Weeping Meter
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
The more you get some pity you sit and solicit it.
With a drive you started in campaign,
And aimed to have a perfect pity party trip.
You've got your buckets ready to collect the slightest drip.
Like an attention getting kitten,
Being petted as it purrs and licks!
That's what you need!
A boost to benefit.
Like the petting of a kitten getting enjoyment out of it.
To get a little bit of stroking before it leaves...
To meander off and drift.
Satisfied and pleased.
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
Maybe you just need some petting,
And some stroking too?
Oooo...
If you're on a weeping meter,
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
You may need a boost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Those Who Believe They Can
Don't you be afraid,
To boost it up a notch.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
Don't you be afraid,
To give it what you've got.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
No...
Don't you be afraid.
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
Give it what you've got!
Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
Only those who believe they can,
Will leap...
With a seeking,
What is theirs to reach.
So,
Boost it.
Boost it.
Boost it up a notch.
And,
Don't be afraid to boost it.
By a giving it what you've got!
Only those who believe they can,
Will boost...
It up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it,
Up!
Only those who believe they can will boost it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sociopaths Stand Back
People in the middle,
Enjoy keeping their riddles griddled.
And slapped to sizzle nonstop.
While turning up the temperature...
To see who steams a lot!
Just to justify that feeling to boost.
Nobody adjusted and in a right frame of mind,
Sits to feel reduced,
In a seduction they can find.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody wants to stay a loose goose cooked.
For other geese to please.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody carries on their back,
Weighted troubles packed.
To consciously seek a place to bend their knees.
Just to feel that boost.
Nobody chooses to sing the blues,
Because they love the melody.
Just to feel that boost.
Although some may elect to fight...
Instead of leaving alone what is known is right.
Sociopaths stand back.
Nobody expresses those needs you feed.
Just to feel that boost.
And trying to justify,
Why their detached caboose is loose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feel Terrific
You keep me lifted.
And I admit.
I feel terrific...
When I'm given this lift.
You keep me lifted,
And I admit...
I feel terrific,
When I'm given this lift!
No alcohol do I need to get this boost.
Anything that aggravates I just let loose.
I feel like sitting on the roof,
To do exactly what I choose.
When that mood in me rules!
And I want to get lifted.
I admit.
I feel terrific...
When I'm given this lift.
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
Be specific.
When you get your lift.
Feel terrific.
And just handle it!
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And,
Be...
Llifted with a boost.
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
You keep me lifted.
And I admit.
I feel terrific...
When I'm given this lift.
You keep me lifted,
And I admit...
I feel terrific,
When I'm given this lift!
I do,
Just feel terrific.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
And you...
Can feel terrific.
Just choose...
To be terrific.
And be lifted with a boost.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Granola Homemade
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch up.
I'll crush that stuff with raisins...
To make granola to munch!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great and fit.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great!
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Protocol
To forgive someone misdeeding,
Is to be shatterproof...
When deceivers are loose,
And do whatever they choose.
To forgive someone misdeeding,
Is to be shatterproof...
When deceivers are loose,
And do whatever they choose.
Since,
They have no protocol.
None that can be seen at all.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too...
To make more fools,
Of whomever they choose.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Because they have no protocol.
None that can be seen at all.
To forgive someone misdeeding,
Is to be shatterproof...
When deceivers are loose,
Since...
They have no protocol.
None that can be seen at all...
Because,
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
Yeah.
Their main gig is to ego boost,
And dupe too.
To make more fools,
Of whomever they choose.
Yeah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Booty-Boo-Doo-The Caboose
I'm not going to hide,
Any love you see this evening.
I'm much too needing on my side...
And I want it known as shown,
I've come with... some pride.
I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.
It doesn't matter if my ladder,
Can get up to reach the roof!
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I'm not going to hide inside of me,
This evening.
Too much I let collect in dust.
And too much I don't want to get rusty.
I've got enough in me to boot and hoot.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
I know my ladder apparatus,
And it's there to give a boost.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I want to know,
And I'm excited!
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
I want to know,
And I'm excited!
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
Booty-boo-doo-the cabooster.
Booty-boo-doo-the caboose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think one thing that helped the sound change, it's a real subtle thing; it's just one switch on my bass, it has three positions, and I usually boost the mid-range frequency, I lowered the frequency that I boost, and that goes out to the sound system, too.
quote by Mike Gordon
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Black-jack
Give me another hit.
I'm going to stay with it a little bit.
I'm in the midst of this to win,
So...
Hit me.
Hit me.
Black-jack,
Give me that!
Give me another hit.
An ace would boost me up a bit.
Keep the others that you give me real low,
So...
Hit me.
Hit me.
Black-jack,
Give me that.
I want to get a twenty one then be done...
I don't want to be the losing one.
Black-jack,
Give me that.
Hit me.
Hit me.
An ace would boost me up a bit.
And after I win I'm going to quit.
So black-jack give me that!
Hit me.
Hit me.
An ace would boost me up a bit.
And after I win I'm going to quit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop That Copying Of Me That You Do
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
Stop your snooping to excuse it too,
Boo!
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
'Cause I choose not to get moody,
Showing attitude.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to use,
Boo.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And...
Stop that copying of me that you do.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to use,
Boo.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And...
Stop that copying of me that you do.
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
Stop your snooping to excuse it too,
Boo!
Stop your copping on my duty,
That your are trying to scoop.
'Cause I choose not to get moody,
Showing attitude.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to boost.
And while you're at it,
Choose somebody else to use,
Boo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You're Good To Mama
(Voiceover)
And now, Ladies and Gentlemen,
The keeper of the keys,
The countess of the clink
the mistress of murderers row,
Matron Mama Morton!
(Queen Latifah)
Ask any of the chickies in my pen
they'll tell you I'm the biggest mother hen.
I love them all and all of them love me
because the system works,
the system called reciprocity.
Got a little motto,
Always sees me through:
"When you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you."
Theres a lot of favours I'm prepared to do,
You do one for Mama, she'll do one for you.
They say that life is tit for tat,
and that's the way I live.
So I deserve a lot of tat
For what I've got to give.
Don't you know that this hand
washes that one too.
When you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you
If you want my gravy
Pepper my Ragu
Spice it up for mama
She'll get hot for you
When they pass that basket
Folks contribute too,
You put in for Mama,
She'll put out for you
The folks at top the ladder
are the ones the world adores
So boost me up my ladder, kid
and I'll boost you up yours
Lets all stroke together
Like the princeton crew
When your stroking Mama, Mama's stroking you
So whats the one conclusion
I could bring this number to -
When you're good to Mama, Mamas good to you
song performed by by Queen Latifah
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You've Got To Want To Get
Free is the key and the recipe,
To energize your mind...
With a boost that's up!
It's not luck!
The information given is...
Free, free, free.
Free is the key and the recipe,
To energize your body...
With a boost that's up!
It's not luck!
The information given is...
Free, free, free.
You've got to want,
To get.
You've got to want,
To get.
You've got to want,
To get.
Free is the key and the recipe,
To energize your mind...
With a boost that's up!
It's not luck!
You've got to want,
To get.
You've got to want,
To get.
You've got to want,
To get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Corporate Bottom Line
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
Everyday a job is outsourced,
To prevent a further loss.
And this is cost effective,
As a company directs!
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
And...
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pity and pitiable
Having pity is a pleasure.
You can then boost your image.
Being pitiable is too.
You will get people to love you.
02.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thank you for leaving us alone but giving us enough attention to boost our egos.
quote by Mick Jagger
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To Boost a Boasted Yodel Heard
Some people so tough can crawl out of ruts.
And never give up!
Although for them life has been rough.
And it is not from luck they never give up.
It is from determination.
With a faith uncorrupted that gives them guts!
And they do not have to shout from mountaintops,
To boost a boasted yodel!
What they've got is a boat full of loaded soul.
And this shows wherever these souls go.
No...
They don't have to do a yodel that is heard,
To prove what they receive is deserved.
Not to let the people know,
They have climbed to heights with nerve.
And they do not have to shout from mountaintops,
To boost a boasted yodel heard.
What they've got is a boat full of loaded soul.
Doing what they've done and with lots of nerve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrestle With Distractions
Better beatened than to boot.
Those nagging irritations,
Coming to dilute a feel good moment.
To boost frustrations...
Hosted by aggravation.
Wrestle with distractions.
Defeat them and let them know...
You are not the one to select for their munching.
Not the one to chew, gnaw and spit out bad habits,
To allow them to grow.
Throw that crap back into the breeze and duck.
If you don't,
It will come back to fuc...
Feather your cup!
And you know that is not the intention!
Better beatened than to boot.
Those nagging irritations,
Coming to dilute a feel good moment.
To boost frustrations...
Hosted by aggravation.
Aren't you tired of the preparation?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm also involved in the rights of the disabled and do some fundraising for that and I thought it would have been a big boost for the campaign but it couldn't be worked out.
quote by David Prowse
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I think attacks on civilians in fact boost morale.
quote by Tom Paulin
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Bands always call me when they are in need of a boost and I come in and put them back on top.
quote by Nile Rodgers
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Too Too Cool
You've gotten too cool.
And you've got me,
Curious.
What did you do to yourself,
That makes you appear this cool.
You've gotten too cool.
And you've got me,
Quite curious.
Whatchu do to yo' self,
That makes you appear this cool.
Did you get yourself another new pet?
Has someone come back confessing regret?
Did you win the last minute of a bet?
And this has lifted,
Up your chest!
You've gotten too cool.
And you've got me,
Curious.
What did you do to yourself,
That makes you appear this cool.
Did you get yourself another new pet?
Cool.
Has someone confessed regret?
That's cool.
Did you win the last minute of a bet?
So cool.
And this is a boost,
To your chest.
Did you get yourself another new pet?
Cool.
Has someone confessed regret?
That's cool.
Did you win the last minute of a bet?
So cool.
And this is a boost,
To your chest.
You've gotten too cool.
And you've got me,
Curious.
What did you do to yourself,
That makes you appear this cool.
You've gotten too cool.
And you've got me,
Quite curious.
Whatchu do to yo' self,
That makes you appear this cool.
Did you get yourself another new pet?
Cool.
Has someone confessed regret?
That's cool.
Did you win the last minute of a bet?
So cool.
And this is a boost,
To your chest.
You've gotten too cool.
And you've got me,
Quite curious.
Did you get yourself another new pet?
Cool.
Has someone confessed regret?
That's cool.
Did you win the last minute of a bet?
So cool.
And this is a boost,
To your chest.
Yoor cool.
'Cool.'
Too too cool.
'Too too cool.'
Yoor cool.
'Cool.'
Too too cool.
'Too too cool.'
Yoor cool.
'Cool.'
Too too cool.
'Too too cool.'
Yoor cool.
'Cool.'
Too too cool.
'Too too cool.'
And give up heat!
Cool...
Cool cool cool.
And give up heat!
Cool...
Cool cool cool.
And give up heat!
Cool...
Cool cool cool.
And give up heat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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