Working With Meat
We are desensitized
Television did not break me
Been broke since I was born
I am breaking up with you
We are desensitized
Shove comfort up my nose
I feel dysfunctional
but numb enough for two
We are desensitized
I've lost my only friend
Left here alone again
They left me here alone
We are the meat you work with
This is your sense of failure
If you work me way too long
The failure stains your hands
We are the meat you've eaten
Cut us with your sharpest knife
you've been away so long
The maggots eat away
We are desensitized
Television does not hate me
Had hate for way too long
I hate you very much
We are desensitized
Shove comfort up my nose
I feel dysfunctional
But numb enough for two
We are the meat you work with
This is your sense of failure
If you worked me way too long
The failure stains your hands
We are the meat you've eaten
Cut us with your sharpest knife
You've been away so long
The maggots eat away
We all are new wave faggots
Digesting old drug habits
We've been away so long
The maggots eat
The maggots eat away
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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Failure
Maybe i, I didnt seem to have a thing left to say
I bottled it far away
Maybe i, I tried too hard to find someone to blame
Maybe its me who changed
And now, Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
Maybe i, I didnt seem to give everything away
Not because I needed you to stay, and i
I couldnt face the fears I left far behind
I try to answer every question to why
Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
Maybe you couldnt see
All the pain inside of me
And now I feel like this was all for nothing
cause Im left with nothing, Im left with nothing again
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
So what if I lost everything
Would you be there even when I am gone
So what if I lost everything
Would you want me if I was a failure
song performed by by Unloco
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I Hate You, I Hate That...
I hate you
I hate that you left me stand stupid for so long
I hate that you thought I could or would take it.
I hate you
I hate that you let me go
I hate that you left me standing alone.
I hate you
I hate that you couldn't prove me wrong
I hate that I was right.
I hate you
I hate that I met you
I hate that I opened my heart
I hate that it was to you
I hate that I love you
I hate you
I hate that I lost my clear mind
I hate that I lost my direction
I hate that I lost it because of you
I hate you
I hate that I hate you
It wasn't suppose to be like this.
I hate you.
poem by Elizabeth Shadows
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I've been a vegetarian for so long, I forgot how much I missed meat. You know you don't realize how important meat is to you until you don't have it for long time.
quote by Brittany Daniel
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I Hate The Fact
I hate the fact
that one can steal your heart
and leave it broken in many parts
I hate the fact
that one can make you feel
but then you looked he had turned the wheel
I hate the fact
that one can catch your eye
and finally find it was for a while
I hate the fact
that one can sweep you off your feet
into a fantasy that only you could feel
I hate the fact
that when you hear ones name
you remember he was once your dame
I hate the fact
that you had to go
and you left me here with a broken soul
I hate the fact
that love was there
but left me in pain that one cant bare
I hate the fact
that memories hurt
and that nothing ever seems to ever work
I hate the fact
that i cry so much
that everyday i long to feel your touch
I hate the fact
that i cant move on
but maybe its something that can make me strong
poem by Miri Tuecemo
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One Meat Ball
(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
poem by Liioona Mohie
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Hate You.....finally
I hate that for so long you had me so fooled
I hate that I defended you
I hate that I tried for as long as I did
I hate that I ever made you feel good
I hate the time I spent worrying about you
I hate the life I gave up because I loved you
I hate that you let me settle for you
I hate that I didn’t speak up for myself
I hate that I let you believe we were ok
I hate living with so much anger
I hate thinking of you in quiet times
I hate knowing you never really cared
I hate that I can’t pretend that you ever loved me really
I hate that I let you make me feel guilty
I hate that I ever blamed myself
I hate that I loved you when I was young
I hate the way you lie so easily
I hate that you use me to make yourself feel better
I hate that you use me so you don’t have to be alone
I hate that you never considered me first
I hate that you use everyone until they are used up
I hate that you take your kids for granted
I hate that they will love you in spite of that
I hate that I have to watch you hurt them
I hate the way I tell them you’re a good guy
I hate that they are young enough to believe it
I hate that someday they will see you for what you are
I hate that despite all that you won’t change
I hate that I have wasted so much of my life believing in you.
When you ask why I don’t love you anymore…………..I wonder why I ever loved you at all.
poem by Laura Craig
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You program music with an image and then people are desensitized.
quote by Julie Taymor
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For Molly, Concerning God
Is God the one who eats the meat
off the bones of dead people?
-Molly Miranda Jong-Fast, age 3 1/2
God is the one,
Molly,
whether we call him
Him,
or Her,
treeform or spewing
volcano,
Vesuvius or vulva,
penis-rock,
or reindeer-on-cave-wall,
God is the one
who eats
our meat,
Molly,
& we yield
our meat
up willingly.
Meat is our
element,
meat is our
lesson.
When our bodies fill
with each other,
when our blood swells
in our organs
aching for another,
body of meat,
heart of meat,
soul of meat,
we are only doing
what God wants
us to—
meat joining meat
to become insubstantial air,
meat fusing
with meat
to make
a small wonder
like you.
The wonder of you
is that you push
our questions
along into
the future—
so that I know
again
the wonder of meat
through you,
the wonder of meat
turning to philosophy,
the wonder of meat
transubstantiated
into poetry,
the wonder of
sky-blue meat
in your roundest eyes,
the wonder of
dawn-colored meat
in your cheeks & palms,
the wonder of meat
becoming
air.
You
are my theorem,
my proof,
my meaty metaphysics,
my little questioner,
my small Socrates
of the nursery-schoolyard.
To think that
such wonder
can come from meat!
Well then,
if God is hungry—
let Him eat,
let Her eat.
poem by Erica Jong
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HaTe
I think I HaTe her
HaTe what she's become
HaTe how its ended
HaTe how it unfolds
But it's not only her
I HaTe him too
A wreck for sure
A fool that only exists
Like an endless soul
He's lost someone
And it's changed him
But not only that
Someone close
Has closed her heart
For in her world
Love has no existence
Then there is him
He thinks somethings wrong
He's unconvinced of his life
I disagree
But I don't understand
I look at him and wonder
What is going on?
He's opened my eyes
For I have fooled myself
It's happened once
Now again
Not long ago
It happened again
Once is unconcerned
Twice is coincidence
Third is pattern
I wish it could end here
Scoffing the only people
I have ever really known
But it doesn't
For now I look at someone
And instantly HaTe them
I HaTe their skills
I HaTe their abilities
I've always disliked people
But not like this
HaTe grows inside me
I know it doesn't matter
I know no-one cares
But I feel as though
Somewhere it should
But every time I turn around
Failure strikes again
Wether it be myself
Or a skill I once possessed
However for some reason
I continue to struggle
Without giving up
I don't understand why
I don't understand how
But I press on
Without a reason
Is this good?
Is this bad?
I don't know
I'm not sure I care
I just know
And thats all I need...
HaTe HaTe HaTe
poem by Seth Kaileen
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I Hate....
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you care
I hate the way you kiss me
I even hate your hair
I hate things you say
I hate the way you dress
I hate the way you smile
I hate the way you stress
I hate the way you sleep
I hate the way you eat
I hate the way you love me
And the way you treat me like meat! !
poem by April Braley
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Desensitize As If To Crave Such Whims
The sad and pitiful people.
Sobbing uncontrollably,
After performing repeatedly...
The most hideous of deeds to see.
And pathetically begging as is witnessed,
To be given a forgiveness they get...
Once again.
Over and over without an end.
The sad and pitiful people.
Making a mockery of those who give,
A forgiveness granted and bestowed...
On the ones whose heads should be severed,
And rolled to expose...
The evil that flows from their veins.
But those who forgive are seen scrubbing away,
Any remaining of dismissed stains.
As they comfort those evil to assist and mend,
To return to a doing with a feeling of being cleansed.
Yet emotionally inflicting more pain that begins,
With a testing of the ones...
Becoming more desensitized as if to crave such whims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I hate to be a failure. I hate and regret the failure of my marriages. I would gladly give all my millions for just one lasting marital success.
quote by J. Paul Getty
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I'm From
I'm From The 70's Where My Eyes Have Seen Too Much Now I'm Desensitized To Violeces And I'm Numb To The Touch...You Could Put My Tongue On A Track And Smash It Wit' A Train...I Honestly Don't Think I'd Feel It As Pain Stop Pushing Me And Pull Me In Tha Right Direction I Broke The Mirror On The Wall For Fear Of Tha Reflection...Yet For Fear Of Rejection I Won't Go Outside You See I Congregate With The Multiples Inside Me I Hide...I'm A Single Parent Home With A Strong Mother...She Had Her Problems But Ask My Brothers, We Wouldn't ask For Another...I'm From Chicago Illinois, It Don't Matter What Side..We're The Best Proof People Come From Far And Wide...I'm From A Place Where Struggles Has Made Me Strong...There Is No Other Place I Would Call Home...
poem by Erica Young
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Butcher Boosted
Why do they flock,
To have their meat...
Stripped clean of fat?
And who is that selected...
To do just that?
This butcher boosted,
Is preferred!
And slices exactly what is wished.
To rid them of maggots leeching.
And feed to them a diet to feast...
With an increased desire,
To eat from a substance...
More nutritiously dished!
Without those promises of expectations...
That have left them with tastebuds,
Long on delusion!
And not fed with sensations demanded.
This butcher boosted...
Openly will command,
With an exposed and uncloaked hand...
Those who witness the slicing that is done,
Will come to understand!
This butcher boosted is no joke.
And each stroke is meant,
To rid them from all deceptions hidden.
And qualified are the intentions made...
To open all eyes along the way!
'There is no fat on this cat's back!
Down to basics.
With an eye on facts.
Delivered and received!
To nourish a return of reality believed.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
quote by George Eliot
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Crashed Words Thoughts
Losing my voice
My face is lost in a crowd
My smiles gone to the abyss
And my head is missing it's crown
Everything is going right
Yet I feel so desensitized
It's like I miss the tension
Of everything crashing down
Slowly in my mind
I was growing stronger with the tears
And now I find happiness
And luck is combined with fear
Have I lost my identity?
Because I feel alive
Because I have a dream life
Trapped in a doll house
With the kids looking in
Wanting it to end
But where did it begin?
poem by Michelle Asswit
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How Do You Tackle Your Work
How do you tackle your work each day?
Are you scared of the job you find?
Do you grapple the task that comes your way
With a confident, easy mind?
Do you stand right up to the work ahead
Or fearfully pause to view it?
Do you start to toil with a sense of dread?
Or feel that you're going to do it?
You can do as much as you think you can,
But you'll never accomplish more;
If you're afraid of yourself, young man,
There's little for you in store.
For failure comes from the inside first,
It's there if we only knew it,
And you can win, though you face the worst,
If you feel that you're going to do it.
Success! It's found in the soul of you,
And not in the realm of luck!
The world will furnish the work to do,
But you must provide the pluck.
You can do whatever you think you can,
It's all in the way you view it.
It's all in the start you make, young man:
You must feel that you're going to do it.
How do you tackle your work each day?
With confidence clear, or dread?
What to yourself do you stop and say
When a new task lies ahead?
What is the thought that is in your mind?
Is fear ever running through it?
If so, just tackle the next you find
By thinking you're going to do it.
--From "A Heap o' Linin'," by Edgar A. Guest
I tackle my terrible job each day
With a fear that is well defined;
And I grapple the task that comes my way
With no confidence in my mind.
I try to evade the work ahead,
As I fearfully pause to view it,
And I start to toil with a sense of dread,
And doubt that I'm going to do it.
I can't do as much as I think I can,
And I never accomplish more.
I am scared to death of myself, old man,
As I may have observed before.
I've read the proverbs of Charley Schwab,
Carnegie, and Marvin Hughitt;
But whenever I tackle a difficult job,
O gosh! I hate to do it!
I try to believe in my vaunted power
With that confident kind of bluff,
But somebody tells me The Conning Tower
Is nothing but awful stuff.
And I take up my impotent pen that night,
And idly and sadly chew it,
As I try to write something merry and bright,
And I know that I shall not do it.
And that's how I tackle my work each day--
With terror and fear and dread--
And all I can see is a long array
Of empty columns ahead.
And those are the thoughts that are in my mind,
And that's about all there's to it.
As long as there's work, of whatever kind,
I'm certain I cannot do it.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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The Hate That I Loved
I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve lost you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you really are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you
poem by Reggie fambro mcclain III
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But most of all...
I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve lost you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you really are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.
poem by Gabriell Davis
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