Stay On Your Stoop to Juice a Fool
When you take it up a notch,
It has to be shopped to the top!
Until your breathing stops.
And you are dropped...
Into the ground to rot!
You can bop,
And do nuthin'.
Finger pop,
And do nuthin'.
Hang on blocks,
And do nuthin'.
For that mess to fetch.
Lie a lot,
And do nuthin'.
Live in slop,
And do nuthin'.
Sit like a rock,
And do nuthin'.
For that mess to fetch.
OR stay on your stoop,
To laugh...
At 'those' chumps.
The same chumps who got off their rumps!
The same ones accepting their best to test.
And not those with dumb stung tongues.
You can bop,
And do nuthin'.
Finger pop,
And do nuthin'.
Hang on blocks,
And do nuthin'.
For that mess to fetch.
OR stay on your stoop,
To laugh...
At 'those' chumps.
The same chumps who got off their rumps!
The same ones accepting their best to test.
And not those with dumb stung tongues.
You can bop,
And do nuthin'.
Finger pop,
And do nuthin'.
OR stay on your stoop,
To juice a fool!
You can bop,
And do nuthin'.
Finger pop,
And do nuthin'.
OR stay on your stoop,
To juice a fool!
Lie a lot,
And do nuthin'.
Live in slop,
And do nuthin'.
Sit like a rock,
And do nuthin'.
OR stay on your stoop,
To juice a fool!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Aint Nuthin' But What It Is
This aint nuthin' but what it is!
And...
You can choose to shelter it in with disbelief.
Or...
Accept like it is because its not gonna leave.
And...
This aint nuthin' but what it is!
Nothing but what it is.
And...
This aint nuthin' but what it is!
Nothing but what it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sumthin For Nuthin
Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch
Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch
Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked
Ill bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock
Sumthin for nuthin
Gigolo sounds so cold, call me teachers pest
Twice a day, double pay, at my trade Im the best
Never late, watch her watch seconds on the clock
Overtime, break my back, slip and fall in the crack
Sumthin for nuthin
Well in and out, its never free
Sumthin for nuthin
Leave the money where its easy to see
She plays the role of a roving matriarch
Diamond rings, fancy things, dubonnet on the rocks
For a treat gave it free--happy 63
Crazy days, easy money--i was just 16
Easy money for such a good deed
Sumthin for nuthin
Ya, in and out is never free
Sumthin for nuthin
Satisfaction guaranteed
Sumthin for nuthin
Target practice in the dark
Sumthin for nuthin
Im a crack shot on the mark
And I love my work
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Don't Want Nuthin' From U
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
If you gave a stack of money,
I'd give right back!
I'm done.
I'm through with you.
You've lost my trust.
You make me sick to my guts.
I'm done.
I'm through with you.
Once you lie and cheat.
You wont with me repeat.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
If you gave a stack of money,
I'd give right back!
When you open your mouth,
BS comes out.
And I'm tired of that.
But to you that doesn't matter.
When you look at me,
I know you're lieing through your teeth.
And I'm tired of that.
But to you that doesn't matter.
I'm done.
I'm through with you.
Once you lie and cheat.
You wont with me repeat.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I'm done.
I'm through.
There's nothing new for us to do.
Good riddence.
Goodbye.
You lie!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song
It's not my fault!
It's not my fault!
that the seas are soiled
with offal and oil
It's not my fault!
It ain't my doin'!
It ain't my doin'!
that trees are stained
with acid rain-
It ain't my doin'!
I can't do nuthin'!
I can't do nuthin'
It's past the command
of any one man-
I can't do nuthin'!
I don't make the rules!
I don't make the rules!
Exxon does, dammit,
with help from the Senate-
I don't make the rules!
You can't walk to work!
You can't walk to work!
And there ain't no train
so who's to blame?
I can't walk to work!
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Nuthin' That It's Not
Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain an agony to go through,
Is on 'you'.
Your claim to fame is to claim no pain.
When the strain of it is showing..
And I see and know your in some pain.
Why do you keep it to yourself?
You don't have to try to prove a thing to me.
I'll think more of you not less.
Unless there's something you don't wish to address.
Like doing something you know will create more mess.
Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain,
An agony to go through is on 'you'.
And if it's that bad you've got to hide it...
You've got that to explain.
And 'my' pain coming too!
So you gotta get up off sumthin'.
To let whatever that it is get much better.
You gotta get up off sumthin'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!
So you gotta get up off sumthin'.
To let whatever that it is get much better.
You gotta get up off sumthin'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!
Your aim to gain a pain to sustain...
Just to maintain an agony to go through,
Is on 'you'.
Or the nuthin' that it's not...
Gonna cause some uncomfortable heat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accountability
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits;
Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made de bobtails fu' de rabbits.
Him dat built de gread big mountains hollered out de little valleys,
Him dat made de streets an' driveways wasn't shamed to make de alleys.
We is all constructed diff'ent, d'ain't no two of us de same;
We cain't he'p ouah likes an' dislikes, ef we'se bad we ain't to blame.
Ef we'se good, we need n't show off, case you bet it ain't ouah doin'
We gits into su'ttain channels dat we jes' cain't he'p pu'suin'.
But we all fits into places dat no othah ones could fill,
An' we does the things we has to, big er little, good er ill.
John cain't tek de place o' Henry, Su an' Sally ain't alike;
Bass ain't nuthin' like a suckah, chub ain't nuthin' like a pike.
When you come to think about it, how it's all planned out it's splendid.
Nuthin's done er evah happens, 'dout hit's somefin' dat's intended;
Don't keer whut you does, you has to, an' hit sholy beats de dickens,--
Viney, go put on de kittle, I got one o' mastah's chickens.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Would You Like to Participate With Us
Would you like to participate with us,
During our global meditation?
Many of us are striving for a higher consciousness!
And we are going to do this the first of the year.
At 12noon!
'Excuse me?
A higher what?
Consciousness.
Oh, I'm conscious all right.
Ain't nuthin' wrong with my mind!
Naw...
Ya'll go 'head with that mess!
Since...
That's yo thing not my thing and my thing ain't yo thing.
And you and them that do those things think ya'll all that!
Well..
My feet is on the Earth,
And I ain't got time to waste on nonsense!
I ain't 'bout to raise 'nuthin' no time soon!
I ain't got time to waste on that! '
So, that is a no?
'That's yo thing not my thing and my thing ain't yo thing.
And you and them that do those things think ya'll all that!
You better come down to Earth and be real! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Backstreet Boy Is Gay
We are, on fire, we have, desires, but one, is that way, one backstreet boy is
Gay.
And we dont want to be mean, since now hes a queen, dont ask please, which
Backstreet boy is gay?
Tell me who? aint sayin that its aj
Tell me who? aint sayin that its howie
Tell me who? I never wanna hear you say: which backstreet boy is gay?
Now I can see him, hes in womens clothes, but he dont need an iud, yeah,
He likes village people, hes playin croquet, his dog is a pekinese.
He is on fire, his back, prespires,
Wont say, wont say, wont say, whos gay!
Hes always sayin: aint nuthin but a butt-ache, aint nuthin but a friutcake,
Hes pickin up a souffl which backstreetboy is gay?
Ok, were all gay.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Oh! Sweet Nuthin
(reed)
Say a word for jimmy brown
He aint got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He aint got nothing at all
And say a word for ginger brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin
She aint got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin
She aint got nothing at all
Say a word for polly may
She cant tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for joanna love
She aint got nothing at all
cos everyday she falls in love
And everynight she falls when she does
She said
Oh sweet nuthin
You know she aint got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin
She aint got nothing at all
Oh let me hear you!
Say a word for jimmy brown
He aint got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He aint got nothing at all
And say a word for ginger brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street
And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin
She aint got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin
She aint got nothing at all
She aint got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin
She aint got nothing at all
She aint got nothing at all
She aint got nothing at all
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Nine from Eight
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin,
With a lot o' truck for sale,
Towards Macon, to git some baggin'
(Which my cotton was ready to bale),
And I come to a place on the side o' the pike
Whar a peert little winter branch jest had throw'd
The sand in a kind of a sand-bar like,
And I seed, a leetle ways up the road,
A man squattin' down, like a big bull-toad,
On the ground, a-figgerin' thar in the sand
With his finger, and motionin' with his hand,
And he looked like Ellick Garry.
And as I driv up, I heerd him bleat
To hisself, like a lamb: 'Hauh? nine from eight
Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry?'
And Ellick's bull-cart was standin'
A cross-wise of the way,
And the little bull was a-expandin',
Hisself on a wisp of hay.
But Ellick he sat with his head bent down,
A-studyin' and musin' powerfully,
And his forrud was creased with a turrible frown,
And he was a-wurken' appearently
A 'rethmetic sum that wouldn't gee,
Fur he kep' on figgerin' away in the sand
With his finger, and motionin' with his hand,
And I seed it WAS Ellick Garry.
And agin I heard him softly bleat
To hisself, like a lamb: 'Hauh? nine from eight
Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry!'
I woa'd my mules mighty easy
(Ellick's back was towards the road
And the wind hit was sorter breezy)
And I got down off'n my load,
And I crep' up close to Ellick's back,
And I heerd him a-talkin' softly, thus:
'Them figgers is got me under the hack.
I caint see how to git out'n the muss,
Except to jest nat'ally fail and bus'!
My crap-leen calls for nine hundred and more.
My counts o' sales is eight hundred and four,
Of cotton for Ellick Garry.
Thar's eight, ought, four, jest like on a slate:
Here's nine and two oughts -- Hauh? nine from eight
Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry.
'Them crap-leens, oh, them crap-leens!
I giv one to Pardman and Sharks.
Hit gobbled me up like snap-beans
In a patch full o' old fiel'-larks.
But I thought I could fool the crap-leen nice,
And I hauled my cotton to Jammel and Cones.
But shuh! 'fore I even had settled my price
They tuck affidavy without no bones
And levelled upon me fur all ther loans
To the 'mount of sum nine hundred dollars or more,
And sold me out clean for eight hundred and four,
As sure as I'm Ellick Garry!
And thar it is down all squar and straight,
But I can't make it gee, fur nine from eight
Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry.'
Then I says 'Hello, here, Garry!
However you star' and frown
Thare's somethin' fur YOU to carry,
Fur you've worked it upside down!'
Then he riz and walked to his little bull-cart,
And made like he neither had seen nor heerd
Nor knowed that I knowed of his raskilly part,
And he tried to look as if HE wa'nt feared,
And gathered his lines like he never keered,
And he driv down the road 'bout a quarter or so,
And then looked around, and I hollered 'Hello,
Look here, Mister Ellick Garry!
You may git up soon and lie down late,
But you'll always find that nine from eight
Leaves nuthin' -- and none to carry.'
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Give and Free It Up On The Rough Stuff
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to be with no hint of the tough stuff.
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Come Cheap
'Stop! '
She says.
'I will not continue this futile babble.
Unless you offer some baubles and beads.'
~Are you serious? ~
He responded.
'Very! '
She says.
~I'm not paying for nuthin'
I can give to anyone for free.~
He says.
'That's fine with me! '
She says.
'Cause I don't come cheap,
When it comes to listening to BS.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run Rabbit Run
Run Rabbit, Run
Some humans, they ain't nuthin' but nuthin'
They all run like scared little rabbits
Run Rabbit, Run.
Run Rabbit.
RUN RABBIT, RUN!
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run rabbit, run away, run away
Run, run rabbit, run away, run away
Let me get her, I know what to do
Let me get her, I know what to do
Run, run rabbit, run away
Hey, hey, hey, hey
A child so pure, dyin' in the clutch
A child so pure, down in the hush
Run, run rabbit, run away
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey yeah, hey it's alive
Hey yeah, hey I survive
Hey yeah, hey it's alive
Hey yeah, hey I survive
Mary, mary ain't this fun?
Mary, mary I got a gun
Run, run rabbit, run away
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Let me get her, I know what to do
Let me get her, I know what to do
Run, run rabbit, run away
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey yeah, hey it's alive
Hey yeah, hey I survive
Hey yeah, hey it's alive
Hey yeah, hey I survive
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Tell Me Do U Wanna
Oooh Oooh Aaah!
Check me out Baby
[Chorus:]
Tell me do U wanna go home with me?
Tell me do U wanna come creep with me?
Tell me do U wanna get wild with me?
Tell me do U wanna go home?
Tell me do U wanna go home with me?
Tell me do U wanna come creep with me?
Tell me do U wanna get wild with me?
Tell me do U wanna go home?
The dance floor is jumpin'
The music is pumpin'
I'm checkin out your grooves
'Bout to make my moves
Across this crowded room
Cause I'm scoping you
I'm feeling confident
I just came from the bar
Sick of wondering
Who the hell you are
Cause I want you
What a Fella gotta do
Tell me.
[Chorus]
(Tell me, Tell me, Tell me, Tell me)
(Oooh Aaaah)
[2nd Verse]
You wanna have some fun?
Come ride with me, Let's chill
I'll take you to a place
And both of us get ill
Cause I'm feeling you
Just tell me what to do, Baby
Take my hand lets go
That's all I wanna do
Fellas wondering
How to step with you
Cause my game was tight
Everything turned out right
That Night, Tell me
[Chorus]
(Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me)
(It ain't Nuthin but a Thang)
(You ain't said nuthin but a word baby)
I'll break you off
till the sun comes up
Baby, come and get this thang Gyrl
Won't tell a soul
It's Down Low
Trust Me, I'll give you what you want Baby
Let's go get freaky
Cause I'm in the mood
Get Nasty, get wild on my side Baby
Wanna get in where I fit in Baby
Baby, Tell me do you wanna go.
[Chorus]
(I gotta have you all to myself, Yes I do)
(I've been peeping U)
(I like your style)
(I like the way you move)
(Yes I do)
Tell me do ya, uh: [echoes & fades]
Tell me do ya aaah:[echoes, fades & ends
song performed by by Ginuwine
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~63~
Get back!
Get back I say!
Get back.
How dare you sneak up on me like this?
Get back!
Get back I say!
Get back.
How dare you?
How dare you?
How dare you?
Get back!
'Grandpa? '
And will you stop calling me that!
I do not have children.
OR grandchildren.
And IF I did...
They will show me much more respect,
Than you have.
GRANDPA?
'God, thatnk You for saving me,
From a lifetime spent in prison.'
'You funny as hell,
Gramps.
Got you a little sumthin sumthin.'
How dare you come in here with that?
'Grandpa?
I thought you were cool with it?
You're the one who said you had no problem.
Age aint nuthin but a number.
ESPECIALLY when that store clerk,
Thought you were 59.
And you know I'm teasing you.
Why so serious?
Feeling a little...
OLD? '
No!
Yeah...
NAW!
No!
Yeah...
A little.
'Can't make up your own mind!
I hope like hell that doesn't happen to me! '
And don't be coming in disturbing me,
With that filthy mouth!
But...
But.
But...
Why did it have to creep upon me so soon?
I wasn't paying attention.
I consented to 62!
And that was cool with me.
But 63 is gon' be wild!
I can tell that already!
'You'll be fine.
You should feel blessed.
Look?
So many folks can not say they will be 63!
SIXTY THREE years old.
What a blessing! '
Yeah, right!
So many folks ain't here to say nuthin'.
I guess you're right.
But all those candles on that cake,
Heat the whole room!
Why you do this to me?
Why?
Get back!
Get back I say!
Get back.
How dare you sneak up on me like this?
'Oh...
He's acting now!
Let me say this to you.
Sssshhh...
He's loving the attention!
However...
Before?
Before this surprise,
He was quite serious!
He 'still' thinks he's in...
In his 40's.'
LIES!
Pure BS!
That's all that is.
Don't pay that no mind t'all!
I most certainly do not!
And who is this you talking to?
They don't need to know my business!
And who invited them in here to snoop,
In the first place?
Ya'll don't need to hear this.
Now scoot!
'Scoot?
Where's the scaddle?
LOL
Yeah...you're getting...
Uh...you up there! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Me Do You Wanna
Oooh oooh aaah! check me out baby
Chorus:
Tell me do u wanna go home with me? tell me do u wanna come creep with me? tell me do u wanna get wild with me? tell me do u wanna go home? tell me do u wanna go home with me? tell me do u wanna
Creep with me? tell me do u wanna get wild with me? tell me do u wanna go home?
Verse 1:
The dance floor is jumpin the music is pumpin Im checkin out your grooves bout to make my moves across this crowded room cause Im scoping you Im feeling confident I just came from th
Sick of wondering who the hell you are cause I want you what a fella gotta do tell me.
*chorus*
(tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me) (oooh aaaah)
2nd verse
You wanna have some fun? come ride with me, lets chill Ill take you to a place and both of us get ill cause Im feeling you just tell me what to do, baby take my hand lets go thats all i
Do fellas wondering how to step with you cause my game was tight everything turned out right that night, tell me
*chorus*
(tell me, tell me, tell me) (it aint nuthin but a thang) (you aint said nuthin but a word baby)
Ill break you off till the sun comes up baby, come and get this thang gyrl wont tell a soul its down low trust me, Ill give you what you want baby lets go get freaky cause Im in the
Get nasty, get wild on my side baby wanna get in where I fit in baby baby, tell me do you wanna go.
*chorus*
(I gotta have you all to myself, yes I do) (Ive been peeping u) (I like your style) (I like the way you move) (yes I do) tell me do ya, uh (echoes & fades) tell me do ya aaah(echoes, f
& ends)
song performed by by Ginuwine
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Who who who Says the Night Owl
Who's awake at this dark drowned hour?
Who's asleep running amok in the zoo?
Who's creatin?
Who's exploitin?
Who's bored
chainsmkoin
up at two
with nuthin to do?
Who waves?
Who openly engages
the sad dog eyes roamin
sub purgatory streets?
Who bums a smoke
who buys a round
roamin town
coversatin
with every strange
stranger he meets?
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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No Trouble Gets Trouble
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.
Keep in mind...
One gets what they find.
Not looking for a quality,
But a good time.
If one,
Wants to date someone fine...
To wine and dine,
That line has to be baited.
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.
If one,
Wants to date someone fine...
To wine and dine,
That line has to be baited.
Keep in mind...
One gets what they find.
If a fling is all that's sought,
Don't expect 'nuthin' special.
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.
Say...
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel bruised when booted.
No trouble gets trouble,
And there's no reason to go 'oops'.
Or feel out of the loop.
Keep in mind...
People get what they find.
If a fling is all that's sought,
Don't expect 'nuthin' special.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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School Is Ruff
scool is ruuf on everyone
some people have harder times
but know one should be treated with any special help
we all get the same homework
never get any days off it is snowing really bad
once in a great while we might have a two hour delay
but nuthing to fancy
always tarde to a class but nuthin so perfect as just to
get a detention
haveing a sibling in your school is a pain too
not being to get along and alwasy fighting makes it so you get a bad reputation
no one cares on what your output is on things but then
why would i have one is school is such a drag
school is ruff we all have are reasons but hey
we only have so long till we are done
poem by Ashley Jensen
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Get Up Thankful To Be Blessed
Feeling Blessed.
And with each day I am more receptive.
Less inclined am I to accept a restlessness.
With a peace of mind,
That having an openness...
Achieves and gets.
And...
How you doin?
'I aint so lucky,
To have my life that way.
I have to get up to go to work!
And be annoyed everyday.
My life aint nuthin'...
But ups and downs.
I've got bills to pay!
And my creditors are always around.'
Oh!
So you're saying,
That's the way you choose to live?
Looking for something to complain about.
And deciding there's no reason,
To be positive.
'No!
I'm not saying that at all.
That's just the way my life is.
I can not afford to fantasize,
Like 'some' people who pretend...
They've got it made,
With no pot to piss in! '
Well...
I guess you do have a point.
I get up thankful to be blessed,
I have a toilet...
Where I conduct all my private business.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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