Wanksta!
wanksta
a one-line poem in itself;
a sociological truffle
to be sniffed, snorted and snaffled
by academic hogstas;
a British schoolboy taunt
for a sad loser
with more than a hint of
adolescent sexual guilt
and strengthened by the shouts
of football terraces
now fierce with
the combative
minority-to-majority
two fingers to Culture
black ethos of the deprived
asserting its claim,
rappin ' on the door, yea, rappin' on the door
of that same Kulcha
yet mediated by the assertive
individual competition
of those same cultural fighters
taunting each other,
schoolboys with loaded guns
wanksta
wanksta, wanksta,
yo ain't no gangsta
a word that's all front
and no back
but as a poet
I enjoy it
this youngsta
kidstar
on the block
of living language
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Related quotes
tude Lyric
I’m the man to be,
cos I’m me, me, me;
but you’re just you
and who cares who
I’m the greatest,
I could be the hatest,
you’re down on your luck
but I don’t care a ****,
life is tough,
an’ life is rough,
but that’s enuff
who cares a stuff
I don’ need to write
cos ed-u-cation’s shite;
I jus’ like to spray
my mark somewhere each day
I score the chix,
I score a fix,
me an’ you don’t mix
cos I know the trix
I’m the koolest gangsta,
you, you’re just a wanksta,
my posse an’ me
hand out cruel-tyy
I got a shooter
you ain’t worth a hoota;
I got a knife,
you ain’t got a life
I gotta switch, man -
ain’t your life a bitch?
I gotta blade, man -
got it all made
ain’t no lovin’
like my ho an’ me..
(what’s that, Mom? …It’s time for tea? …)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Minority Government
The wise are in minority.
The rulers are in minority
Rogues too are in minority.
So are captains and militants.
Teachers are in minority.
Bishops are in minority.
Juries too are minority.
So are smugglers and the rich.
Americans are in minority.
Human beings are in minority.
Minority rules the majority.
Minority rides the majority.
Majority yields to minority.
Majority fears the minority,
And loves to play the role of drudgery.
The sign of majority is slavery
23.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Dont Stop Rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
And I dont stop rappin
Just dont stop
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Dont stop that rap
Well Im sir too short
The true mc
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mike and I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
I dont stop rappin
My rap dont stop, you know it cant
I get on the mic and I make big bank
Unlike some rappers that I know
Trying to get no, but that dont go
Im that rapper, sir too short
I know youve heard my name before
And if you havent, now you have
Sir too short dont stop that rap
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im so rough so tough when I talk my stuff
I dont stop rappin cuz Im too tough
Telling you rappers what its all about
Most mcs are played out
But not too short, Im the best
You know too short is so so fresh
If thats not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Im sir too short, the rapping man
Im a cold mc and I know I am
Im the big time rapper from east oakland
Into music and making fans
I love young ladies who love my rhymes
Cuz what they say is right on time
The only mc with fresh hits
Its sir too short, he never quits
Thats so so true, what they say
I hear those words every day
Cause Im an mc rapper who gives you more
The big time rapper, sir too short
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Why do rappers rap like me
Because I rap originally
I never ever will, sing your rap
Ill leave it to you and its just like that
I sing my rap and I know you like
The way sir too short rocks the mic
The sucker mcs dont even front
Even though too short is what they want
Cause what I say is well prepared
I look at a rapper and I make him scared
Scared to battle, the cold cold capper
Ill even be part on a female rapper
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
C a l I f o r
N I a and a superstar
That what it is, thats what I see
California life was made for me
Born and raised in the golden state
Mc rapper and you know Im great
Just cooling out, acting shy
I got my mic and my rap wont stop
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
I met a freak named jiggle g
Took her on a date and spent one penny
She bought me dinner, I bought her gum
Took her to my house to have some fun
I said jiggle g, your so fresh
You look so fine with your big big breasts
I spit my game to her so tough
Sir too short was coming up
I did just what I wanted to
But when I finished what did I do
I took her home, real real fast
I charged her up for wasted gas
I knew just what she had to say
Lets get together on our next pay day
Cuz like I said, I know whats happening
And you know too cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Sir too short
Spit that rap
Oh yes baby, Im the most
Sir too short from the west coast
My rap dont stop, it never could
Im known all in your neighborhood
As an mc rapper, right on time
Sucker mcs dont sing my rhymes
Cuz if they do, Ill be slapping
Sucker mcs cuz Im all about rappin
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Mc rappers, from the o
You talk about short, but you dont know
If you rap original
I might kick back and watch your show
But if I did what would I see
A so fake and imitating sucka mc
In my face trying to rap like me
But none of you suckas can rock that beat
Cuz you stand there looking like a sap
And in your rap I hear my rap
The sucka mc must want my fame
Cuz he didnt stop rappin till he heard my name
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im sir too short on the mic
Gonna tell ya what kind of girls too short likes
I like those girls that are real real fine
Thick young tenders, yours and mine
Its not all about getting that steak
Cuz what is a girl without a lot of bank
A bump and a grind and shes on her knees
The way it is now you might catch a disease
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Sir too short
Dont stop that rap
I dont stop rappin, just dont stop
Dont stop rappin dont stop dont stop
Too short, so fresh
Ill show you how the game comes from the west
Cuz you never ever knew that it was going on
Till a brother like me put it in a song
And Im always fresh, never the same
Just dont stop that fishes game
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im sir too short, Im that mc
Fresh again, with the beat
Im the big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mic and I dont stop rapping
Dont stop
I dont stop rapping
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Dont stop rapping
Dont stop that rap
song performed by by Too Short
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The Majesty of the majority
The arrogance of the majority
Kills the freedom of the minority.
The authority of the majority
Checks the progress of the minority.
The humility of the majority
Tends the growth of the minority
The majesty of the majority
Grants the safety of the minority
Let the Babaar majid be rebuilt.
[The majid was an unused mosque built centuries ago in the place of a Hindu temple, and was destructed by the Hindu faith people giving a shock to the country’s secularism]
11.01.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Poem's Language
a poem has it's own language
if a poet uses the glamour of the language
in his poem...the language
would stand out
if a poet shows his versatality over the language
in his poem...the poet
would stand out
the poet and the language should
lose themselves in the poem...for
the poem to speak it's own language
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Vulture Culture
Lenny zakatek - lead vocal
Somehow you made it in the big wide world
And youre absolutely home and dry
You got away from a one horse town
And the only way out was to fly
You heard a lot about an easy street
And it seems like the place to be
You heard some talk about a slippery slope
But you think it cant happen to me
Vulture culture
Use it or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is calling wont you join the dance
Moving onto wall street why not take a chance
Its a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Nowhere to turn around and catch your breath
Its all relatively trouble free
No need to bother with the bottom line
Or a money back guarantee
You sign a deal thats been etched in stone
Its absolutely cut and dry
Thats when they got you in the danger zone
And the only way out is to die
Vulture culture
Use it or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on wall street shakes you by the hand
Such a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Use it or you lose it
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywoods a no go not a second chance
Nobody on wall street gives a second glance
Its a vulture culture
Moving to the beat of the band
Its a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Its just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Individual rights are not subject to a public vote; a majority has no right to vote away the rights of a minority; the political function of rights is precisely to protect minorities from oppression by majorities (and the smallest minority on earth is the individual).
Cotton Alley
[ music: john lombardo/lyric: natalie merchant ]
One time
You made me cry
Be proud that i
Remember
My chin is sore
The bruise is gone
But the spot is tender
Gave my hand a sister coy
To cotton alley where
You did enjoy
Your wicked games
You curious boy
Tied my laces up together
When I fell
You laughed
Until your belly was sore
In the brick laid aisle behind
The five and dime store
Thats how
I made you blush
But doubt if you
Remember
Were my tears genuine
Or those of a skilled
Pretender
Nothing precious
Plain to see
Dont make a fuss over me
Not loud
Not soft
But somewhere in between
Say sorry
Let it be
The word you mean
I was a little pest who
Never took a hint
Could never
Take a hint
You pinched my fingers
In a door
Tossed my coloring book in a
Rusty barrel
Pulled spiders from my hair
Fingers in the door
My favorite blue blouse
Stained on the back
Running from a berry war
Can you hear me scream
In cotton alley
Scream in cotton alley
In cotton alley
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Let everyone leave all the guns - British guns and Irish guns - outside the door.
quote by Martin McGuinness
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Broke Down Engine
1. feel like a broke-down engine, aint got no drivin wheel,
Feel like a broke-down engine, aint got no drivin wheel.
You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.
2. been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke,
Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke,
I done pawned my pistol, baby, my best clothes been sold.
Lordy, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord,
Lordy, lord.
3. I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees,
I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees,
I aint cryin for no religion, lord, give me back my good gal please.
4. if you give me back my baby, I wont worry you no more,
Give me back my baby, I wont worry you no more,
Dont have to put her in my house, lordy, just lead her to my door.
Lordy, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord,
Lordy, lord.
5. cant you hear me, baby, rappin on your door?
Cant you hear me, baby, rappin on your door?
Now you hear me tappin, tappin across your floor.
6. feel like a broke-down engine, aint got no drive at all,
Feel like a broke-down engine, aint got no drive at all.
What make me love my woman, she can really do the georgia crawl.
7. feel like a broke-down engine, aint got no whistle or bell,
Feel like a broke-down engine, aint got no whistle or bell,
If youre a real hot momma, come take away daddys weeping spell.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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According to this view, democracy is a product of western culture, and it cannot be applied to the Middle East which has a different cultural, religious, sociological and historical background.
quote by Recep Tayyip Erdogan
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Two special agents at the front door pulled me outside. By that time, they had already had the house surrounded with loaded weapons, machine guns, shotguns... about 25 federal agents.
quote by Sherman Austin
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Conceptual Sociogram(4)
After 50 years of dictatorship,
gang culture is so angry and
academic culture is even following it and
mass culture is following commercial culture blindly
so dark.
poet nyein way
mynanmar conceptual poets station(MCPS)
Were Coming In Loaded
(words & music by blackwell - scott)
Ooh yes were comin in loaded, ooh yes were comin in loaded
Ill hold the boat steady brother like a rock
Full speed a head until we hit the dock
Were heading for home, the fishing was great
Were comin in loaded cause were all out of bait
Well, well, well, well, well
Oh well now yeah!
We gottem packed to the water-line
Some got away but the catch was fine
Never saw such big ones, mman oh man,
Were comin in loaded just as fast as we can
Well, well, well, well, well
Oh well now yeah!
Im gonna see my baby soon as I get back
Knock on the door with my pockets packed
Shell look at me well she cant say no
Were comin in loaded so come on lets go
Well, well, well, well, well
Oh well now yeah!
Oh well now yeah!
Yeah! were comin in loaded
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Starts/Ends/Thoughts/Randoms of Poem that Are in Progress
Poem title: Unknown 1
Like a line in a song
Like a letter in word
Poem title: Unknown 2
Keeps you sane
But keeps the pain
Poem title: Unknown 3
Starved for help
Thirsty to be free
Poem title: Free
So turn the key
and unlock the door
set your self free
from this cage
Open the door
and let yourself through
poem by Jenn Koning
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0026 Listening to a reading by Robert Hass
There are so many different postures
that may be adopted while listening
to a poetry reading especially
one that’s being filmed -
different tilts of neck and head,
some natural, some chosen
to suit the occasion;
it’s the panelled reading-room of Berkeley –
lecture desk, a couple of sofas,
inappropriately satin-striped for library use;
various chairs; November mid-day Bay Area sunlight
filters through the high windows,
the room’s comfortably full, a number
at the poet’s feet, mostly younger girls
and a boy whose clothes say poet;
but just outside the door, pressing in
like the background crowd in an 'important'
Renaissance painting, a horde it seems;
some fire or other precautions have
kept them out, as would
the prissy warnings that precede the video,
that adult themes and language
will be used, and
‘viewer discretion is advised’…
Zack Rogow who has introduced the poet
sits back relaxed – he's done a good and generous job;
some sit as if they’re on screen all the time - which they are;
some sit as if ‘I’m just here with him…’;
the girl on the floor looks at her companion
after each poem as if for validation
of some frail cultural bond or fragile claim;
some look as if they’re older faculty wives
attending more a social occasion, except that
the one who doesn't like a poet - is a poet;
one girl's got a note-book and a dreamy look -
she's gleaning seeds for her own poems;
that girl with the perfectly chosen spectacle frames
assesses the speaker 'coolly';
a girl at the back tilts her head
as if already practising for the time
in forty years when she’ll be a wealthy patron of the arts
who can afford to be close to culture
yet detached – she paid for it…
and the man who’s reading to us with a smile
twisted with humour and affection and humanity
in a face lined with the challenge of the inexpressible
is radiantly, the happiest human being in the room
and - his eyes say too - loves them all and individually,
just above, or just below, his love of words and speech.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Show the door
Show the door
Ready to go
We the four.
Front back next
Door is best.
Show the door
Ready to go
We the four.
With in the door
From death's door
We are out of door
O door keeper
Show the door
Call is there
More and more.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Minority
I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the morals of majority
'cuz I wanna be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dark
the freaks are all alone
A face in the crowd
A song against the mold
without a doubt singled out
the only way I do
'cuz I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the morals of majority
'cuz I wanna be the minority
Step out on the light
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
to my own beat now
the only way to go
One light
song performed by by Green Day
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The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.
Not Your Type Of Town
It will never be known as a cultural town
Where footballers and macho men vie for renown
In the pub one once spoke of Rembrandt someone asked who is he
If he does play football his name is strange to me.
If you cannot talk of work, farming, politics or sports and join your pub mates in a beer
This not your sort of town what business have you here
Though if you like line dancing and Country music that might be your saving grace
For these are the most cultural things that are known to the place.
If you talk of Beethoven or Handel they might ask who are they
For they must not be famous never heard of them anyway
Those we most admire play cricket or football
These are the people that we wish to recall.
If you are literary minded or a poet at heart
Or if you are one who is interested in art
Then this is a town you ought not to live in
For here you may not meet with similar kin.
poem by Francis Duggan
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