should have known right then it was too good to last
God, its such a drag when youre livin in the past
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers keep a little bit of pride
They get lucky sometimes
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers keep a little bit of pride
Yeah, they get lucky sometimes
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Finders Keepers
I kicked out of the surf
And stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my woody
To a hamburger stand
And when I got back
My nine five board was gone
She said yeah she said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
I saw a hodaddy
Paddlin out by the pier
Well he musta got my board
cause mine isnt here
But I know how to fix him
Ill just raise that meatball flag
He said yeah he said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
He took off on a swell
When he saw the flag
Hes just a crazy hodaddy
Pullin some kind of gag
He went over the falls
And now my boards
Coming back to me
I said yes I said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
(thatll teach him to mess with my board
Next pass next time...)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Booting Out The Dust
booting out the dust of the house onto the streets
and inviting it back on the floors of the house
remind the venting out of our grudges in monologues
and flooding in others' grievances into the portals of our minds-
a task untiringly performed by one and all.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Seasonally Adorned and Erased As Etched
Substituted duties saluted,
With a booting done...
Of those original attributes,
To dilute them and a significance...
That had inspired with influence.
Diminishing a longevity.
And a weakening encouraged,
Of a strengthened history...
That could nourish and flourish,
With a sustained courage.
But if those affected accept this...
Identities are quicker to switch,
Like the fading of fashioned fads.
With a reduction meant to be,
Of any sign of integrity.
Seasonally adorned...
And erased as etched,
From a designer's pad...
For another to sketch.
With no intent to have it last.
While delighting to see,
A pack of dogs fetch a bone...
As time from them is taken,
To humor the doers practicing their traps...
To induce those who condone what's shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winning Is Knowing
Sometimes winning
Is knowing
When defeat
Is unavoidable!
Avoiding defeat,
Is a game for losers.
And losers seldom win!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cause and The Defect
Angry?
Why?
Your delusions denied the truth.
With a booting done,
Of those you gossiped were disgruntled.
And were against your standards lived!
Angry?
Why?
You chose to accept the lies in your life,
As they are.
You campaigned to keep things the same,
And unchanged.
With a resisting quick of any reality mentioned.
Angry?
Why?
Those attempts tried to awaken you,
Led to arguments and lives disrespected and slandered.
If you are angry...
Be mad at yourself.
Look in the mirror at your reflection,
And begin to curse!
You have been the problem.
The cause and the defect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The privacy of glorious light
A privacy of glorious light is hers
Could anyone tear it asunder
And reveal the farce?
it is the ordinary uncouth woman
Come from Mars
It is the ordinary uncouth man
Hunchbacked and harsh
Mounted on a kangaroo and a cobra
Pronouncing a curse upon the halleluja
Of modern civilisation
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Winners & Losers
Pop/Jones
Winners and losers which one am I,
is it the same under the sky?
black motorcycles and the will to survive
losers and winners low and high
in this glass and wire world
surely leeches gain the right
to send their message screaming
one that has no meaning
to people who feel
questions and questions plain as your nose
but who would believe a little rose?
winners and losers in love with themselves
no santa claus no happy elves
in this smoking gun existence
it gets harder to unwind
i'll just eat my breakfast
try to keep my questions
starving all night
out in the suburbs i met
my true fine love
down in the suburbs i met
my true fine love
she gave me money
she gave me head
she gave my everything
and then she went dead
stick out your thumb
and hit the open road
cat in a mercedes
goes by, he's old
he's got some, you got none
together maybe you can have
some fun-winners and losers
gentlemen boozers
winners and losers
roll roll roll roll
roll your money down
rock rock rock rock
takln' over this town
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Winners & Losers
Pop/jones
Winners and losers which one am i,
Is it the same under the sky?
Black motorcycles and the will to survive
Losers and winners low and high
In this glass and wire world
Surely leeches gain the right
To send their message screaming
One that has no meaning
To people who feel
Questions and questions plain as your nose
But who would believe a little rose?
Winners and losers in love with themselves
No santa claus no happy elves
In this smoking gun existence
It gets harder to unwind
I'll just eat my breakfast
Try to keep my questions
Starving all night
Out in the suburbs i met
My true fine love
Down in the suburbs i met
My true fine love
She gave me money
She gave me head
She gave my everything
And then she went dead
Stick out your thumb
And hit the open road
Cat in a mercedes
Goes by, he's old
He's got some, you got none
Together maybe you can have
Some fun-winners and losers
Gentlemen boozers
Winners and losers
Roll roll roll roll
Roll your money down
Rock rock rock rock
Takln' over this town
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Killing innocent people by surprise is not called "a thousand points of light." But, as frightening as terrorism is, it's the weapon of losers. The minute somebody sets off a suicide bomb, you can be sure that person doesn't have "career prospects." And no matter how horrendous a terrorist attack is, it's still conducted by losers.
quote by P.J. O'Rourke
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Texture
It is not important,
What it does.
How it does it.
Or if it is viable,
To those who deem it as a need.
If it feels good.
And the texture of it is right...
It will be made to be in demand.
Felt and caressed between one's hands...
Before the stock market is closed!
With the booting of buns.
Whether they are tightly held or not!
'You mean 'bonds'? '
Buns, bonds, balls...
Whatever.
This is about texture!
The feel and the description of it!
Not what they are called.
But how they feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A School Of Losers
the school of losers
gather one day in the sea
at the reef
under the anemones
on a drinking spree
of sea
and foams
having done nothing
about their loss
they simply talk about
other matters
those trivial ones of course
stories about losers
their lives
and irredeemable
selves
i do not pity them
i think it is just a waste of time
under the sea
on the reef
with the anemones
the jellyfishes are coming too
sooner.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Losers Win?
Freedom beyond liberty
A goal not for all to attain
Most loose it from failing
Others by whom to blame
Freedom is only for the willing
Willing to look beyond the rule
They gain no forgiving
For not doing what serves the gruel
Freedom need be hard if to sustain
For the losers always seem to win
The challenger being reason to blame
So losers can feel good again
poem by Joseph PARASCANDALO
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Success
success is simply
a matter of how we think
things turn out to be,
born losers are those
whose parents think they are,
losers from the start till they end
until they decide to change
the ability to see through
the mess and rise above
a certain familiarity
away from the crowd
and inside
the magnificent
feeling that i am what i think...
think like a winner
and act like a winner
don't quit keep moving
for in truth
failure is just
success delayed
a little bit...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Are The Champions (feat. Anastacia And Cast)
I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions -
of the world
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
and everything that goes with it -
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
and I ain't gonna lose
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions -
of the world
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions
song performed by by Queen
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Dateless Losers
We are all on our own with no one by our side
You are so lucky, beautiful and bright
All the cool kids go steady they're making out at 12-
we sit in our rooms alone
by ourselves it's Friday- no phone call, nobody asked us out
We are the dateless losers- lonely until we die!
So unappreciated, why, why, why, why?
Were not so bad you know, but you wont give us a chance
Take us to the movies, to dinner, or to dance
Not perfect, not too hip- but we need lovin too
We are the dateless losers- lonely until we die!
So unappreciated why, why, why, why?
song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Intended to Keep Them Peacocking
Slipping from a pinnacle,
Clawed from a sudden drop...
And open to cynical remarks to start.
Apart from those of mine already made,
It seemed as though...
They would have taken what was said,
To save themselves.
Instead of turning their backs to lay blame,
On others to attack!
With excuses stale and lame.
And now this slide is all that can be seen!
Reminding those who approved and chose this route...
How mean and cruel these scenes can be!
And comments made to correct such 'downgrades'...
Were intended to keep them peacocking about.
Initially!
But they really didn't 'get it'!
And received a booting regretted.
With their shouting and upset pouting,
Leaving them...
Left out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This May Not Be The End Of The World
Please be quiet, everyones asleep
Stellas loocked her door and shes requested some peace
She teaches the english at the american school
She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule
She says its hard to worry about the future
When your past is knocking at your door
Sweet mistakes and information
Have been her lovers before
Chorus:
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
She runs the motors and the music
On the carousel ride
She catches the children on the horses
As they fall through the rye
Its hard to see the future
When your back is bending over your shoes
Its hard holding on to nothing
When youve got nothing to lose
Chorus:
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
I guess you heard about ol? pee wee we had to tear his playhouse down
Then they put him in the electric chair
Well have some fun now
When you see her, give her some compliments
On her looks
Shell be wearin? a mardi gras dress
Coming after you with words and books
Weve given you the best seats in the house
So dont be late
St. peter is at the door
And he aint no man to wait
Chorus:
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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