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Our Indignities....

Everyone of us here is
in one way or another, and by all means,

exploited. Look at these bloated masters
for whom we
serve so blindly,

they have become coated with
fat
and they all look rich and
sick and
filthy and they pat our backs
and tell us that
we are all doing good

technically, we are,
fools, modern academic fools,
idiots,

we have made monsters
who leave us nothing to ourselves
but our
being undignified

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet XXII: With Fools and Children

To Folly

With fools and children, good discretion bears;
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me,
Nor older yet, nor wiser made by years,
Amongst the rest of fools and children be;
Love, still a baby, plays with gauds and toys,
And, like a wanton, sports with every feather,
And idiots still are running after boys,
Then fools and children fitt'st to go together.
He still as young as when he first was born,
No wiser I than when as young as he;
You that behold us, laugh us not to scorn;
Give Nature thanks you are not such as we.
Yet fools and children sometimes tell in play
Some, wise in show, more fools indeed than they.

poem by Michael Drayton
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A Farewell To Idiots

Come on, come on
Join the party
Mingle with our fools
A farewell to your bloody rules.

Colourful dressings and settings
Personal emotions and conflicts
Smiles and cries
We miss you, please forget us.

Calling for a presence of masters
Insulting them before some idiots
Bloody minds and capabilities
Fit for nothing, nothing in reality.

Sweet hearts miss you all
A farewell to you all
Out of all from idiots
We respect you with heart.

Deadly talks in walks
Greeting and wishes on surface
Curse and slaps in depth
We know you are ready to fight.

We miss you one and all
Name sake our love and all
Its a farewell to you fools
We mean farewell to idiots
Get lost and we begg
Never come back.

poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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The World Is Full Of Idiots

the world is full of idiots: the dumbest you can find
the world is full of idiots: who never use their minds
the world is full of idiots: they drool upon themselves
the world is full of idiots: bodies gathering dust like unread books upon the shelves
the world is full of idiots: just like you and me
the world is full of idiots, as dumb as they can be!
the world is full of idiots: rageing war for fossil fuels
the world is full of idiots: when it is taught those who think: are just fools...

poem by Lara wolf
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Devoted and Truer Fools

Those who 'use' to be the ones,
Depicted as fools.
With a diminishing done,
To any influence they might have had...
Have not been the fools,
Many were led to believe.
With a choice to ruin their integrity!

It seems those fools,
Had always worn tailored made suits.
And deceived with fake impressions.
Diluting those minds without a conscious.

And it seems as though,
Those who have followed the ones...
Impressing with dress and promises,
Have been made devoted and truer fools.
And today they know this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet XXIV: Rich Fools There Be

Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart
Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow:
And damning their own selves to Tantal's smart,
Wealth breeding want, more blist more wretched grow.

Yet to those fools heav'n such wit doth impart
As what their hands do hold, their heads do know,
And knowing love, and loving, lay apart,
As sacred things, far from all danger's show.

But that rich fool who by blind Fortune's lot
The richest gem of love and life enjoys,
And can with foul abuse such beauties blot;

Let him, depriv'd of sweet but unfelt joys,
(Exil'd for aye from those high treasures, which
He knows not) grow in only folly rich.

poem by Philip Sidney
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A Love to Hate

Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth...
Or quests requested!

Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Or a black cat who can't stop giving 'bad' vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on...
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves...
With weakened backbones attacked!

Is it getting clearer...
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cruel to One Another

We are cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
And we do this as if,
We wish conflicts to exist.

When this world is our home.
To provide for us all.
None of us here...
Are strangers on a visit!
To make it unpleasant...
And to destroy it as we wish.

Even if we were...
To continue in this selfishness,
What a mess we have made of ourselves.
Picking and choosing,
The kind of lives we like!
And criticizing to despise with hatred,
Others we chase away...
From places they reside.
When this creation was 'divinely' made,
For us...
From God,
To appreciate and celebrate...
The life to us God gave!

Yes...
We are,
Cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
As we blindly ruin our own quality of life...
To seperate with standards,
That is taking a nosedive into a darkness.
And promising to end...
Arguments of dislikes,
And the dimming of Sunlight...
Only fools will accept,
On a downward spiral without regret!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protectors of 'Dim Wittery

Please...
Do not refer to them as fools.
That credits them with too much dignity.
Fools can be re-trained.
I've witnessed this.
Although slow the process.

Call them protectors of 'dim wittery'.
They will not understand,
And believe themselves complimented.
But at least they will feel a heightened significance.
Either way.
And of course...
We will still know them to be the idiots they are.
This has been their determination to prove it.
With an active recruitment campaign sustained.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ship Of Fools

Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I wont slave for beggars pay, likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I wont leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Dont lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What If

What if sunshine
Perchance, made a sound…
What kind of sound
Wouldst one think It to be?

Would it shriek e’er so loudly…
And pummel the ground…
Or settle like snowflakes
Drifting down… tranquilly

Pray tell, what sound…
Would clouds and haze make
Would they screech and grind
Mayhaps rasp and scrape?

What if…fog made a thoughtful thrum
And mist an insistent hiss…
And rainbows the sound of a blowing nose
What, the sound… of scent of rose… consist?

What if… a look of awe… made noise
And an angry stare could thunder?
What would be the sound of toys
And what the sound of plunder?

What if…one could hear a moonbeam
Or perceive the sound of a shooting star
And what if only fools and idiots could hear them
Would they know how lucky (or cursed) They are?

What if… only a select favored few
Could opt to hear
this other-worldly hymn
And the choice was offered up to you

What if…the sounds ne’er heard
Could be sounds rung loud and true
Ne’er heard in fact or word…except
By fools and idiots…and you!

poem by David Whalen
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My Brother The Whale

once we hunted
brother whale with noble
courage spiritual

no technology
to butcher flesh for industrial
factory ship

steel monsters
serve human monsters idiots
hunting to extinction

poem by Terence George Craddock
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He is Sick (the monologue of a sick)

I am sick
weak
shouldn't you seek me?
shouldn't you accuse yourselves
when they refuse to see?

I am sick
and I cry
I am sick
and I scream
because I am sick
but even if I extirpate my throat
to show you the way I am cold
and alone
you wouldn't listen to me

Would you listen to me?

Do you hear me?
I am sick
Damn you fools
you can stop believing
if you need
but you cannot stop to believe
you are weak
weaker than me.

And you cannot stop believing
it is intriguing
it is crucial
yet not essential
and it is your fate
to let me die
it is your fate
to hunter your pride
and leave me sick

here, I lay sick
here, you made your God sick
my dear children, my perished humans
you hailed me here
where you left me
sick
and weak.

poem by Katerina Val
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Whatever He Said

whatever he said to the mountain
he got it back through an echo
he said we are all fools and the
mountain gave it back to him

we are fools, we are fools,
we are fools, we are fools

he nodded and worshipped
the mountain his true teacher

the echoes have said it all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Finger Licking Good

Bloated.
From head to toe.
Blinged for masquerades.
Adorning hollow vessels.
Behind disguising expensive Sun 'shades'.

Bloated from a self involvement,
That searches to be understood.
No sacrifices by them endured.
Everything is required to be...
Finger licking good.

Bloated and loaded with overindulgence.
And this bubble nears popping.
To dropp a whine from time to time.
As if folks have noticed,
A floating has stopped.
And...
Realities have been encountered.

But this was never prioritized...
By those not into bling cliques to cop,
False fluff to pump up stuff to gloat!
Another circus seems to be coming to an end.
Until another is marketed...
To those with no depth to show!
But prepared they will be to perform,
For those who are masters of design.
Needing their backs to trademark and brand!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fools

Well, I aint about to go to school.
And Im sick and tired of golden rules.
They say Im crazy, from the wrong side of the tracks.
I never see them, but theyre always on my back.
Well, Im sick and tired of cleaning room.
And its the final bell for pushing broom.
Damned if I do, and then Im damned if I dont.
Wont someone tell me what it is they all want?
It makes me blue!
Ooh, I live with fools!
Ooh, it makes me blue!
Ooh, I live with fools!
I just cant take it!
My teachers all gave up on me.
No matter what they say, I disagree.
And when I need something to soothe my soul,
I listen to too much rock n roll.
Dont want no class reunion.
This circus just left town.
Why behave in public if youre
Livin on a playground?
It makes me blue!
Ooh, I live with fools!
Ooh, it makes me blue!
Ooh, I live with fools!

song performed by by Van Halen
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Fools haven

The haven of fools
This is the haven fools
Fools do not like greatness
So they hate to progress
Fools lack wisdom
They are far from freedom
Their heart attaineth riches
But they don't have riches
Fools will perish
But the upright will flourish
He will nourish
Has anybody seen
The end of the foolish
Think for wisdom excelleth folly
Whom will you like to be
The end of the upright
Is everlasting life
Like a tree
Planted by the river side
Marry it, let it be your bride
Keep it as your pride
Do away with ignorant
For the truth is important
Fools has pleasure in vanity
But the happiness
Of the wise is in eternity

poem by Matt Ancient
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Running Out Of Fools

Sure you havent got the wrong number
Sure its me you want to talk to tonight
Everyone in towns got your number
Everyone in towns got you pegged just right
Is that why you got in touch with me
I guess you must be running out of fools
Even when you left me there crying
Your goodbye was even colder than ice
You didnt care that you left me there crying
Now you wanna break my heart twice
Is that why you got in touch with me
I guess you must be running out of fools
I guess you got back to my name in your little black book
Hey guess what I bet you forgot how I even look
So go ahead with all your sweet talking
Go ahead for all the good it will do
Have yourself a dimes worth of talking
Then Im gonna hang right up on you
Cause this time youre not getting through to me
I guess you must be running out of fools
Even fools like me
Even fools like me
I guess youre running out of fools
Even fools like me

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Few Are Making Positive Deposits

The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.

Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!

The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.

Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!

And time wastefully spent...
Is not time returned.
Especially if investments are expected,
To reflect healthy dividends.
And few are making positive deposits...
To encourage the flourish of them!

The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faker

Can you come take this back...
This sadness that you wrapped.
And kept in a sack,
That seeps out this madness.

Can you give up on a hate...
You made from your mistakes.
Prefabricated to induce
A 'paradise' based on a fluke.

On lies you had us both go through!

You're a faker!
Heartbreaker...
Of the fools you make!

Faker!
Such a sick...
Degenerate!

Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you some of it! '

You're a faker!
Heartbreaker...
Of the fools you make!

Faker!
Such a sick...
Degenerate!

Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you some of it! '

Faker!
Can you come take this back.
Faker!
This sadness that you wrapped.
Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you some of it! '

You're a faker!
Can you give up on a hate?
Heartbreaker.
Of the fools like me you make!
Faker!
I want to leave you with this,
'See my balled fist?
I want to give you much of it! '

Can you come take this back...
This sadness that you wrapped,
And kept in a sack!
That seeps out this madness.
Faker!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Technically

Technically you and me....
can't be
Technically its wrong, and technically i shouldn't sing you my song
but i want to compose my lyric fraught with love
technically you won't hear it
but maybe i can just happen
to sing, happen to love, but.... when
and how? can i make you understand
Technically, my love, something you normally don't see like a grain of sand
technically, there is no 'we'
Technically i can just happen to hold
and to caress, just happen to be next to you,
Technically I can't love you but can we happen to?
happen to be together, technically only happen.

poem by David Knox
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