Fake ID
Someone go get the net
there is yet
another crazy
roaming
my padded cell
the brain dead
monitor
with its one eye
glaring at me
asks me to undress
as I struggle
to escape my
designer label
straightjacket
I need to let loose
I want to go shopping
online
send some flowers
to anyone who
knows me
maxing out
my credit cards
before
someone else
steals all of my
identities
and accuses me
of fraud
or of my being them___
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Like Mother Like Daughter
When I was a child had dollies and teddies
I played tea party and bookstore,
And followed mum around the shopping centre with my dolly in her pram
I had my pretend credit cards and they were the coolest thing ever.
Now the dolly in her pram has turned in to a real child,
And my pretend credit cards are real
I don’t play tea party but make dinner every night
And a bookstore is a place where I buy text books and parenting books,
Not comics and novels
Soon again it will be time for tea parties and teddies,
And going shopping with dolly in tow
But now it is my little girl who has grand dreams of being just like her mum
Of having credit cards and a daughter of her own.
But for now as I watch her sleep I pray she does not repeat my mistakes
poem by Kayla Lines
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Ebay
Anything you want you're sure to find
just turn on your Pc and go online
In the google search bar Type in EBAY
and start your shopping without delay
Designer dresses from a tenner
Tattoo's containing natural Henna...
Shhhhhhh Perfume by Jade Goody (RIP)
and an FCUK Knitted Hoodie
Buy it now or Bidding from..
don't miss out, cos it's ending soon..
So much choice where do I start...
but with my money I must part...
Forget the queues in shopping malls
EBAY really has it all.....
poem by Tracey TEE
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Dead Flowers
When you're sitting there, in your silk upholstered cahir
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know.
I hope you won't see me, and my ragged company
Cause you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by th U.S. Mail,
Send me dead flowers to my wedding,
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave.
When you're sitting back, in your rose pink, Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
I'll be in my basement room, with a needle, and a spoon
And another whore to take my pain away
Take me down, little Susie take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning.
Send me dead flowers by the U.S Mail.
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down, little Susie take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning.
Send me dead flowers by the U.S Mail.
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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We Will Remember - (cycle - Poetry For My Friends)
escape crazy heart
but it doesn't want to listen
why
tell me why
precisely here
you and I
escape crazy heart
somewhere somebody is waiting for you
listen
and perhaps you not yet you know about it
why, you and I
we are together
here
escape crazy heart
my get to know and...unknown
I won't say
it is well..o! yes
I will say nothing
...nothing
escape crazy heart
an appropriate moment is now
the mistake is a mistake
because it won't be after all
our shared excellent
hit
escape crazy heart
escape crazy heart
escape crazy heart
but only... in a minute
we won't hear the heart
we will remember eyes
---
(for - B (CH))
poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
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In Shepherd’s Bush - Hymn to Westfield
In Shepherd’s Bush, I shall not want
For anything to buy,
For Westfield shopping centre, there,
Will all my wants supply.
My spirits are restored again
When I can view the ranks
Of well-stocked, chic designer shops
E’en though I owe the banks.
Yea, though I walk through debt’s dark vale,
As I approach the till,
My credit card will comfort me,
Though I still fear the bill.
For there are tables, furniture
And presents, cushions, throws
To decorate my living room
Until it overflows.
And though the bailiffs some fine day
May try to follow me,
Still, shopping malls, my spending place
Forevermore shalt be.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Until Again The Gloss Wears Off
Money motivators,
Chase it as if craved.
With only one thing on their minds...
How to keep sentimentally kept teasured clutter,
With an updated sameness.
That maintains a 'living within their means mentality'.
This affords them an opportunity,
To activate a rearrangement of a thought process...
That tolerates new complaints!
Until again the gloss wears off.
No matter what the hidden cost,
That comes to satisfy...
Within unchanged limitations.
And a credit score that is boasted about,
Among friends.
'I do not want 'anything'...
Absolutely nothing,
To affect my good credit rating.
I find it is advantageous,
However...
To only use any of my credit cards,
Only while out shopping to purchase bargains!
And I've got a houseful of those.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Designer
from now i would call him
the Designer, not God
because that leads to
too much struggle and fight
to pin down who he really is
the Designer drives the world
and this physique working it l
ike he works the stars,
the constellations, harnessing them
since the day he started them all
you dont have to believe
you dont have to disbelieve
you just need to sit down
to feel the space blasting
in you, the cells renewing
themselves like stars throwing
its light and another world to us
the flowers budding to give us
another world, of spring, of hope,
each cell propelled by a divine force,
unfolding a painting the shades and
shapes of the promise of a paradise
the hill gives a path to the feet
of the water so that it can beat a step
in triumph to the river, to the sea
and the lake
the water grows wings too
all the way to the sky
so that it continues
the cycle of the Designer
in his love of life, life, life
some blasting away a million trillion
miles away, some resting in venues
so close you you cannot even hear them -
the way catfish dozes off in its secret
crevice, the way your heart pump
right in the centre of your frame
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On A Mission
Through the shopping Arcades
full of various trades.
Folk go on a mission
with just one ambition.
To find some great bargains
within some tight margins.
Funds are in a low state,
makes the poor heart deflate.
No designer labels
laid out on ‘posh’ tables,
will attract them to buy,
when the price is too high.
Window glancing today,
at what’s put on display.
Credit cards, they are bad.
Build arrears, so sad.
Save enough, pay your way.
Best advice to convey.
A much happier you,
when you’ve paid what is due.
What you’ve bought is now yours,
no account at the stores.
Why be saddled with debts,
loaded down with regrets.
If you reserve your cash,
don’t go spending slapdash.
Then the sum will be good,
to spend just as you would
For there’s offers out there,
on clothes ready to wear.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Wasted Effort
Who steals my purse steals only trash.
My credit cards are all maxed out
I have no job I have no cash
so sadly he must do without.
The goodies that he hoped to buy
at my expense or so he thought.
The fix he needed to get high.
All of his effort gone for naught
The truth is I’m completely broke.
No job, no home, no family.
I hope that he can see the joke
that fate has played on him and me.
He thought to gain but he did not.
What have I lost—not a lot
14/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
wrote 1-19-07
Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Label me Not
Label me not
because the color
of my skin.
Label me not
whether I'm fat
or thin.
Label me not
because of my
religious belief.
Label me not
whether I'm strong
or weak.
Label me not
because of
my disability.
Label me not
just except me
for me
Designer Love
Very well I contradict myself
knock myself out
looking for a knockout
won't settle for a knockoff
a friendship bracelet
is never enough
in a department store
busy shopping for
I need your
designer love.
immortal while we're shopping
poem by Brandon Adamson
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Rip Off for M lady Tara
Designer labels I won’t buy.
Because I see no reason why
I should be advertising free
I think they should be paying me.
The prices asked truly obscene
I am quite sure they would have been
without the label half the price.
There’s no end to their avarice.
I will not be their willing tool
I pride myself I’m not a fool
Should I see something which I like
I buy a cheaper look alike.
Though you prefer designer clothes.
I don’t, I won’t pay through the nose.
28-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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New Brain
find me a new brain
this one is insane
voices say to hop on the crazy train
so send me to the loony bin
and fly away to happy land
as hopefully i'll understand
these meds to get me on my feet again
find me a new brain
this one is insane
my head wants onto the crazy train
my home is the loony bin
a depressing spin on happy land
i wish i could understand
these meds to help me catch my feet again
i see pink leprechauns
act like a bad boy vagabond
the voices in my head tell me i'm sane
so find me a new brain
really just insane
i'll send you a greeting card from the crazy train
find me a new brain
this one is insane
voices say to hop on the crazy train
so send me to the loony bin
i'll fly away to happy land
PLEASE
help me understand
these meds to catch my feet again
song, lyrics by D.J. Ray
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The Struggle Within
Reaching out for something you've got to feel
while clutching to what you had thought was real
kicking at a dead horse pleases you
no way of showing your gratitude
so many things you don't want to do
what is it? what have you got ot lose
what the hell
what is you think you're gonna find?
hypocrite
boredom sets into the boring mind
struggle within it suits you fine
struggle within your ruin
struggle within you seal your own coffin
struggle within the struggling within
home is not a home it becomes a hell
turning it into your prison cell
advantages are taken
song performed by by Metallica from Metallica
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Techno Madness
Snooped and watched...
In a primative upscale modern scheme,
To demean.
And patrolled by robots scattered.
Coming to your neighborhood.
Appearing on the scene.
Tapped and padded down,
By sensors planted underground...
To monitor each step.
And what thought one has,
Communicating to exchange...
Probing what the mind thinks next!
Systematic techno madness,
Has arrived in disguise to grow.
Systematic techno madness,
Has arrived speeding minds of the wise...
Who know!
Snooped and watched...
And patrolled by robots scattered.
Tapped and padded down,
By sensors planted underground...
To monitor each step.
Producing an accepted techno madness,
At its systematic best.
We're being undone to redo,
To renew and improve...
What's been done!
And for everyone that dawning comes.
To leave a life once known,
Quicker than can be imagined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proud to Have Themselves Treated Like Children
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
I give them credit for putting that label on me early.
I had always been a maverick.
And accused of not being down to Earth.
You know the kind...
Blind by accomplishments,
That provoked and stirred.
You know the kind...
Proud and dignified.
From the ghetto but bestowed with self worth.
You know the kind...
Trying to be somebody,
When those around me...
Were satisfied to be clowns and jerks!
Enacting sterotypical images,
Without self motivation.
Or identities to exert!
You know the kind...
Those who complain about their lives.
And proud to have themselves,
Treated like children.
And disrespected like dirt!
Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
Look around you!
Those that are accepted...
Have neglected themselves.
And are totally conditioned to live fenced in!
Undisciplined with no respect.
For themselves or anyone else!
As they are taught to appreciated their own neglect!
And this is what they believe,
Are their true identities they wish to perceive!
Fed to them as they crave and eat!
And skillfully done...
With a purpose to ignore,
A welcomed self defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Qualifications
Now he wanted to fly all those big aeroplanes
Trans-continental and back home again
But his brain, it was grounded
His head could not cope
No qualifications, no reasons for hope
They told him the right way to fasten his tie
Beat him for laughing and never said why
They left his for dead when the results came through
And still never asked what he wanted to do
No qualifications so late in the day
Weve screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
Now to label your trousers and label your shoes
If you dont wear nothing then label that too
No qualifications, you are the time born
If you wanna succeed you better get some qualifications
So late in the day
Weve screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
song performed by by Chris Rea
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The Faith of Baha'i
We cling to multiple identities;
Such identities impel us to show
Loyalties based on identities.
Multi-loyalties bring conflict in us.
Loyalties propel us to side or fight.
Religions and politics take much toll.
Language and territories are not behind.
Racial identities still raise their heads.
Leave identities; leave loyalties.
Both tell that you are led by prejudices.
A world community formed without them
Is what Baha'u'lla'h preached as his faith.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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