The Jejemon In Town
miss candy raised in an exclusive
school for girls
asks
what is jejemon?
how would she know
jejemons do not exist
in her rich
exclusive environment
she is not being
discriminated
and with the affluence of her
parents she
can spell correctly and
express herself in
english well,
jejemons are her
exact opposites
and they are too many
to be ignored
and they breed so
well, here's an example
of a jejemon:
miSzMaldiTahh111: EoW pFuOh!
You: Huh?
miszMaldiTahh111: i LLyK tO knOw moR3 bOut u, PwfoH. crE 2 t3ll mE yur N@me? jejejejeje!
You: You are a jejemon! Don't talk to me, you uneducated retard!
http: //www.urbandictionary.com/define.php? term=jejemon
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Review
the tree was loaded with apples
in the garden of Eden
and Eve was so Hungry
for apples she always dreamed of apples
even if Adam is just beside her
that jejune
she is the first jejemon,
and on that day when God was not watching
when the Snake was merely behaving like a Snake
she touches an apple
her dream
and he ate one and Adam so likes it
she takes a bite...
nothing new really, just a pass and review
of their story that we believe without any question at all
the moral lesson: reflect on ourselves, we are the consistent
gullible readers
we are never original on this.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Exclusive Booty
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And hard it is to interfere with people who insist,
A jumping to conclusions is a way to happiness.
But...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
Some have a crush on,
Just one they have a lust.
And that one that is the lusted one,
Just may run from their touch.
Not wanting it that much.
Others have a chronic logic that exists.
And it's difficult for them to reason,
With hearts distanced from their minds...
Thinking them to be affixed.
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo.
And,
Some want exclusive booty that they can do.
Exclusive booty chosen just to do with one boo.
And...
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty.
Some want exclusive booty just with one boo!
And today that's hard to do,
Wanting it exclusive too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most Exclusive Residence For Sale
It was the biggest house in the neighborhood.
He went and bought this house when he made good.
Ten bedrooms and a swimming pool,
Where he entertained all the people that he knew.
But he hit the hard times and had to sell out.
Most exclusive residence for sale.
He went and spent all the money that he had.
Because he had a heart and not a head.
He spent it all on girls and fancy jewelry.
Then he found himself in front of a judge and jury,
And the judge said to pay up, our you must sell out.
Most exclusive residence for sale.
He had to tell all the servants to go away.
Couldnt even afford to pay their way.
He took to the bottle and drunk himself down,
Then he soaked away all the troubles and let them drown.
Then he saw a notice on the wall,
Most exclusive residence for sale.
Most exclusive residence for sale.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
song performed by by Kinks
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That Lonely World Out There....
draw the line
complete the circle
this is the fence
no one enters
and no gets out
exclusive world
elite
the world of the rich and the famous
exclusive clubs and
a language of their own
well you must by now understand
that is the authentic language of
mess
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Retard Girl
Retard girl makes us sick
Retard, poke her with a stick
Well she walks funny, kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
See the retard girl walking in her school
In the same dress from fourth grade
See the retard girl cross-eyed in the schoolyard
Looking for the friend she made
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont forget her face
Now shines the moon among the lake of fire
Shes sucking dick out in the yard
Well she walks funny, kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
Hear the retard girl do one for me
She dont think like the others do
See the retard girl squirming in the mud
Throw her in the trash can, see what she does
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont forget her face
I ask her mother, whyd you implode
Well, her heads so big it just might explode
And she walks funny, kind of like a pig
Gotta hate that retard girl
Hit her
See the retard girl staring at the sun
What does she see
See the retard girl stare at everyone
I hope she doesnt see me
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont forget her face
Retard girl
Retard girl
Retard girl
Dont throw her away
song performed by by Hole
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Enough Said!
if bigots breed bigots,
and hypocrites breed hypocrites...
and old heretics
rarely breed at all...
where are we now?
if our addictions
to our religions cause...
division, hatred, prejudice,
inequalities, and wars...
maybe we need to look
at what we believe!
i am so sick of
racial slurs, sexual slurs,
and ignorant fears...
i could vomit!
freedom...
inclusive,
not exclusive!
spiritual...
compassionate,
not judgmental!
enough said!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
quote by Sylvia Plath
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Scapegoats are all punished.
As much you are not responsible
for what you have done
as you are not responsible
for what you have not done.
The cause of action is not exclusive
in you but is in continuation
of the causes in inter action
and in intersection,
Which cannot hold you exclusive
for the reward and punishment
that the world will inflict upon you.
Yet, who cares?
The weak are the scapegoats.
24.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is a strange fact that freedom and equality, the two basic ideas of democracy, are to some extent contradictory. Logically considered, freedom and equality are mutually exclusive, just as society and the individual are mutually exclusive.
quote by Thomas Mann
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Supression, Its Evil Lurking At The Compost Pit
he was in grade three, neat and clean
and well taken cared of,
his tv shows screened
kissing scenes a taboo
and sexist language strictly filtered,
movies prohibited and
loose behavior restrained
christian boy in an exclusive
religious school of st. vincent's in a
small city, where girls are on the other
side of the gate, where the boys
look for them like some hidden gems,
to me that is segregation,
a supression of my right to be me
as a boy and for me to see girls
and have fun with them,
it was not easy, but there was this
incident which i could not really forget
and perhaps justifies my rebellion
for what is evil
in segregation for what is wrong
with supression,
my classmates, all boys, hid themselves
in the compost pit and rolled down their
trousers, their eyes like fire lighting
the centerfold of the Playgirl magazine
sometime in 1964.
i was the little christian boy
raised in the strictest tradition
neat and clean and feeling
so ousted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Judaism boasts of no exclusive revelation of eternal truths that are indispensable to salvation, of no revealed religion in the sense in which that term is usually understood.
quote by Moses Mendelssohn
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Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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When You Define A Thing
when you define
a thing, you limit it,
it is like fencing
your garden
the garden becomes
a set of exclusive
flowers, and anything
not like it becomes
a weed, and anything
that moves
becomes a pest
it is not that you
do not define, we do
it sometimes
only to understand
the limits of
understanding,
but we must be open
to other possibilities
of a garden,
a garden of stones
a garden of sand
of mud, of water
a fountain, a garden
of winds, of clouds
a garden of memories
like a poem
for instance, a garden
of words,
words with arms open
to the magic
of further creation
words still trying
to define themselves
in the garden
of the unknown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is It That Must Matter Most?
it is easy to answer
that for a believer in God,
it is written, and there is an answer
there, Love of God, God's Love
His Mercy, His saving Grace
Salvation of the Soul
safe answers, Melvin,
answers handed from Adam
to his Cain and Abel
to the present generation
of X's and Y's
and even Jejemons,
but what about Melvin-
for those who do not believe in God?
What about these brothers?
What should matter?
What is the answer to Atheism
to paganism
to nihilism?
I am interested. Somehow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Southern Women
(g.& d. rossington, j. van zant, e. king)
Im the kind of man that loves all the girls
From debutantes to honky-tonk queens
Ive tasted every brand all around the world
But all I see are peaches in my dreams
Im talkin bout, Im talkin bout them southern women
Its a well known fact across the dixie line
And if a man dont agree I can tell you hes blind
They can drink with the best and the hell with the rest
And if she takes you home you aint gettin no rest
(chorus)
Im talkin bout, Im talkin bout them southern women
Im talkin bout theyll love you so slow them southern women
Them southern girls
They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side
Take you places that youve never been make a man come back again
Talk about mamas southern belle little girl learned her lesson well
Aint no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern women
(repeat chorus)
They can make a man feel so proud they can capture him with a southern style
Little girl learned her lesson well aint no others can cast a spell
Like the sweet southern women them southern girls
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The Incubus
Who wants a nice white elephant,
Quite fit in wind and limb?
An ornament for any gent
Who can find use for him.
It won't pay us to kill the cuss;
But we can't afford his keep.
Who wants a nice white elephant?
We'll sell or lease him cheap.
Who wants a nice white elephant?
He'd make a lovely pet.
In rich, fat days we loved his way,
But in these times of fret
He's sort of grown too big for us
To fondle, groom and feed.
Who wants a fine white elephant
Of most exclusive breed?
Who wants a nice white elephant?
Of noble lineage he.
His breed is by State Jealousy
Out of Prosperity.
The rich years thro' he grew and grew,
And, ah, we loved him so.
But we can't afford his bed and board,
And we'd like to let him go.
Who'll buy a nice white elephant?
No decent bid refused.
We love him yet, altho' our pet
Has often been abused.
But come on, gents, walk up, walk up.
Our funds, alas, are scant.
Altho' we once were sold a pup
Who'll buy an elephant?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Candy Love
Candy candy the taste of love
Its half past ten and you start to shove
With spicy boys
And girls its on you
The groove is on
So dont be cruel
Candy candy makes you hot
Our capacity burns the quality shocks
The flavour is good
Ill give you some more
It was once a phantasy
Candy love
Its a candy like this
Candy love
Candy candy its eleven oclock
The time is right to fall in love
With spicy boys
Girls its on you
Music can be like an insanity
Its my life a stronger philosophy
It doesnt matter what style we are doing
Crossover, nu rock, hip hop oder scheisskram
song performed by by Guano Apes
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My sister was the smart one I was the slow one
My sister was the smart one. I was the slow one.My parents always talked about her all the time. She wnet to a really great high school. I did not go to a really great high school. You had to be smart to get into a special high school. My parents alwats spoke about her. My name was never mento No one asked me what I want to be when I grow up. She was a teacher at that time, She was going to mary a denist to be. My parents didn't talk about me. Because there was nothing to talk about.So to me I was a nobody.written and posted 4/18/11
poem by susan Garelick
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The Composition Of An Atmosphere
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
These questions and more can be observed and explored,
Just taking a casual walk around one's environment.
What is important to some and not to others,
Can be debated in prolonged arguments.
But what exists and obviously sits as seen...
Many will claim not to notice it at all.
While others seek escapes from it,
To claim to have no interest if not entertained.
Although what effects the entire environment...
The majority will see no connection as it affects,
The composition of an atmosphere and its entirety!
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
Well...
That depends on what side of the street,
One has a preference and chooses to walk on.
'Why should I care about what's going on over there?
I'm not getting paid to do it.
And if I do...
I 'may' attempt to get others involved.
That would be my civic duty to then express my concerns.
I am focused on that which is specific and exclusive,
To the enhancement of my own interests.
Which I 'hope' I am making apparent.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Girls Talk
There are some things you cant cover up with lipstick and powder
I thought I heard you mention my name, cant you talk any louder ?
Dont come any closer, dont come any nearer
My vision of you cant get any clearer
Oh, I just want to hear girls talk
I got a loaded imagination being fired by girls talk
But I cant say the words you want to hear
I suppose youre going to have to play it by ear
Right here and now
Girls talk and they want to know how
Girls talk and they say its not allowed
Girls talk, if they say that its so
Dont you think that I know by now
That the word up on everyones lips
Stick that youre dedicated
Though you may not be an old fashioned girl
Youre still going to get dated
Was it really murder ?
Were you just pretending ?
Lately I have heard you are the living end
Girls talk and they wanna know about her
Girls talk, they wanna know if I care
Girls talk and they wanna know where
Girls talk girls talk
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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