Re-evaluation
Strutting with your stuck up butt up in the air,
Like others...
Struck by foreclosed homes in suburbia,
Appearing everywhere.
And you have the nerve to ask those 'have nots'
If they have any change to spare?
While using pots they've got to piss in...
To leave them pretensed with your penniless flair.
Should say something to you,
About a way of life more missed!
And in need for your severe,
Re-evaluation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears As Seen Like These
Tears,
As seen like these...
Uncommonly flow!
The moans from suburbia,
Continue to grow.
With closures of hopes.
Where neighbors known,
No longer roam.
Between boys playing street ball.
Or giggling girls jumping rope!
Blocks of homes foreclosed.
Shattered dreams are heard,
From the silence that occurs.
And children sensitive...
Shorten their Christmas lists.
With hopes that mommy and daddy,
Can keep them all together.
Regardless of their homelessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suburbia
Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
Mothers got a hairdo to be done
She says theyre too old for toys
Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
In this suburban hell
And in the distance a police car
To break the suburban spell
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Break the window by the town hall
Listen, the siren screams
There in the distance, like a roll call
Of all the suburban dreams
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
Its on the front page of the papers
This is their hour of need
Wheres a policeman when you need one
To blame the colour tv?
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Suburbia
How can anybody ever change
When the whole world wants you to stay the same
I guess you just take the blame
Of being someone who had to find her own way
In your dreams you're fabulous
But in your life ridiculous
See Alice had to go to Wonderland
To sip on some thee who left her in a trance yeah
[chorus]
In Suburbia It always stays the same
How can anybody ever change
Uh oh uh oh uh
In Suburbia People never change
When the world wants you to stay the same
Uh oh uh oh uh
Life for you is just a great big game
You have no control and all you feel is shame
Don't try to numb the pain
Tomorrow comes and you will be ok
In your dreams you're fabulous
But in your life ridiculous
See Alice had to go to Wonderland
To sip on some thee who left her in a trance yeah
[chorus 2x]
Uh oh uh oh uh In a trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh In a trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh
In Suburbia It always stays the same
In Suburbia People never change
[chorus]
Uh oh uh oh uh In a trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh In trance yeah
Uh oh uh oh uh Uh oh uh oh uh
In a trance yeah Uh oh uh oh uh
In a trance yeah Uh oh uh oh uh
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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Spare Change
'Spare change, spare change, ' I call out
Shaking the few pieces of worthless metal in my can
In order to get a passer-by's attention
But they pay no mind to me
They act as if I was some kind of transparent figure
As if I was not even human
But a sickly animal
And those who look either shake their heads
Or go into a fit of laughter
I despise them for their ignorance
I loathe them for their lack of compassion
'Spare change, spare change, ' I call out
Holding a brown, battered sign
But once again they ignore me
If all the world's a stage and I'm just an actor
How did I get stuck playing the beggar
Why was I born an Untouchable
Each day I stand here
Each day they pass me
Like I was a statue or sign
But when faith seems lost
A saint comes along and adds a n ounce of hope to my Pandora's Box
'Spare change, spare change, ' I call out,
This time speaking with a voice louder than a male opera singer's
Yet the people are still oblivious of me
The naive children point and laugh at me
The drunks beat me
The businessmen look at me with stone faces
And with a cold heart, disregard me
The gangs bang on me
And the women, who are the worst of all
Just stare and shake their heads
'Spare change, spare change, ' I call out
But again no one listens
So I decide to pack up for the day
For no wants to help a bum
But as I head for the nearest shelter I wonder
Can anyone spare change?
poem by Garrett Bradley
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Have Nots
Nabody cares have nots
Planning budget laws
Order judgement
All are for
Welfare of have nots
All aim at developement
No body cares have nots
Have nots are only have nots.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Beggars Lament
Spare some change Mr
You know Im down and out
Spare some change
You know I need it
Spare some change Mr
Im down on my luck
Spare some change
Well F**k you ya auld C**t
Spare some change Mrs
Spare me your change
I promise I, ll get steaming drunk
D ya think its my fault
Im down and out
D ya think its his fault
He chats up queers
D ya think its his fault
He drinks all those beers
If you think its our fault
Just remember this shout
F**k you ya auld C**t Im down but not out
poem by Kevin Campbell
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Those Nouveau Riche
They seem to herald,
Every reason conceived to be narrow.
Those nouveau riche.
Reaching heights as stuck ups,
With bragging and branding rights.
And exaggerated struts,
That appear to have their rears corked up!
They seem to wish to convince,
The ones who are 'have nots'...
And penniless,
Of something they have got.
A snob appeal they can flaunt and drop.
As if making appearances,
To quick sniff the air...
Makes others aware with a staring,
That they are there to show...
Those who are 'hopefully' jealous,
How to impress and get that addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got a Stuck Up Butt
You've got a stuck up butt.
And you want to keep it strutted,
Like you spreading it on butter.
But, you've got a stuck up butt.
'So What, ' You say.
And get out your face.
But, you've got a stuck up butt.
'Enough! '
Oh no...
I'm gonna follow you wherever you go!
So you'll know your butt's stuck up.
And I'm here to unstick it with my...
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
So What, ' You say.
And get out your face.
'Enough! '
Oh no...
I'm gonna follow you wherever you go.
So you'll know your butt's stuck up.
And I'm here to unstick it with my...
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
If I get a minute!
(And I'm here to unstick it with my...)
Quick wit!
To get next to it!
You've got a stuck up butt.
And you want to keep it strutted,
Like you spreading it on butter,
In my mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of Permanent Hibernation
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are not only detrimental.
They have become so engrained,
That the cost of defending against...
The use of common sense,
Has depleted everyone from recognizing...
That a connection between common sense,
And the application of truth...
Is where the true victory can be located.
And avoiding these intentionally...
Creates the onslaught of devastation.
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are in need of permanent hibernation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strutting All Your Stuff On Main Street
On that avenue where your heartbreak is chased,
I follow you with wishes,
All your bitter kept feelings from you...
Fades away.
And I would see you,
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
I'd like to see you,
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
And with your head down like its been really tough,
Looking as if you're about to give life up...
But I wish,
You would 'dis' this to strut on Main Street.
Oh yes I miss you...
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
Just know I've done a boo-hoo too!
And that didn't do a thing to prove,
Anybody noticing would rescue...
Me from my grief to free it.
A public boo-hooing is not cool.
Since nobody will undo,
Your heartbreak that is felt.
Nobody else but..
Yourself to get over.
On that avenue where your heartbreak is chased,
I follow you with wishes to replace,
All those bitter feelings that you face...
To fade them away from your mind to stay,
And I'd see you...
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
Oh yes I miss you,
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
And I really want to see you,
Just strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
I'd like to see you,
Just strutting all your stuff.
With an attitude,
That you can't flaunt enough.
And doing that with a strutting that you do,
On Main Street.
I'd like to see you...
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seven Eleven Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it's high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Seven Eleven Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 11,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Who Would Defray
Stuck in a rut,
That's me, and shut
In by routine,
Do you know what I mean!
Boredom's set in,
Life's pretty thin,
What's to be done
When there's no fun!
Just need a break,
Would love to take
A few days away,
But who would defray!
Cos I'm totally broke,
And that is no joke,
So I'm sat here on my butt
Still stuck in a rut!
Any ideas?
poem by Ernestine Northover
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There Can Be No Freedom
there can be no freedom
when your own children are
going to bed hungry.....
when your workers stand
in jobless lines called by numbers,
not by names....
when your farms are taken
by the banks, and your tractors
sold at auction....
when your homes are foreclosed,
your small businesses shut down,
and they bail out the banks
with your retirement!
when your President stands by,
and does nothing,
as they beat, and terrorize your children....
when war after war the hole gets bigger,
and your thoughts and words are stolen!
there can be no freedom without change....
...no change unless we dare!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Butt Town
The cops are well-groomed, with
Muscled physiques in butt town
Their tan uniforms are tailored in chic
In butt town
Any young black male who walks down the street
Is gonna get stopped by a car full of meat
But the girl with the hair
Flies by in her underwear-
Shes done nothing so far to deserve that car
When you live in butt town
You gotta get down
But in butt town Im learnin
In butt town Im earnin
In butt town Im turnin
Into my worst nightmare
Im tellin you, its a motley crew in butt town
Monday youre new, and friday youre through
In butt town
The producer is wily, and owns what he sells
The talent is eager to go straight to hell
Th tits are amazing, and everyones gazing
At some body part-
Thats the nature of art in butt town
All over butt town dreams have a show down
All over butt town values are thrown down
But in butt town Im learnin
In butt town Im earnin
In butt town Im turnin
Into my worst nightmare
In butt town baby
Im gonna be a star
Im gonna shake my butt far
Now here we go
Im gonna shake my butt
Shake my butt shake my butt
In butt town
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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The Building Of Your Decisions Made
That comfort once given,
To those fleeing to live in suburbia...
Has become more disturbing,
To those who had taken flight...
From a created blight they left,
To declare 'them' and those...
As 'ghetto-ites'.
The price of escape has been at your expense.
Your foreclosed dreams...
Has been a costly and emotional experience.
And pointing your fingers,
Will not make a difference.
Since the walls you bang your head against,
Represents the building of your decisions made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could love sustain
My heart would surely miss a beat,
A beat if you look that way just once,
Just once you tell me that you do,
Give me atleast, atleast one chance.
You say all you do, is just for me,
Then why do I feel so sad,
Away from you, how would I stay,
Impossible It is and you say its just hard.
You taught me to live, and to survive,
Survive to love and aspire,
Taught me to learn and so also to teach,
But didn’t teach how to overcome despair
I could hold me heart, nerve and sinew,
If you would just tell me to,
But this is a punishment far too severe,
How to endure this I have no clue.
Wish I could change, change the way things work,
Or just if I could change my small world,
The first thing I would change, is for sure my fate,
Change it, to make you mine forever.
poem by Meenakshi Balakarthik
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What Is It To Be 'Stuck' In Life?
WHAT IS IT TO BE 'STUCK’ IN LIFE?
What is it to be ‘stuck’ in life?
To be unable to get out of the prison one is in?
To see no way out except the way one has tried and failed with many times before?
No light.
What is it to be unable to move?
To feel lost
To believe no change possible?
What is it to despair in life?
What is to be stuck in life all one’s life
And repeat again and again
The same mistakes?
Here I am forty- five years later
Trying to write a dream true
And unable to.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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