Misplaced Souls
Momma can you still love me my life has gone so bad
With everything you taught me all the things I had
I guess that I forgot the parts the ones you said I'd need
The words you used for me to hear I guess I didn't heed
And now I am a beggar the beggar on the street
I guess I really screwed up this time no place to rest my feet
I'm the beggar on the street the one that you pass by
Disheveled clothes and matted hair so filthy to your eye
Sometimes I wonder how I got here it all came on so fast
One day I was just like you the next I needed gas
My car is where I live sometimes and others its a shack
I know to you I'm filthy and to me you'll turn your back
The sign I carry sometimes reads that I am 'Out of work'
Or maybe it will say to you 'A vet and I will work'
They mean the same I have no cash no assets do I have
A sign that reads 'Will work for food' is all I own or have
It wasn't supposed to be this way my plans and dreams they mattered
But somehow things did not work out the clothes I wear are tattered
The thing I want for others to know is that I'm still their brother
And all I want when said and done is to be home with my mother
poem by Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
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Everything She Wants
Somebody told me
Boy everything she wants is everything she sees
I guess i must have loved you
Because i said you were the perfect girl for me, baby
And now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me
Somebody tell me
(won't you tell me)
Why i work so hard for you
(to give you money, work to give you money)
Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun
Girl i just work for you
They told me marriage was give and take
Well you've shown me you can take
You've got some giving to do
And now you tell me that your having my baby
I'll tell you that i'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Then how can it be good enough for two
I can't work any harder than i do
Somebody tell me
(won't you tell me)
Why i work so hard for you
(to give you money, work to give you money)
Oh why do i do the things i do
I'd tell you if i knew
My god, i don't even think that i love you
(won't you tell me)
(to give you money, work to give you money)
How could you settle
For a boy like me
When all i could see
Was the end of the week
All the things we sign
And the things we buy
Ain't gonna keep us together
It's just a matter of time
My situation
Never changes
Walking in and out of that door
Like a stranger
For the wages
I give you all
You say you want more
And all i could see
Was the end of the week
All the things we sign
And the things we buy
Ain't gonna keep us together
Girl it's just a matter of time
song performed by by George Michael
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Workout Plan
Some girls are all about
wishing things would've worked out
or wondering why
things didn't work out
don't work out
won't work out
or if only this
or that
then things would've worked out.
It's as if instead of working things out
and things working out
all they really wanted was a good workout
I guess just let them
work themselves out
cause I just want things to work out
if that's cool
poem by Brandon Adamson
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Out Of Work
8 a.m. Im up and my feet beating on the sidewalk
Down at the unemployment agency, all I get is talk
I check the want ads but there just aint nobody hiring
Whats a man supposed to do when hes down and hes
Out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im unemployed, Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
I go to pick my girl up
Her name is linda brown
Her dad invites me in
He tells me to sit down
The small talk that were making
Is going pretty smooth
But then he drops a bomb
Son, what dya do ?
Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im unemployed, Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Hey mr president I know you got your plans
Youre doing all you can now to aid the little man
We got to do our best to whip that inflation down
Maybe you got a job for me just driving you around
Im out of work
These hard times, theyre enough
To make a man lose his mind
Im out of work
Up there you got a job but down here below
Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im unemployed, Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Cant Be Too Long
Ahhh ... ahhh ...
Ah, ah, ahhh ... ahhh ...
The heat of a summer day, poundin down on my back,
Work like a dog in the sunlight, tryin to pay the people back.
I killed a man in the spring time; had to work hard just to make a dime,
To buy my baby the things that she needs.
I guess I didnt think twice, and now I have to pay the price,
For killing a man of another creed.
Ahhh ... ahhh ...
Ah, ah, ahhh ... ahhh ...
I guess Ill have to be strong, the rest of my life cant be too long.
I know Ill die some day, and be going far away,
And you wont remember the things that Ive done.
I feel a shedding tear, its only been a year,
But I know Ill be dead when the evening comes.
Ahhh ... ahhh ...
Ah, ah, ahhh ... ahhh ...
I guess Ill have to be strong, the rest of my life cant be too long.
Ahhh ... ahhh ...
Ah, ah, ahhh ... ahhh ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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The Spaewife
OH, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.
An’ siller, that ’s sae braw to keep, is brawer still to gi’e.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Hoo a’things come to be whaur we find them when we try,
The lasses in their claes an’ the fishes in the sea.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Why lads are a’ to sell an’lasses a’ to buy;
An’ naebody for dacency but barely twa or three.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Gin death’s as shure to men as killin’ is to kye,
Why God has filled the yearth sae fu’ o’ tasty things to pree.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
Oh, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
The reason o’ the cause an’ the wherefore o’ the why,
Wi’ mony anither riddle brings the tear into my e’e.
It ’s gey an’ easy spierin’, says the beggar-wife to me.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember the day I was born
late in December when winter
takes away the warm
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember when I was in my teens
with long curly hair
and bell bottom jeans
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma it wasn't long ago
you where working in your yard
planting fresh flowers
you use to work so hard
now you can't make your flowers grow
OH no Oh no
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember the day I was wed
let no man put asunder
is what the preacher said
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember my one and only son
born one day after your birthday
that's when his life begun
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember, Me?
I wrote this about a year before my Mom died of Alzheimer's
wondering I guess what might jog her memory when she forgot me
thinking if I reminded her of important things in my life that are considered mile stones of my life.
My Mom passed in July 2011 not knowing me.
© 2012 Marcus Goodman
poem by Marcus Goodman
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The Absent-Minded Beggar
When you've shouted ' Rule Britannia,' when you've sung ' God save the Queen,'
When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,
Will you kindly drop a shilling in my little tambourine
For a gentleman in khaki ordered South?
He's an absent-minded beggar, and his weaknesses are great -
But we and Paul must take him as we find him -
He is out on active service, wiping something off a slate
And he's left a lot of little things behind him!
Duke's son - cook's son - son of a hundred kings
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!)
Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after their things?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay - pay - pay !
There are girls he married secret, asking no permission to,
For he knew he wouldn't get it if he did.
There is gas and coals and vittles, and the house-rent falling due,
And its more than rather likely there’s a kid.
There are girls he’s walked with casual. They’ll be sorry now he’s gone,
For an absent-minded beggar they will find him,
But it ain’t the time for sermons with the winter coming on
We must help the girl that Tommy’s left behind him!
Cook's son - Duke's son - son of a belted Earl
Son of a Lambeth publican - it's all the same to-day !
Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after the girl?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, J1 and pay - pay - pay !
There are families by thousands, far too proud to beg or speak,
And they'll put their sticks and bedding up the spout,
And they'll live on half o' nothing, paid 'em punctual once a week,
'Cause the man that earns the wage is ordered out.
He's an absent-minded beggar, but he heard his country call,
And his reg'rnent didn't need to send to find him!
He chucked his job and joined it - so the job before us all
Is to help the home that Tommy's left behind him !
Duke's job - cook's job - gardener, baronet, groom.
Mews or palace or paper-shop, there's someone gone away!
Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and who's to look after the room?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay - pay - pay !
Let us manage so as, later, we can look him in the face,
And tell him - what he'd very much prefer
That, while he saved the Empire, his employer saved his place,
And his mates (that's you and me) looked out for her.
He's an absent-minded beggar and he may forget it all,
But we do not want his kiddies to remind him
That we sent 'em to the workhouse while their daddy hammered Paul,
So we'll help the homes that Tommy left behind him !
Cook's home - Duke's home - home of a millionaire,
(Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay !)
Each of 'em doing his country's work
(and what have you got to spare?)
Pass the hat for your credit's sake, and pay - pay - pay!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Steel Monkey
As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down,
Im a highrise jockey, and Im heaven-bound.
Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn.
Im a monkey puzzle and the lid is on.
Can you guess my name? can you guess my trade?
Im going to catch you anyway.
You might be right. Ill give you guesses three.
Feel me climbing up your knee.
Guess what I am. Im a steel monkey.
Now some men hustle and some just think.
And some go running before you blink.
Some look up and some look down
From three hundred feet above the ground.
Can you guess my name? and can you guess my trade?
Well, I wont rest before the world is made.
Arm in arm the angels fly.
Keep me from falling out the sky.
Steel monkey.
I work in the thunder and I work in the rain.
I work at my drinking, and I feel no pain.
I work on women, if they want me to.
You can have me climb all over you.
Now, have you guessed my name?
And have you guessed my trade?
Im cheap at the money I get paid.
In the sulphur city, where men are men,
We bolt those beams then climb again.
Steel monkey.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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On The Outside
They laugh at me aloud
They say Im just a clown
That I aint got no pride
Im on the outside
The girls look really cute
They really make it work
They think Im just a jerk
Im on the outside
I never could sit still
I never was too hip
I never caught the ride
Im on the outside
Im on the outside, Im on the outside now
This is where it all begins right here
On the outside lookin in, Im on the outside
I never was a punk
I never shot junk
I never even tried counter
Culture passed me right by
(Im on the outside)
Dont talk to debutantes
Dont eat in restaurants
The patrons sit and stare
The waiters make wise cracks behind my back
(Im on the outside)
Teachers there in school
They flunked me by the rule
They say I had no motivation, brains or dedication
I guess the imbeciles were right Im on the outside
Im on the outside, Im on the outside now
This is where it all begins on the outside looking in
Looking in
At you
Im just an alien through and through
Tryin to make believe Im you
Tryin to fit
Just a stranger on the outside looking in
The disco makes me sick i
Wear the wrong clothes
I say the wrong things
You know I cant dance
My feet are much too wide (Im on the outside)
You think you set the trends
You wear your hair just right
Your clothes are out-a-sight
Your house is modern really kitch
You get so macho when youre with your bitch
(Im on the outside)
I see them go to work
I see them go to sleep
I see them on t.v.
I see them laugh and cry
Im on the outside. Im on the outside. Im on the outside
(repeat chorus)
Im on the outside. Im on the outside now
Im on the outside
Im on the outside now
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Beggar To Beggar Cried
'TIME to put off the world and go somewhere
And find my health again in the sea air,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And make my soul before my pate is bare.-
'And get a comfortable wife and house
To rid me of the devil in my shoes,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And the worse devil that is between my thighs.'
And though I'd marry with a comely lass,
She need not be too comely -- let it pass,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'But there's a devil in a looking-glass.'
'Nor should she be too rich, because the rich
Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And cannot have a humorous happy speech.'
'And there I'll grow respected at my ease,
And hear amid the garden's nightly peace.'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Burlington Mall
burlington mall
sweet walk bus then we of again other
street go to bus stop and go to burlington mall
so cool there i get some of my clothes on jacket of and work.
what we work on is we hang up hanger for the clothes and wlk around for hailf in hour two work so ya better done then we go back to school.
poem by Mary Hartley
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Do it yourself
Day in and day out
I work hard to keep you happy
and off my aching back for once
and yet.....
It never seems to work.
You say you never asked,
yet if I didn't, you'd be angry,
at me, so therefore it's assumed.
I do and I do and I work and I work.
Day in and day out, nothing but try.
No thank you or appreciation,
just screams, and discontent.
Another sharp pain
into my overworked back.
Why can't you ever be happy?
I try so hard, and for nothing!
But it never seems to work
and you're sitting back
while I'm hurting.
Nothing is ever fine with you
everything is complicated
neverending.....
If you're not happy with
my progress and work
well guess what?
Do it yourself and leave me be.
poem by Jacqueline Dougherty
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Those Days Are Over
I would rather work with you,
Than not.
I prefer it that way,
Without delay.
I'd like to keep the purpose fresh.
To minimize our togetherness...
Is an invitation for regret!
To be open to communicate,
I believe our efforts would achieve their best.
It eliminates the guess work.
And removes those steps created by pests.
To get things done...
Is the agenda I will keep!
And not a part of this activity,
Will I for anyone delete!
Do not mistake my patience,
For a sign of someone weak.
These are not the times...
To introduce mind games,
You might wish to find.
I would rather work with you,
Than not.
But I am not going to stop to discuss,
The 'ifs' of what should happen...
Or who 'is' or 'is not' pleased.
Those days are over!
To do,
And get things done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out In The Street
Put on your best dress baby
And darlin, fix your hair up right
Cause theres a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day youve been working that hard line
Now tonight youre gonna have a good time
I work five days a week girl
Loading crates down on the dock
I take my hard earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And monday when the foreman calls time
Ive already got friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
Girl, Im down the street
Im home, Im out of my work clothes
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When Im out in the street
When Im out in the street
When Im out in the street, girl
Well, I never feel alone
When Im out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us from the corner of their eye
But there aint no doubt girl, down here
We aint gonna take what theyre handing out
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
Baby, out in the street I dont feel sad or blue
Baby, out in the street Ill be waiting for you
When the whistle blows
Girl, Im down the street
Im home, Im out of my work clothes
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When Im out in the street
Pretty girls, theyre all passing by
When Im out in the street
From the corner, we give them the eye
Baby, out in the street I just feel all right
Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight
Meet me out in the street
Meet me out in the street
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Night's still awake with flexible souls
At the daybreak a drunkard whispers to a beggar's ear
Who's fast asleep on the concrete bed!
'Sorry for the inconvenience brother!
Short of few coins and I want to go back home
As I lost my way last night and slept in a strange place.'
The kind beggar gave him a brand new dollar note
with a big yawn and he's surprised.
He jumped to the first bus and gone.
Now the beggar remembers the friend
Once offered him a drink and he's worried
That he should have given him more.
* A Diamond is a chunk of coal that made good under pressure.
-Anonymous
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Work To Work
Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...
Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...
Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...
Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for
Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...
Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day
Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...
Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...
Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Working Man
Words and music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin
Yes, Im workin all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess thats why they call me
They call me the workin man
They call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
I get home at five oclock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wondrin
Why theres nothin goin down here
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess thats why they call me
They call me the workin man
They call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
Well they call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
song performed by by Rush
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Guess Im Falling In Love
(reed, cale, morrison, tucker)
I got fever in my pocket
You know I gotta move
Hey babe, I guess Im falling in love
I got fever in my pocket
Down to my shoes
Oh babe, I guess Im falling in love
I got in my pocket, hey babe
Everything that I can have
Ive got thing in my ? loveline?
Its gonna work out fine
Its gonna be allright
I gotta move
You got yours on your side
Hey now babe, I guess Im falling in love
I got fever in my pocket
Down to my shoes
Oh babe, I guess Im falling in love
Youd better move it on sweet babe
Hey on down to your shoes
Things theyre right, mama
You know itll work out fine
Hey you gotta lose
Got hand in my pocket
You know it work also(? )
Oh babe, I guess Im falling in love
Ive got ankles in my breasts
I find its hard to lose
Oh babe, guess Im falling in love
Oh babe, guess Im falling in love
Oh babe, guess Im falling in love
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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My Mother Had A Brother
My mother had a brother
They say that I was born on the day that he died
Someone to cling to, she said
When all the noises and the shame came calling
My mother had a brother
I thought I knew them all, I thought I knew
But she lied
I said, Show me his face again, tell me again why he died
She said he couldn't wait for the things that I've seen
She said he wasn't strong enough, he never dared to dream a life like mine
My mother had a brother
Over-sensitive and kind
Seems it all became too much for him..
It seems he took his own life
Mum, I can't imagine the joy and pain in equal measure
Tears in the dirt, and all over your newborn treasure
I guess he had to wait until my momma had me
I guess he couldn't wait another moment to be free
In endless sky..
But mama will you tell him from your boy
The times they changed
I guess the world was getting warmer
And we got stronger
Mother will you tell him about my joy
I live each day for him
The sun came out, yeah, and I'm just breathing it in
(breathing)
My mother had a brother
Same desire, different time
Seems the empty spaces tortured him
Until he took his own life
I don't know why I waited so long for love
I just don't know what I was thinking of..
All that wasted time
But mama will you tell him from your boy
The times they changed
I guess the world was getting warmer
While we got stronger
Mother will you tell him about my joy
I live each day with him
Your son came out, yeah,
And I'm still breathing it in
And I swear now that freedom is here
I'm gonna taste it all for you boy
I'm bad to the bone, I'm just a little torn
I'm making so much love
So those of us who have nothing to fear
We've got to make damn sure that it was worth it
I'm bad to the bone, I'm just a little stoned
I'm making so much love
I was a prisoner, but he saved me
Broke into my dreams and said, Who cares?
I was a prisoner, so disgrace me
I'm glad to be home
And I don't believe they care.
song performed by by George Michael
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