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Upper class suburbon yuppies simultaneously congreate, At local coffee houses to communicate their white collar hippster poerty.. loss of Virginty. Childhood sotimy. Tha young blonde speaks of teenage rape behind wooden blechers after A ballgame.. , Anxious and annoyed my created friends show me drawn out intetions of mass murder, Suicide by arson. Tha purfication of this society of rank coeds........JEK

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Suicide Blonde

(a farriss & m hutchence)
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Suicide blonde
Was the colour of her hair
Like a cheap distraction
For a new affair
She knew it would finish
Before it began
Something tells me you lost the plan
Chorus
You want to make her
Suicide blonde
Love devastation
Suicide blonde
You want to make her
Suicide blonde
Love devastation
Suicide blonde
She stripped to the beat
But her clothes stay on
White light everywhere
But you cant see a thing
Such a squeeze
A mad sad moment
Glory to you
Glory to you
Take me there
Take me there
Got some revelation
Put into your hands
Save you from your misery
Like rain across the land
Dont you see
The colour of deception
Turning your world around again
Chorus

song performed by by INXS
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)

We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

poem by Trade Martin
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Crazy for the up

You adopt what the upper class practise.
You put on what the upper class wear.
You ape the upper class in all forms
With strain to be up in their estimation.
10.11.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Suicide.

Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide, suicide
Take me away
Suicide, suicide
Please make it today
Suicide, suicide
An answer, for me
Suicide, suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide, suicide
I’ve had too much
Suicide, suicide
Take me, do your touch
Suicide, suicide
Leave the rest behind
Suicide, suicide
You’re all over my mind
Suicide, suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide, suicide
I need to release

poem by Lisa French
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Suicide, suicide

Suicide, suicide
Come and save me
Suicide, suicide
Come and take me
Suicide, suicide
Where are you hiding
Suicide, suicide
Please let it be now
Suicide, suicide
Give me and answer
Suicide, suicide
Release me, i beg of you
Suicide, suicide
I can't take no more
Suicide, suicide
Free me, please touch me
Suicide, suicide
Help me end this
Suicide, suicide
It's only you in my mind
Suicide, suicide
Take me silently
Suicide, suicide
I need it now more than ever

poem by Sumiya Khan
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To be known I had to do this

I commited suicide.
Because i had nothing to live for.
My life had become a mess.
Suicide was the only option I had.
To be known I did ever exist.

But one thing is for sure.
I'll come back and huant you.
You bastards that raped me.
I will get you back.
Only you can't do a thing.
To get to me you'll need a medium.
So now at last I have the upper hand.

Maybe now justice will be done.
Only I hope you can live with yourselfs.
Becuase the rape and abuse.
Drove me to this.
It drove me to my suicide.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Coffee!

Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !

poem by Ernestine Northover
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She’s Gone

Eyes bemused –
A disconnect

Dermal swathes of young and old
Reject the guessing of your age

You’re blind –
A blueprint for blankness

Your dreaming pipes through nothingness –

Are you still afloat? – atop the oceans,
Heaving, heavy over Hell,
Boiling, spoiling in a mind that couldn’t cope.

Ah! but Death smiles
And so do you

Kissing Him
Is all to do!

The Suicide Train

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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When Did Youth Go?

When did I stop being a teenager?
When did I stop listening to the radio
from midnight until 2 or 3 a.m. weeknights?

Why was teenage music so empowering?
Why were we so absorbed with the music?
Music which really rocked our wild souls?

Music we danced at local teenage disco too.
Music we drove our parents or first cars too.
Music we drank beer or spirits or partied too.

It seemed we could not live without music.
It seemed we could not meet without music.
It seemed our dreams lived within the beat of music.

Music was part of the fuel which drove our souls.
Music was part of the weekend ever speeding by.
Music was magic drumbeat of hot midnight parties.

Where is the large rocking crowd going?
Where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where are all those old friends going?

Where where is large trendy rocking crowd going?
Where where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where where are all those good old friends going?

Suddenly those wild unending party days are over.
Suddenly those exciting unending teenage years are over.
Suddenly those pubs full of our friends are empty.

Suddenly they all suddenly left town.
Suddenly they are all no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't go.

Suddenly they all suddenly left the old home town.
Suddenly they are all suddenly no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't know or go.

Where did those teenage years quietly go?
Those teenage friends I used to know?
Where did they all suddenly go?

Where did those teenage years quietly creeping go?
Those lost teenage friends I once upon a time did know?
Where did they all suddenly go exiting a vanishing show?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Loss Of...

Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow

Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared

Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated

Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace

Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by

Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get

Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache

(2012)

poem by Michael Ernst
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Recipe for A Slave

Preheat antebellum plantation
Under 100 degrees of southern heat
Add one part capitalist society
Pour in slave ships
With tens of millions of African people
Finely dice countless families
And separate daily
Carefully strip away
Language, culture and religion
Sift in shackles
Whip and beat vigorously
Slowly mix in murder, rape
And castration
Stuff with strange fruit
Set for 400 years
Garnish with self-contempt,
Materialistic desire,
And white-collar jobs
Once urbanized
And socially conditioned
Place under glass ceiling
SERVE: to millions

poem by Mikaylah Simone
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The decisive moment in the defeat of upper class, capital-S, Society may have come when, in newspapers all over the nation, what used to be call the Society page was replaced by the Style section.

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There is nothing good or bad

I was taught in my childhood,
‘Obey the order’ and ‘be not a coward’,
‘Love the family’ and ‘love the society’
‘Do good’ and ‘Avoid bad’ etc.
To segregate the former from the latter,
I am at loss, with no wall in between
Drawn clear cut by any one.
08.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Murder 101

Never thought that I knew too much
I always thought I knew enough
I didnt want to learn this stuff
I didnt ever want to be that tough
But love was just implied
And everything else died
This class has now begun
In murder 101
You can learn it in the first degree
You could even make yourself believe
That youll never even think of me
When youre packing up your things to leave
Now my intuition failed
I cant graduate unskilled
They dont excuse the young
This is murder 101
Find yourself another heart that needs a rest
Tie a hook onto a single thread
Drop it down beneath the chest
Theres the first part of this test
Theyll grade you on a curve
Theyre including everyone
No matter what youve heard
You know this class has now begun
Drop out before they come
To murder one by one
Just look what weve done
In murder 101
Just look what weve done
In murder 101
Just look what weve done
This is murder 101
Just look what weve done
To murder one by one

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Murder 101

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After years in white theaters I dreaded working in colored houses. The noise, the stomping, whistling, and cheering that hadn't annoyed me when I was young was now something I dreaded.

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She Was White Blonde

She was white blonde,
her eyes sometimes bright sky-blue,
she was white blonde,
with a foot right next to the abyss
when I held her tightly against me,
and for the first time really noticed her well,
she was white blonde…

poem by Gert Strydom
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Coffee Is Fine

Having a brewing cup for coffee is fine,
Facing weather too hot, too much iron.
This strong iron is too late in taste,
Much of the flavours are inside.
The coffee is not tea, not even anything
Like the leaves of danger and bread.
My loaf of bread enriches the stomach
And all emptiness is about.
The cup of coffee has managed my upper class,
My thinking causes thinkers to abandon,
The ridding of thinkers and scholars is appalling
In the extreme.

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Suicide Blonde

Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)

Crazy for the up

Suicide.

Suicide, suicide

To be known I had to do this

Coffee!

She’s Gone

When Did Youth Go?

Loss Of...

Recipe for A Slave

Premeditation

There is nothing good or bad

Knife

Murder 101

Murder 101

She Was White Blonde

Coffee Is Fine

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