Smelling For Decades
Don't you find it ironic,
That those who laughed...
At the efforts made by others,
Are today those very same people...
Who have flushed themselves down toilets.
And now complain and place the blame,
On the ones cleaning up the mess...
Those who laughed but now in tears,
Have created.
'I don't find that to be ironic.
I find that to be a wish! '
A wish?
'Yes.
Think about it.
If the only thing you knew and was taught,
Is to flush yourself down the toilet...
Wouldn't you be suspicious,
Of someone committed as if devoted...
To a cleaning up behind you?
And with a doing done to ignore your laughter?
Looking at it from their perspective...
I would think those choosing to do that as fools too! '
I hadn't thought of it like that!
'You should.
This atmosphere has been smelling for decades.
And those accustomed to it...
Well,
That stench is all they have known.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short; Silly: Ode To A Commode...Or....A Poem About Toilets
modern 'toilets' are large flushable porcelain bowls
which catch waste from both your and my exit holes.
i'm used to white ones with large flush-water tank.
a hidden pipe carries off stuff that often does smell rank.
some in japan were quite different……with no way to sit!
i'm glad i found 'my style' when t'was time to shit.
and if from toilet-paper usage you're leaning,
some toilets have the choice of an in-bowl shower, for cleaning.
toilet seats are sometimes colored, or cushioned, or even heated;
for me, more important (at times) is JUST to be SEATED!
toilets have changed since they were just holes in the ground.
i hope, when i 'need' a toilet, one's always around!
(4-4-2010)
poem by Bri Edwards
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After Today
Woo
Thaaa
Thaaa
Always in trouble
Never to blame
Must be a double
You are the same
Here it comes again
Doing the wrong thing
Forgetting your li..ines
Waiting for something better to shine
Take that same okay
After today, fortune man will find you
After today, they will find you working
After today, youll find the ones youre after
After today, look out, after today
What kind of rescue?
What will you be?
Where can you take it, baby boy? for me
Break that heart for me
After today, the fortune fan will find you
After today, they will fly you away
After today, youll find the one youre after
After today, look out, after today
After today, the fortune fan will find you
After today, they will fly you away
After today, youll find the one youre after
After today, look out, after today
Today
After today
After toda-ay, hey
Look out, after today
Ah, yeah
Look, ah (laughter)
(spoken : I was gettin in to that)
(laughter)
song performed by by David Bowie
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I'd find it demeaning to be cleaning toilets.
quote by Jack Kevorkian
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Slow Down
(Jean-Paul Maunick / Gary Sanctuary)
Slow down, get a grip, ain't this ironic?
Slow down and get a grip, I betcha didn't think it would come to this
Ain't this ironic?
I don't mean to be abrupt, but I know there's something on your mind
So before you interrupt baby, let me tell you what's really going on
It's not about our history, when and who we've slept with in the past
It's all about discovery, gettin' to know and love me for me
Slow down, get a grip, ain't this ironic?
Slow down and get a grip, I betcha didn't think it would come to this
Ain't this ironic?
You gotta face it, it's a mess, it's a war zone, right now I gotta be on my own
I ain't heading for a breakdown sure as my name is Sarah Brown
Yes I need to be alone, out there on my own
Need to water all my roots, until my spirit has grown
Got to do, got to do, I know I've really got to do it
Got to be bold, got to be bold, be bold
Got to do, got to do, I know I've really got to do it
Got to move on, got to move, move on
Soon the caged bird will have flown
Slow down, get a grip, ain't this ironic?
Slow down and get a grip, I betcha didn't think it would come to this
Ain't this ironic?
You gotta face it, it's a mess, it's a war zone, right now I gotta be on my own
I ain't heading for a breakdown , sure as my name is Sarah Brown
You gotta face it, it's a mess, It's a war zone, right now you gotta be on your own
you ain't heading for a breakdown , sure as your name is! Sarah Brown
S.a.r.a.h. - B.r.o.w.n . from the soles of my boots to my folicle roots
I ain't heading for a breakdown
You were always the one askin' for space
Sayin' maybe it's time we tried something new
While you were thinkin' of someone you knew
Aint that ironic, ironic, ironic
Listen to me, don't listen to me
It really doesn't matter cos the girl's got to get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on
Alright
song performed by by Incognito
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Men Cleaning Women Cannot Abide
My wife said she was going out to shop,
I knew she'd be gone for hours,
So I cleaned the house from bottom to top,
Then went out and bought her some flowers.
On arriving home she asked what's that smell,
I boasted I had just cleaned the house,
With what she said it's like something from Hell,
It stinks like a hundred dead grouse.
By doing the cleaning I thought you'd be flattered,
She said exactly what have you cleaned,
That really left my giant ego shattered,
How dare she leave me feeling demeaned?
The house is filthy what did you use,
I replied the same stuff as you,
She said it's my intelligence you're trying to abuse,
I'll now have to start cleaning anew.
What have you done to my kitchen floor?
You've got it full of stellar streaks,
The worktops are scratched like an old barn door,
My mop bucket's now full of leaks.
The toilet is filthy I said no it's not,
She said look at the state of the pan,
You've left enough stains to play dot to dot,
As for cleaning you're now on a ban.
She'll be so impressed she'll be singing,
That's what I honestly thought,
Now she's saying I've got the house minging,
Remember good cleaners cannot be bought.
I walked away totally deluded and sad,
It's moan if we don't then moan if we do,
If they had a self- cleaning house they'd still go mad,
I'm going down to the pub for a brew.
The moral of my story affects far more than me,
It's a problem that is truly worldwide,
It's a sexist thing I'm sure all males would agree,
‘' Men Cleaning, Women Cannot Abide ‘'
‘' They think we do it deliberately''
I always clean before the cleaning lady comes. If not, when I come home, I can't find anything. Cleaning ladies are always hiding things you leave out.
quote by Celia Cruz
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Protest With Those Protesting
Don't get erratic
Like the people in the streets.
I say emphatically...
Help them protest
A lack of quality!
You chased the 'bling' of things.
Titles and socialites,
And what you thought a good life brings.
You laughed at me.
Because I had my hands in toilets,
And cleaning sinks.
But I owned what I did.
And learned from invested time in it!
What did you learn?
How to pick up a pink slip...
Smile and be replaced!
Don't get erratic
Like the people in the streets.
I say emphatically...
Help them protest
A lack of quality!
I can think of no one better,
Than you.
How best to discuss,
A digust with a life you knew!
I can think of no one better,
Than you.
To protest with those protesting,
How they assisted themselves
In being screwed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Song of Wrong [ You Laughed and Laughed and Laughed ]
In your eyes
My song is one of wrong
Intruding into your heart
And you laughed and
Laughed and laughed.
.
In your heart, you knew
I could be there,
Cause you brought me here.
And you laughed and
Laughed and laughed.
.
In your soul,
You knew I want you
In my home.
'cause you brought me hope.
And you laughed and
Laughed and laughed.
.
You laughed at my wrong
You laughed at my right.
You laughed over
Everything I do.
.
And now, my love I give to you
But you shut your eyes and
Laughed and laughed
And laughed.
.
You laughed at my walk
You laughed at my song.
.
You walked your walk
Into my life of wrong
Knowing all along
You could change me in all.
.
But you shot your heart
To my love
And you walked away from
My heart, and you laughed
And laughed and laughed.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Everything is ironic to me. There are moments I find hysterical, but I'm probably the only one who would find that, except for a few people.
quote by River Phoenix
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Of Those Who Do Speak The Truth
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
Very few are open and direct like that.
To leave those dishonest suspicious.
And the ones looking for dirt to uncover,
Of those who do speak the truth...
Find themselves digging deeper holes,
To expose their own deceits and ways they've cheated...
They can not climb out of the mud and slime they've created,
To enable those observing them...
Complaining as they confess of committing their own sins.
Even in the pouring rain people like this smell.
'Excuse me...
What is that you're wearing?
I've notice the people here,
Have picked that as their favorite scent.
What is it? '
~Stench.~
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
And yet...
Those who are honest with themselves,
Have no problem revealing their own dirt first.
And if you do know anyone who does speak with truth,
Do you ever think of them as being negative?
Many do.
And why is that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed
Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.
AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.
It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clean Slate
Envy of, a sense of true identity, a sign of confidence to see.
Because when she said "I love that music, too,"
she meant, "Only as long as you want me too."
So sad, we don't see, until we become what they want us to be.
It's too late.
I don't know why,
but what they want me to do,
I do it.
Powered by wealth,
changing myself,
and if they only knew that I knew it.
And it seems that the real life will have to wait,
because the world's so busy,
so busy, cleaning a clean slate.
Oh.
Ahh, hoping to find what's mine,
so I can lead a full life,
use a knife,
and dig in like a cannibal.
Out for,
for myself, but all the things I want are serving someone else.
I don't know why,
but what they want me to do,
I do it.
Powered by wealth,
changing myself,
and if they only knew that I knew it.
And it seems that the real life will have to wait.
As the world keeps cleaning, it's cleaning.
The spin cycle runs round.
A clear decision can be found.
Can't think when my mind,
my mind runs 'round.
song performed by by Quicksand
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To Hide Our Own Motivations
Wouldn't it be great,
If all of our fantasies came true?
We would never have to worry about
Cleaning up after ourselves.
And we can blame the messes created
On others!
To hide our own motivations,
That would forever be concealed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strange And Ironic
While NASA tries to read your mind
Research labs create new life
Did we really walk on the moon?
Are you still watching the news?
Strange and ironic
How trusty is this world
Strange and ironic
How we take care of the Earth
While Middle East burns and suffers
The lobby cheers and cracks in laughter
It is a shame, we're not gonna make it
Visions are behind bars
It's like an illness or a disease
It's like we're made for war
Strange and ironic
How we believe in God
Strange and ironic
Since everything's a fraud
While markets trade human parts
We ask ourselves if science is art
It is a shame, we're not gonna make it
Because it is out of our hands
It is out of reach, out of proportions
And soon will come to an end
All I wanted was to disappear
Do or die!
It is a shame, we're not gonna make it
Everything you know is wrong
A race for knowledge, a quest for power
So who is number one?
All I wanted was to disappear
song performed by by Voivod
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Trust Issues
The accusers do what they have always done best!
Find someone to blame for their own mess.
Get others to agree to their false charges.
People find in time that they have been duped.
But then it becomes too late to make amends.
And this is how making fools of others begins.
And instead of getting offended,
People like this end up call themselves...
Either allies or friends.
With trust issues they pretend do not exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today you can go to a gas station and find the cash register open and the toilets locked. They must think toilet paper is worth more than money.
quote by Joey Bishop
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How Ironic
What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?
Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.
How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!
How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.
Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outreach
You can call me anything you want.
Whatever it is...
You will not find me flaunting it.
Like a medal of honor!
With ceremonious deeds attached.
I am not the kind to be attracted by that.
Or seek a freshness leaking from stagnation.
There is a stench of redundancy about it.
Like the gnawing on a bone done...
By someone who has finished the meat!
Nor will you find me,
Polishing up awards.
In or out of opened or shut doors,
Of those rare opportunities.
I am learning more to be relaxed behind them!
And devoted to the silence.
Or giving my attention...
To hollow accusations.
Terrified when suddenly...
Testimonials are given,
And accolades are made.
For me?
'Hey...
Some are more accustomed,
To the accusations!
Where are they?
I am strangely disappointed.'
My method used for withdrawal...
Isn't one I would suggest.
There is more to this Earth,
And its connection to the Moon, Sun and Stars...
I find occupying most of my time.
Regardless of where your mind may be,
Or who or where you are!
Since I am constantly on the search,
To outreach from that need...purposely!
And you...
Will find some reason to benefit.
As always!
The teaching of thieves,
Is inherited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From a Brokenness That Darkness Keeps
You're gone...
And still I'm trying to find you.
A laughter quick,
With amusing wit is missed.
Even your moodiness,
And explicit displeasure,
Whenever our points of view came to clash...
In splits of silence!
Wishing the telephone would ring,
As we would sit not to answer it!
Only to find ourselves stumbling...
Humbled in apologies.
Accepted from you and those from me.
Both appeasing and wanting to please!
You're gone...
And I'm still trying to find you.
In every place I seem to sit,
Someone with a face reminds me of you.
There is not just one thing I miss...
I think of our arguments,
And miss those too!
You're gone...
And I'm trying to find you.
I've tried to have affairs,
With those I knew I did not care about!
I lied to myself...
Thinking I could.
Pretending I would get over you,
And it was time I should!
But you are gone!
And I am still trying to find you.
In everything I do...
I wonder how you would feel about it!
I wondered about you when kissing someone new.
I felt deep guilt as if I had 'jilted'...
A promise made,
Not clearly thought through!
No one like you I know I will ever find.
And I know that more...
As time hasn't come to mend my mind!
I'm trying from a brokenness that darkness keeps.
Slipping you in and out of a restless sleep.
I'm trying for a new beginning for us to start...
A useless wish for you and I
To not be this far apart!
But you are gone!
And moving on...
Has not been easy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For At Least Two Or Three Weeks A Month
I feel there is nothing upsetting.
Nothing at all...
With those devoted to self love.
And committed to pretentions.
I find people like that,
To be great conversationalists.
Even if they do it...
With every chance to talk about themselves.
I find nothing wrong with that at all.
And when such social affairs are over,
So blessed I feel...
Not to live under the same roof,
With anyone like that...
I could not avoid to escape,
If I chose to move from room to room.
Just the thought of them being that close,
Would make me always find excuses to leave...
For at least two or three weeks a month to rejuvenate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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