Zip It
You can not tell people
Who have been trapped and raise on crap.
That they are also ignorant, fat and lazy!
Since those that are...
Will not appreciate that!
There is a fine line between honesty and disrespect.
To say, 'Hey you, fat ass! '
May not get the response one expects.
Or even to say to someone walking down the street...
'Do you mind standing still for one moment?
The ground is shaking,
And its causing my nose to bleed! '
No one will regard this as a compliment at all!
Nor a snide remark behind their backs...
'Is there an eclipse of the Sun?
That has darkened the sky,
To cause night to come...
And suddenly fall? '
This is not nice,
To say behind one with a tremendous butt!
Nor interrupting them with rude comments to ask...
If they would like a ride from a truck,
To help them speed up their strut!
Just don't say nothing at all.
And be thankful you are not responsible to pay,
For their grocery or medical bills!
Knowing you can barely pay your own!
And lifestyles are getting out of touch.
Making everyone ill!
Some things observed are better left as they are.
With no need of a spoken word to be heard.
'Zip it!
There is need to be obscene.
As if making announcements...
On a tour of new museum exhibits!
Just zip it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Line Is Fine
Look at me I'm so disgusting
I will never find another
Quite like you
You make me blue
With the things you do
Look at you you're so familiar
We could be so cool together
All the time
Could all be fine
We're on the line
The line is fine
Open up mah window
The line is fine
Standing on the ledge
Well I don't look down
Looking at the people
Well they all look fine
It's not just life or death
Yesterday we talked together
But tonight it's just the weather
Chillin' me
What's the point in silly talking
We could get there quicker walking
Down the line
could all be fine
But we're on the line
The line is fine
But staring at the faces
Standing in a row
Think of all the places
That they have yet to go
They don't know
song performed by by Travis from Good Feeling
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Line Is Fine
Look at me Im so disgusting
I will never find another
Quite like you
You make me blue
With the things you do
Look at you youre so familiar
We could be so cool together
All the time
Could all be fine
Were on the line
The line is fine
Open up ma window
The line is fine
Standing on the ledge
Well I dont look down
Looking at the people
Well they all look fine
Its not just life or death
Yesterday we talked together
But tonight its just the weather
Chillin me
Whats the point in silly talking
We could get there quicker walking
Down the line
Could all be fine
But were on the line
The line is fine
Chorus
But staring at the faces
Standing in a row
Thinking of all the places
That they have yet to go/they dont know
song performed by by Travis
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Background
You wish to find something in my background,
To soundly pound into the surrounding ground?
I've tested and teased and experimented too.
There is nothing that I hide,
In my background from you.
In fact my honesty may be more than you believe.
Every hair on my butt has been inspected for all to see.
And I keep in shape...
Just in case,
I am dared to moon!
My dignity I pride.
With an identity I trust!
But if you must probe into my background...
You can begin with my butt!
I am told it is one of my assets.
And I know that when I strut!
Proud am I to be so blessed...
With an abundance of 'gifts'
I shared and love to give...
With a less expected arresting seriousness,
Some live to inhabit within limited exhibits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Spiked Balloon
A Puffer fish was in a cross huff,
he had suddenly run out of puff.
‘How can I keep my system alive,
when danger to me, might well arrive‘.
He met up with an electric Eel,
who said, ‘I do know just how you feel,
t’was shocking, when I lost my power,
all I could do was hide and cower‘.
An Octopus with tentacles long,
said, ’now come on, tell me what is wrong’,
And after he’d heard the sorry tale,
he had a word with his friend the Whale.
‘We’ve decided it’s a rest you need,
your life’s been lived at tremendous speed.
you must slow down and take things easy,
you’ll most likely be feeling queasy‘.
‘Take a week off and find somewhere nice,
your puff will reappear in a trice.
you’ve blown yourself and you require rest,
listen to us, we know what is best‘.
So, for a whole seven lazy days,
the Puffer fish, not one fin did raise.
He recouped his strength, and very soon,
his body became a spiked balloon.
He thanked Octopus, who left propelled,
also Whale, who he thought had excelled.
And though not now scared to face his foes,
Eel follows close, wherever he goes.
JUST IN CASE.! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Feel Too Good
Feel too good to go to work today
I need a little more time so I can stay this way
Lets go for a ride on the circle line
Couldnt you use a day in the sunshine
Mustnt let your bank payments get behind
The bills may pile up, I just brush them off my mind
I cant let debt collectors bother me
Because I feel too good
I feel so good that you just cant bring me down
I cant remember when I felt so high
My mind is on vacation and I dont know why
Wouldnt you like to go for a country drive
Doesnt it make you feel good to be alive
Luncheon by the roadside will do just fine
I left the water running
It just must have slipped my mind
Cant let the little things bother me
Because I feel too good
I feel so good that you just cant bring me down
Someones bound to bring you down
Theres a strange speaking man on the front lawn
Making rude noises and gestures
Its just the neighbors got something on his mind
Feel too good
I cant let frenchie start to bother me
Because I feel too good
I feel so good that you just cant bring me down
song performed by by Utopia
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Whatever It Takes!
fuel prices keep rising,
and it trickles down.
grocery prices skyrocket,
people walking behind empty buggies.
small businesses shutting down,
people left without work.
either the rent, the light bill,
or a little something to eat,
you've gotta choose.
over half the people in this country
on the edge of going under.
and it's as bad or worse
around the world.
where does it stop?
where does it end?
the elite continue making money
on the backs of the poor.
starting wars, drilling for oil,
making closed door deals.
and the anger rises, simmers,
and threatens to boil.
the only hope for the future
is an equal distribution of goods,
a system where everybody
that will work has a chance.
now the question is
what does it take
for that to happen.
do we have to burn Rome down again?
whatever it takes...
now is the time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Museum of Nothing
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
And inquire, once inside...
Why was nothing there,
To sustain them with pride.
And from room to vacant room,
They walked behind the tour guide!
So the board of directors,
Decided to please them all.
And changed the name of the museum!
The museum was renamed,
The Museum of Nothing.
And people came in the Winter,
Spring, Summer and Fall.
And 'nothing' it was affectionately called.
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
Some adjusting to the nothingness.
While others stood for hours,
Just to stare as if in disbelief.
Addicted to anything said to them.
And clearly easy to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm New at This
A robust return to a 'then' that has diminished...
Complete with backyard barbecues,
And Sun drenched bathers.
Sitting along the family pool,
That's fenced in and envied...
By binocular using neighbors.
Can now be considered as historical occurrences...
Of a time when plastic reigned.
And good credit was an interpretation,
Of a bank that has closed.
With executives overqualified to flip burgers.
While those too poor to step through doors,
Without being escorted out by security guards...
Now find themselves annoyed by those complaining,
About what they don't have and the difficulties experienced...
Trying to feed themselves on foodstamps.
'You're kidding?
Well...
I'm one of those 'useless' welfare people.
Perhaps the one standing at the end of this line,
Will find your comments more interesting.'
~OH!
I'm sorry.
I'm new at this! ~
'Making announcements will not make a difference.
If you follow this line about 3 or 4 blocks...
You 'might' discover the end of it!
And...
Don't worry about it.
This gets old very quickly!
As well as those degrading insults.
You know...
Like the 'go-back-to-Africa comments?
Most of us have been living in a jungle for years!
Hope you enjoy the 'safari'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're Making My Purpose Very Difficult
Content and substance
Intended to deliver
A meaning driven by a purpose
With a hopeful comprehension
That explores misunderstanding
'Huh?
I'm exploring my intent to mug you
You are the 'muggee'
And I
I am the 'mugger'
You're making my purpose very difficult
Do you OR do you not intend
To hand over to me your wallet? '
Are your serious?
Do you realize I am on a fixed income?
And you are here
Brandishing a gun?
Talking some nonsense?
Hand you my wallet?
I don't carry a wallet!
And furthermore
HEY! ?
You come back here
I'm not finished!
Hey?
Did you hear me?
Damn kids
Walking around making demands!
Pants hanging off his butt
Running away like he's carrying a diaper load.
AND
He expects to get something from me?
And he couldn't stay to understand a word I said?
When I was that age,
At least I was polite!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guy With A Gold Dog
Italian guy with no last name lives on a street,
it doesn't connect to make it discreet.
The street's last letter ends with an r,
he has a motorcycle and an old antique car.
He rides in a white Chevy truck,
his street names has a word that
rhymes with the four letter word _______.
He has light blue eyes,
they are as light as the skies.
He works with his hands filling up pans
or making things break like a knife to a cake.
Once rode on his bike while my
sunglasses went for a hike,
on to exit, but not on the turnpike.
I petted his dog whose hair is gold,
heard a funny story about his dog
Guy once had told.
Maybe one day he will laugh at this poem.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Boozer's Blunder (2) (Drunk-Driving)
On a busy street,
during rush-hour peak,
the cars running at high speed.
the tyres of them screech,
the dark smoke they reek,
the road signs the drunk bus-driver never heeds,
the pedestrian's heart rapidly beat,
the passengers praying repeat after repeat,
the bus running into the front jeep,
making some people suffer wounds so deep,
and profusely bleed,
so severe that to death it leads,
causing a lot of grief,
wailing and weep,
spending many nights without sleep,
the victim family's mind is devoid of peace.
Fine Line
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
Don't pretend you don't see
What's in front of your eyes
We're scraping the gutter
Or we're touching the skies
There's times when I feel
I'm in the eye of a storm
But there's times when I feel
That we could fly up to the moon
To the moon
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
I know you agree that
We should try to work it out
It's too good to throw away
I never had a doubt
We're so good together
And there's nothing to prove
Seems we gotta learn
To take the rough times with the smooth
With the smooth
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
song performed by by Will Young from From Now On
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Feel Like Making Love
Take my hand
Lead me to another place
I never been
I wanna be released
Set me free
I'm not talking bout letting me go
But I'm just talking bout pulling me close
To where our bodies are becoming as one
Turn off the lights cause boy we've just begun
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Here I am
I'm all yours for tonight
But every night
It could be
You and I
For a lifetime
Could have stayed all to myself
And played the game like everybody else
But boy I want you and that's no lie
Because you keep me so satisfied
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
It would be nice if you spend the night
Ain't nothing wrong if you treat me right
Why don't we take it nice and slow
Hold on tight baby don't let go
It would be nice if you spend the night
Ain't nothing wrong if you treat me right
Why don't we take it nice and slow
Hold on tight baby don't let go
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
Feel like making love
All through the night
All through the night
Come hold me tight
It would be nice if you spend the night
Ain't nothing wrong if you treat me right
Why don't we take it nice and slow
Hold on tight baby don't let go
It would be nice if you spend the night
Ain't nothing wrong if you treat me right
Why don't we take it nice and slow
Hold on tight baby don't let go
[Chorus till fade]
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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The World Is a Beautiful Place
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician
poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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The Old Gunn's Gully Line
The ole train puffs in once a day
On the ole Gunn's Gully line;
In a lazy, leisurely kind o' way
She comes in, wet or fine.
Nobody wants her, nobody needs her,
Nobody likes her, nobody heeds; her
Usefulness is done.
But, wet or fine, or sun or shine,
That ole train's got to run.
A man an' a dog, they loaf about
To watch the train come in;
An' a man an' a boy an' a bag get out
With Bowyang's ole cream-tin.
An' all men say wot all men know:
That all things are as all things show,
An' the trip don't pay for grease.
But, come wot may, the Heads they say
Them trips must never cease.
Now, to an' from the market town,
On the new Gunn's Gully road,
The motor cars speed up an' down,
An' trucks with many a load,
For there's the road, an' there's the car,
An' there's the chance; so, there you are!
Let progress forge ahead!
But the Heads they say them cars must pay
Or the ole train might dropp dead.
The ole train puffs out once a day
On the ole Gunn's Gully spin;
With a man inside, some days, to ride
With Bowyang's old cream-tin.
And men ask, Why? An' men ask who
The ole train serves like the morors do?
But the Heads must have their fun.
So they shoves a tax on the people's backs;
For that ole train's-got-to-run!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Dont
Walking round this metropolis
With its buildings that reach to the clouds
There must be millions of people out there
Walking round with their heads bowed
This city kills me, but it thrills me
Now somethings gone and held up the crowd
Theyre pointing at a man standing high on a ledge
And somebody just cried out loud
Dont look down at the people below, oh
Dont look down
Its a long way to fall and Id sure like to know
What made it happen, sure makes you think
Must have been something special
To send him to the brink
Down here on the sidewalk, hes clearly in view
Then a voice shouts up to him
Try thinking it through but whatever you do
Chorus:
Dont look down
At the people below, oh
Dont look down, things might start looking up
You just never know
Hes heard the cries of the lunatics facing defeat
The cheers of the winners
Who are dancing in the street
Perhaps the crime and corruption finally got through
And the violence of the city
Just broke him in two
Now a voice from the queue shouts
Chorus
Dont look down, dont look down
Down here on the sidewalk
Its stopped all our lives
People are talking instead of just walking by
Before this happened it was just another day
Now people are talking instead of walking away
Now were gripped by this tragedy
Our blood starts to pump as we all shout together
Dont jump, dont jump
Chorus
Dont look down, we all shouted out, oh
Dont look down
Its a long way to fall and Id sure like to know
What made it happen, guess well never know
Now the suns come out
Looks like hes standing on a rainbow
Hes in the heavens, Im standing on the ground
Saying dont look down
song performed by by Kinks
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St. Matthew
By michael nesmith
She walks around on brass rings that never touch her feet.
She speaks in conversations that never are complete.
And looking over past things that she has never done
She calls herself st. matthew, when she is on the run.
She stoops down to gather partly shattered men
And knows that when it's over it will start again.
Both the times she smiled it was a portrait of the sun.
She calls herself st. matthew, when she is on the run.
Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.
She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named st. matthew, when she is on the run.
Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.
She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named st. matthew, when she is on the run.
song performed by by Monkees
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What If It Was You ?
VERSE 1
See her on the street
Selling her body just to make ends meet
Every day's the same sad story
She prays but no one answers back
A soul who never had a chance
Don't you laugh at her misfortune
Everyone can take a fall
If you were walking in those footsteps
Wouldn't laugh at all
CHORUS
What if it was you standing on the street
What if it was you without enough to eat
What if it was you with nothing left to lose
What if it was you standing in those shoes
What if it was you all alone out there
Didn't have a choice didn't have a prayer
What if it was you down on your luck
What if it was you and no one gave a...
VERSE 2
He's there everyday
Askin' hey mista' can you spare some change
Why don'tcha get a job is all they say
You live with no such thing as pride
You're living just to stay alive
Don't you laugh at his misfortune
Anyone can take his place
If you were walking in those footsteps
Wouldya' feel the same
CHORUS
What if it was you standing on the street
What if it was you without enough to eat
What if it was you with nothing left to lose
What if it was you standing in those shoes
What if it was you all alone out there
Didn't have a voice didn't have a prayer
What if it was you down on your luck
What if it was you and no one gave a...
MIDDLE 8
What if everyday you woke up without knowing
How you gonna eat, where you gonna sleep
What if hard times hit you would you be so quick to
Judge another judge your brother
Or would you feel how it would be in their shoes
Don't you laugh at their mistfortune
Everyone can take a fall
If you were walking in those footsteps
Wouldn't laugh at all
CHORUS
What if it was you standing on the street
What if it was you without enough to eat
What if it was you with nothing left to lose
What if it was you standing in those shoes
What if it was you all alone out there
Didn't have a choice didn't have a prayer
What if it was you down on your luck
What if it was you and no one gave a...
song performed by by 411
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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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Hollow World
I heard a speech in religious congregation
It was widely read out in relation
With worldly happenings and people around
The speech was tremendous and seemed very sound
As all religious leaders try to prove something good
To preach and get satisfaction out of it and consider as food
What do they have with them except to part with good words?
Spread the message with love of almighty or lords
They have found refuge under roof of holy homes
Where no one is shunted out but always welcomed
Nice treatment with all help for possible mental peace
Nice words, healing touch and free from any satire or tease
But we live in live world surrounded by sheer lies
All sorts of rumors, propaganda and false promises
Dependence on such persons whose words are hollow
We know about it but still compelled to follow
If not, then there is cruel world to face
Left behind in sands even though considered as mad race
For paltry sum or gain of no significance
Daily quarrels, altercations and pursuit of insignificance
We live in world that is built on promises
Constructed by liars with full of flaws and misses
I love listening to such gimmicks despite knowing the reality
To hide the emotions and inside rage is called very good quality
Well, no one can claim aloofness
It may be called dirty ground reality and dirty surface
Yet we have to live with it by making permanent base
Run after it, grab it and survive after making frantic chase
No one has succeeded in escaping from its dragnet
The ground has been made slippery and wet
There are every chance of slipping
Cry over bad fate and weeping
It may remain so for centuries to come
We may feel as if imprisoned in drum
Where our voice can’t be heard by outside world
As they have become used to and developed cold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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