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A Short-Cut

There was a route too quick,
To the very occurrence of sick,
I can not complain,
And too so main,
What is there like a lick?

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Watch

I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent,
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick;
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.

poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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The Watch

I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...

poem by Barry Cornwall
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Quick

Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.

Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.

Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.

Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jesus Is The Main Man

Jesus is the main man.
That's it.
No more comments!
Jesus is the main man.
You can zip your parted lips, now!
Jesus is the main man.
Forget those pity stops at pits.
Jesus is the main man.
This you 'must' admit, now!
Jesus is the main man.
That's it.
No more comments on it made...
To degrade or say what else may fit.
Jesus is the main man.
Know this,
And get lifted quick!
Jesus is the main man.
Understand this as best you can.
Jesus is the main man.
Commanded when you pray,
Now!
Jesus is the main man.
That's it...
No need for further comments on it!
Jesus is the main man.
He's like a gift one gets,
To share unlimited!
Jesus is the main man.
It's hard to sit still,
When something received
Is known
To be real!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Sick

I'm so sick of the worthlessness,
Your brutal attacks.
The people bent over,
To be whipped on their backs.
So sick of the falsehood,
The folklore, the lies.
The cries of a mother,
Who's only son dies.

So sick of the emptiness,
At the end of the world.
Hurt from the bruises,
From being 'your girl.'
Sick of 'I miss you's'
So glad that you're gone.
Yet still blinded by tears,
That drown out the dawn.

So sick of your cheating,
You replaced me too quick.
But what this comes down to,
Is Baby, Your Sick!

poem by Em Jay Christian
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Forgotten to Bring a Pad and Pen

With my writings...
I would love to communicate,
With a clarity comprehended.
But the levels of misunderstanding...
Have increased.
And concepts one chooses simplified...
Does not provide growth.
Even though ignorance,
Does seem to attract more attention!
And having conversations with myself...
Has not convinced one bystander,
That I was intelligent at all!
Not if I am the one witnessing
Any one of them on any given day...
Whispering in the ear of a policeman,
Who suspiciously glances my way!
And on those days,
Wouldn't you know it...
I had forgotten to bring a pad and pen?
And to memorize my thoughts,
Of course...
They had to be said over and over...
And over again!

'Yes officer...
I am a writer.
'Lick me quick! Lick me quick! '
Was not a reference made to that young lady at all!
You see...
I write in double entendres!
And I...'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Dick And The Clock

When Dicky was sick
In the night, and the clock,
As he listened, said 'Tick-
Atty--tick-atty--tock!'
He said that _it_ said,
Every time it said 'Tick,'
It said 'Sick,' instead,
And he _heard_ it say 'Sick!'
And when it said 'Tick-
Atty--tick-atty--tock,'
He said it said 'Sick-
Atty--sick-atty--sock!'
And he tried to _see_ then,
But the light was too dim,
Yet he _heard_ it again--
And't was _talking_ to him!

And then it said 'Sick-
Atty--sick-atty--sick
You poor little Dick-
Atty--Dick-atty--dock!
Have you got the hick-
Atties? Hi! send for Doc
To hurry up quick
Atty--quick-atty--quock,
And heat a hot brick-
Atty--brick-atty--brock,

And rikle-ty wrap it
And clickle-ty clap it
Against his cold feet-
Al-ty--weep-aty--eepaty--
_There_ he goes, slapit-
Ty--slippaty--sleepaty!'

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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So Sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Ricky Baker
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Im sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Malorie Genoff
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Lick It Up

Dont wanna wait til you know me better
Lets just be glad for the time together
Lifes such a treat and its time you taste it
There aint a reason on earth to waste it
It aint a crime to be good to yourself
Chorus:
Lick it up, lick it up, its only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up
Dont need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like youre on vacation
Theres something sweet you cant buy with money - lick it up, lick it up
Its all you need, so believe me honey
It aint a crime to be good to yourelf
Chorus
Come on - its only right now (its only right now)
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah) ooh yeah (ooh yeah), yeah yeah
Chorus repeats out

song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sick of Being Sick

I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !

poem by Shelby Brockway
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Deep In That Socket

Lipstick thick on lips delicious.
And I wanna lick 'em...
Then sick 'em in that pocket.

And I don't think I'll deny her,
A reason...
To try it.
Since I know...
How I got it to rocket.

And she dosen't seem as greedy...
As those greedy in a 'need'.
She's not like that!

'That's a fatal attraction! '

I don't like knocking my rocks,
All alone!

Lipstick thick on lips delicious.
And I wanna lick 'em...
Them sick 'em in the pocket.
And she got it to rocket.

Lipstick thick on lips delicious.
And I wanna lick 'em...
Then sick 'em in that pocket.

And if those lips are kissin' right...
We'll get good to satisfy a moan!
Deep in that socket...
To knock, bend and bop it!

But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!

'That's a fatal attraction! '

But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!

'That's a fatal attraction! '

But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!
But,
She ain't like that!

'That's a fatal attraction! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cocaine Blues

Everytime my baby and me go up town
police come and they knock me down
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Early one morning, half past four
cocaine came knockin' on my door.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Am Sick....

I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.

poem by Winifred Harkness
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Sneak a Little Lick

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Every single piece of it!

You can...
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And...
Destiny!

But don't...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And destiny!

If that's your wish...
To pick it up to ditch!
But,
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!

Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down,
If that's your wish.
But that peach found,
Might be your gift.
So pick it up and eat it!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick I Am...

i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick...please don`t tell anyone...
i am sick...please forgive me if i hurt you...
i am sick...going so faraway from here...
i am sick...saying this only for you...
i am sick...maybe will never come back...
i am sick...remember me and never forget me...
i am sick...pray for me and wish me all best what you can...
i am sick...all wounds i have inside my heart...
i am sick...please don`t be sad...
i am sick... and you will never see me..

poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Arms Wide

man am i sick of this drama comin out so quick
man am i sick of this s**t thats tryna stick
man yeah im sick but i dont care
i said that if you needed a hand id be there
long as you told me when, long as you showed me where
so tell me what its got yo doin now
this sick son of a b***h they call love
tell me where it hurt you and tell me how
this sick son of a b***h they call love
cuz if your an addict, then call me a drug
you can find me on the corner, arms wide wit a hug

poem by David Wilson
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Sicckk

sick of it..
im so sick of it
im sick of waking up in the morning.
im sick of you saying im nothing,
im sick of you calling me down.
im sick of you drinking all the time. |
im sick of you blaming everything on meh.
im sick of you
im sick of this
im sick of everything..
but must of all your the one im sick of..

i relise your the reson for my pain...
sorry mom..
its time for me to goo..

poem by Cheylayna Bear
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(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66

If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway that's the best
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
It winds from Chicago to LA
More than two thousand miles all the way
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Now you go through Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri
And Oklahoma City looks mi-ighty pretty
You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
When you make that California trip
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Won't you get hip to this ti-imely tip
When you make a-that California trip
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
A-get your kicks on Route sixty-six
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Sick Of Their Tricks

I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.

My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention.
With an unleashed disbelief.

I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.

Donating my time to be further manipulated,
To have my focus by them castrated.
Has left them behind to tempt or bait my mind.

My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention to them.
With an unleashing of disbelief.
To wonder in a pondering as they increase their misdeeds.

I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Not even to pause to peep what they seek.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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