Interregnum
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant,
And leave him stinking in the square.
Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador
Strung by his thumbs from the pleasant
Embassy wall, where the vines were.
Then drill your hogs and sons for another war.
Fire on the screaming crowd, ambassador,
Sick chancellor, brave millionaire,
And name them by the name that is your name.
Give privilege to the wound, and maim
The last resister. Poison the air
And mew for peace, for order, and for war.
View with alarm, participant, observer,
Buried in medals from the time before.
Whisper, then believe and serve and die
And drape fresh bunting on the hemisphere
From here to India. This is the world you buy
When the wind blows fresh for war.
Hide in the dark alone, objector;
Ask a grenade what you are living for,
Or drink this knowledge from the mud.
To an abyss more terrible than war
Descend and tunnel toward a barrier
Away from anything that moves with blood.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Dad's a Millionaire
I wish you joy, my little ragged throng--
Your Dad's a millionaire!
The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,
And I'm a millionaire!
Come Will, come Bub--go buy some better shoes;
Come Liz, come Lu--go tell your Ma the news--
Though once poor, we're now as rich as Jews,
For I'm a millionaire.
Hurrah! hurrah! now give us a rousing song--
Good bye! good bye! to poverty, want and care;
The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,
And Dad's a millionaire!
Good news! I'll go a shopping--so I will,
For Dad's a millionaire!
And I must have a thousand dollar bill,
As Dad'a a millionaire!
Put on your duds, and you'll go with me Lu!
Come Bub, go call a carriage from the square;
We'll ride in style along the avenue,
For Dad's a millionaire.
Hip, hip, hooray! run up the striped flay--
My Dad's a millionaire!
This bless-ed day, I'll buy a trotting nag,
For Dad's a millionaire!
I vow, I'll smoke three-cent gigars no more!
Here, take them Bub, and pitch them out the door;
I'll have the best--the dearest in the store,
Now Dad's a millionaire.
So, wife, you think this house will never do
Now I'm a millionaire?
Well, I must build a mansion then for you,
As I'm a millionaire!
Though as for me, I think I should invest--
My whole pile in some mammoth farm out West,
Yet I can build, if you should think it best,
Since I'm a millionaire.
I'll tell you what! we'll give a party then,
As Dad's a millionaire!
And we'll invite none but the "upper ten,"
Since Dad's a millionaire!
I should be sure to find another beau,
For dukes and lords, and nobles would be there--
I've turn'd him off--the tailor's clerk, you know,
Now Dad's a millionaire.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Love and War
THE CHANCELLOR mused as he nibbled his pen
(Sure no Minister ever looked wiser),
And said, “I can summon a million of men
To fight for their country and Kaiser;
“While that shallow charlatan ruling o’er France,
Who deems himself deeper than Merlin,
Thinks he and his soldiers have only to dance
To the tune of the Can-can to Berlin.
“But as soon as he gets to the bank of the Rhine,
He’ll be met by the great German army.”
Then the Chancellor laughed, and he said, “I will dine,
For I see nothing much to alarm me.”
Yet still as he went out he paused by the door
(For his mind was in truth heavy laden),
And he saw a stout fellow, equipped for the war,
Embracing a fair-haired young maiden.
“Ho! ho!” said the Chancellor, “this will not do,
For Mars to be toying with Venus,
When these Frenchmen are coming—a rascally crew!—
And the Rhine only flowing between us.”
So the wary old fox, just in order to hear,
Strode one or two huge paces nearer;
And he heard the youth say, “More than life art thou dear;
But, O loved one, the Fatherland’s dearer.”
Then the maid dried her tears and looked up in his eyes,
And she said, “Thou of loving art worthy:
When all are in danger no brave man e’er flies,
And thy love should spur on—not deter thee.”
The Chancellor took a cigar, which he lit,
And he muttered, “Here ’s naught to alarm me;
By Heaven! I swear they are both of them fit
To march with the great German army.”
poem by Arthur Patchett Martin
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Proven Criminality Of Mubarak Terror Regime
“Thousands of WikiLeaks
released documents,
diplomatic cables from
2009 and 2010 from
the US embassy in Cairo.
Prove the Barak Obama
administration knew
a dictator Hosni Mubarak
regime held onto power
by terrorizing Egyptians.”
“US Ambassador Margaret
Scobey in a cable dated
January 15,2009. The letter
calls police brutality “routine
and pervasive” and states that
“police using force to extract
confessions from criminals [is]
a daily event.” A daily shame
written in blood screaming pain
“routine and pervasive” torture.”
Embassy informants “estimate
there are literally hundreds of
torture incidents every day in
Cairo police stations alone.”
Did you ever calculate the cost?
Credibility cost of supporting
a torture terror evil vile regime?
Did you never wonder why
Egypt's police are hated feared?
Loathed with justified intensity?
The first two stanzas are the poem ‘The Mubarak Torture Regime’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How To Be A Millionaire
Ive seen the future, I cant afford it
Tell me the truth sir, someone just bought it
Say mr. whispers! here come the click of dice
Roulette and blackjacks - gonna build us a paradise
Larger than life and twice as ugly
If we have to live there, youll have to drug me
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt at the hands of fate
So tell me
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire!
Millionaire! billionaire! trillionaire!
Hardly surprising if you might consider
Loyalties go to the highest of bidders
Whats my opinion? Id give you ten to one
Give me a million, a franchise on fun
But there are millions who often get nowhere
And theres just one secret I think you should share
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt at the hands of fate
So tell me
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire!
Who wants to be millionaire?
I do! - I dont! - I do!
Who wants to be millionaire?
I do! - I dont!
Ive seen the future and I cant afford it
song performed by by Abc
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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Millionaire Blues
I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldnt work
Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? jerk!
Must have been my artistic temperament he couldnt take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
Ive got the blues right down, mean and low
Im as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.
Oh, I swear Id kill that little weasel if I could
I checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, but
I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low
As low as the heels on my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Get down!
Well, so much for breakfast, I couldnt face lunch
I thought Id raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.
I take the lamborghini, the flunkie parks the car
Can you believe it, man, this other monkey wont let me in the bar!
I said, I said, dont you know who I am, man? and he says, no.
No! can you believe it?
Im as low as the heels of these alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,
Millionaire blues
Bad, bad!
Thats bad! yeah
So hard,
Its hard sometimes for a boy
Ah, I like that
Thats good
Get down!
Youre making a very big mistake, man
Oh yeah
Youll never work in this town again!
All right
song performed by by Dire Straits
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The Blood Red Poem
Red is the color of Evil
Evil feels like fire burning on your hands
Red sounds like fresh Misery in the air
Misery is like suffering
Red taste like a fresh wound of blood
A vampire made that wound
Red smells like dozin of roses
Roses sitting by a grave
poem by Jacalyn Lopez
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The Susceptible Chancellor
The law is the true embodiment
Of everything that's excellent.
It has no kind of fault or flaw,
And I, my lords, embody the Law.
The constitutional guardian I
Of pretty young Wards in Chancery,
All very agreeable girls - and none
Is over the age of twenty-one.
A pleasant occupation for
A rather susceptible Chancellor!
But though the compliment implied
Inflates me with legitimate pride,
It nevertheless can't be denied
That it has its inconvenient side.
For I'm not so old, and not so plain,
And I'm quite prepared to marry again,
But there'd be the deuce to pay in the Lords
If I fell in love with one of my Wards:
Which rather tries my temper, for
I'm SUCH a susceptible Chancellor!
And every one who'd marry a Ward
Must come to me for my accord:
So in my court I sit all day,
Giving agreeable girls away,
With one for him - and one for he -
And one for you - and one for ye -
And one for thou - and one for thee -
But never, oh never a one for me!
Which is exasperating, for
A highly susceptible Chancellor!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Poison! Poison!
Poison I breathe, poison I eat,
And poison poison I do drink,
Poison are my thoughts, poison are my acts,
Poison are my sleeps, poison are my dreams,
My blood is poison, poison is my flesh,
And poison poison are my bones.
Wherever I move
I envenom my fellow beings,
And enlarge my kingdom,
This is how my life goes on,
Living in the world: all poison poison.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Mubarak Torture Regime
Thousands of WikiLeaks
released documents,
diplomatic cables from
2009 and 2010 from
the US embassy in Cairo.
Prove the Barak Obama
administration knew
a dictator Hosni Mubarak
regime held onto power
by terrorizing Egyptians.
US Ambassador Margaret
Scobey in a cable dated
January 15,2009. The letter
calls police brutality “routine
and pervasive” and states that
“police using force to extract
confessions from criminals [is]
a daily event.” A daily shame
written in blood screaming pain
“routine and pervasive” torture.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Looking Forward to Death
Give me your cloak!
Give it to me!
Give me your poison anniversary.
Now load me up with all you know and love,
Give me the tears below
And the abyss above.
Come shake my hand,
You can lather mine
With the eerie stench of another time.
Take my torment
And cut it down to size,
Now push these pieces
Into someone else's eyes.
Release me
But don't wave goodbye,
You will see me again
In the velvet sky.
Reverse my name and swallow it whole,
Let the screaming spectre
Leave my troubled soul.
Behind the silent screams of obscurity
Lies a hollow but strong belief,
Of a better life, one that I cannot find
So I'll leave for someone else to recognise.
poem by Neil Solan
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Lull before the Storm
oh!
capture my wind
the heart that never fade, lessen
the mumble heart
of where it goes in the stream
of quite whisper catacomb
of Lilies fresh
in the midst of darkness evening of
sweet memories
secluded
time has come and catch the
pure and crystal bloom
of droplets in the
poison of fresh entity of leaving the
glory of the past; who
has now come to surrender to
a great quest of victory,
the lasting gift
of what is today’s life I conquer
forever
Camelot
of the knight view the
meadows of good tiding for the storm
has come nothing but to
give the precious rest of the golden
sword in the
rising sun …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Wanna Be
We all love a millionaire
On the radio, with a great video
And all the orchestration
Backing up your screaming guitar
Howd you make it this far?
Do you gotta be straight on the line?
Do you gotta look great all the time?
Do you gotta be straight?
Well even pay you, millionaire
Tell us of your abuse, we stand so amused
And what you said about the audience
Simple lyrics will do
Cause they dont have a clue
Do I gotta be straight on the line?
Do I gotta look great all the time?
Do I gotta be straight?
Wannabewannabewishiwereyouknowiwishiwereyouknow
Wannabewannabewishiwereyouknowiwishiwereyou
Now love me Im a millionaire
Running out of cliches, but Im keeping the faith
Now, should I repeat the second verse?
Or maybe the third?
Its becoming absurd
But I gotta be straight on the line
And I wanna be high all the time
Well, I gotta be straight
Gottakeepthefaith, gottaplayitstraight
Givepeaceachance, sittingonafence
Gottatowtheline, sweetchildomine
Pushcomestoshove, allyouneedislove
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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The Damage You've Done
Well i wish i had a dollar
For every piece of my broken heart
I wish i had a nickel
For every shred of my shattered life
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
Baby, i wish i had a penny
For every cent i've spent on you
You'd call that breakin' even, wouldn't you baby?
I do whatever i had to do
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
Honey there's no reason for me to hold a grudge
Money isn't everything, but it's a lot to me
And i know sure as there's feathers on a chicken
One day i'll get back every dollar you stole
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
I'd be a millionaire
But it would not repair
The damage you've done to me
song performed by by Tom Petty
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That's It That's All
Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright
'Cause George W's got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
When I'm on the mic I feel good to go
Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know
And my zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The creme de la creme without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan
Let's go to work, get those hands clappin'
Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate
Don't underrate how I operate
It ain't what you say, it's what you mean
Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap
Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back
Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz
I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids
'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
Brand new
The time and place for the mind is here and now
Keep the mind present less to worry about
But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head
Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead
Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo
Like George Whipple on New York One
Got a hairy ass and that's no fun
I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone
And on the microphone you know that I'm at home
It's time we looked past all our differences
An' that's it that's all that's all there is
Come on
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
An' that's
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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The Blood Red Rose Reborn
Dedicated to Rosse Nor with love and best wishes.
hate vile poison grey
pour revenge away
bitter is taste of decay
the rose was not born
bud into new bloom,
as a secret ceremonial mask
to hide dark rooted emotions,
it is time for the rose
to slip into new bud,
born of lessons learned,
to life spread in beauty,
petals spread overlapping
in sweet scented symmetry,
leave the past and dark souls,
to impale upon sharp thorns
their own prey flesh piercing,
leave the past and dark souls,
to impale upon discarded thorns
of your freedom spread leaving,
while you spread in new growth,
new bloom new beauty released
the blood red rose renewed reborn,
in moonlight in the dawn red
throughout the day of parched heat
the blood red rose fresh grows
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I'm a millionaire, I'm a multi-millionaire. I'm filthy rich. You know why I'm a multi-millionaire? 'Cause multi-millions like what I do.
quote by Michael Moore
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The function of a briefing paper is to prevent the ambassador from saying something dreadfully indiscreet. I sometimes think its true object is to prevent the ambassador from saying anything at all.
quote by Kingman Brewster Jr.
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Drink it all down
Drink your poison
Sip it all down
Beat your wife
Molest your child
Rape the woman next door
So drink your poison
Drink it all down
Smash the bottle
Against the bedroom wall
Smack the whore in your bed
Kill her then feel guilty
The very next day
When you wake up
And see the blood
So drink the poison
That brings doubt and insanity
To the mind
Thats right
Drink your poison
Drink it all down
-Janelle Morehart-
poem by Janelle Morehart
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