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exquisite
influenced by everything.
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intricate a
Rubiks Cube, Waldo was found
in an outhouse by the summit of an epoch
the 1920s washed out into depressive oblivion. Simon included
this in his autobiography, written in the 3rd person.
rubbish sad salary somber n'
infinite.
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Too Much Of Nothing
Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One mans temper might rise
While another mans temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when theres too much of nothing,
No one has control.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldnt know a thing.
Now, its all been done before,
Its all been written in the book,
But when theres too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Evrybodys doin somethin,
I heard it in a dream,
But when theres too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Managers, regardless of salary, should not be allowed to earn or use comp time. They are expected to work as many hours as needed to get the job done - especially at these salary levels.
A Rent Free Home To Live In
once you were offered
a rent free home to live in
for you and your family
a full time job
for both your wife
and yourself
a much higher salary
than you were making
a salary for your wife
house was warm freshly painted
beautify prepared for your family
not taken was this opportunity
a school was next street behind
but a short walk for your children
your salary was fully guaranteed
house waited empty a full year for thee
opportunity open dawn bright for thee
salary guaranteed in perpetuity for thee
you chose instead nuts and bolts living
you choose instead continued paying renting
time passes now your bills I am not paying
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A dealer in rubbish sounds the praises of rubbish.
If you're going to make rubbish, be the best rubbish in it.
quote by Richard Burton
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A Carbon Copy
Rubbish, written rubbish
I can't show it to anyone I know
They'll get the wrong idea,
They'll think I am fatalistic,
A desperate soul...
(But isn't he clever!)
Too bad he can't control his thoughts
They should be more like ours
We are society, the community,
We dictate the acceptable attitude,
The right way to think and write...
But who-are we
But individuals, first
And finally individuals
Suffocating from individualism...
Or lack of it-...!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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No Charge and No Price
If I was an engineer
A lawyer or a doc.
A musician or a poet
My salary would be top.
If I was yet a surgeon
A scientist or a barrister
My salary would rise again
It would be so much higher.
Apart from my profession
I'm blessed to be a mother,
To love and guide you throughout life
And keep you like no other.
Apart from the necessities
Of all our daily lives,
To keep the home fires burning
And balance out the strife.
I give you access to my wisdom
And how to find your truth
To go through life compassionately,
And not go through the roof!
All the things which matter not
I teach you to discern.
I listen to your troubles
And show you how to earn.
A 'living' not just money,
But a balanced way of life
To help you to be calm and true
And rise above the strife.
Apart from these core issues,
I cook, wash, iron and dust.
I shop for all the family
And not because I must.
If I was paid in pounds and pence
For all these tasks I do.
A millionaire I soon would be,
Just for loving you.
Instead the salary I command,
For being your friend and mother,
Is zero; for there is no charge.
I love you as no other.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Psychopathic Need To Control Dominate Exploit
when you give a bully monster
like Peter Matthew right to hire fire
personal power to reduce salary
he will lower worker salary
personally rewrite each contract
cut lean employee bone out
privileges perks in contract
to pulse nerves divide workers
to control conquest cut wages
if you do not accept reduced salary
not negotiable such a boss will fire thee
from evil he shall do you will be free
need to control dominate exploit
people is strong in obsequious snakes hit
toadying assertive pay back black list
such individuals feel compelled to keep
do you feel sorry for this nasty sneaky creep?
beware further victims turn coats reap
would you for a few power dollars more start
a hit list nail stakes through an employee heart?
it is painful to watch souls from morality depart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bares Thru Us?
BARES THRU US?
by Alex Lewis
i'm taking out the TRASh (of society) :
the only way to set all the others free.
i will dispose of all of it:
those healthy in mind and body-fit.
in this, RUbbish, you won't find the needy,
only the selfish and the greedy.
i have no garbagE-collecting mechanism
to pick up all of the racism
i'll put them in the traSH bag next to the ignoramus.
i'm talking, of course, about the rich and famous.
at the request of the children,
i'll be rid of each republican.
finally, i can take the garBage out
before the scum see what's about.
now, everyone else will be at peace,
especially the lazy and the police.
i have only one word of warning for you all:
once again, the rUbbish bag will get full. ?
poem by Alex Lewis
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One stone two birds
rubbish, rubbish, rubbish
it not innocent game to finish
it is brilliance and execution of skill
That fulfills your aim and will
what best can be the option?
where you have to last long with no ration
maintaining strong bond without any relation
according warm reception to foes with citation
It s mastery stroke with fine precision
you may take split second decision
the arrow may travel and strike in bull
The result may be appreciated even by fool
It is move to keep enemy in suspension
He may not come out with its dispensation
there is still more waiting in sensation
when it will be enjoyed with elation
it is realization of goal in one stroke
the move may be concealed in smoke
the enemy may be simply compelled to provoke
here it may force her to surrender and accept the yoke
its usage is not limited to end result
it is not revenge for any insult
it is total surprise and delivered as deadly blow
Its impact may be known later on or very slow
Shoot with precision and prove the alertness
may be possible it is shot in air with firmness
the result is achieved without any bloodshed
this may be considered as an example and watershed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sue me if you can
Sometimes I wonder
what kind of criminals
is doing business today
in the new South Africa
and steal time, labour
and life
from their employees
and claim money
for undelivered services?
The rubbish collectors strike,
as they are not paid
and there is nobody
to collect the rubbish
and still the municipality
charges its fees
while you have to dispose of it
or have to pay other people
to remove it.
Mine workers are in revolt
since from November
they got no salaries
and it’s already the end of march
and some more promises
are made by the mine
that maybe later
fire them all.
A salesman’s sales
goes through the books
and money is received for it
and the boss
transfers all her property
to her children
and says that he
will get no commission
as she is bankrupt:
“sue me if you can.”
poem by Gert Strydom
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I never refused my help to any person black or white; and I liked the office nonetheless because there were neither fees nor salary connected with it.
quote by Salmon P. Chase
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There has been so much rubbish written up in the papers over the years.
quote by Ronald Biggs
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I don't talk about my salary.
quote by Howard Stern
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I was going to live on my salary or go down swinging.
quote by Gene Tierney
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It is my belief that one's salary is between an individual and the IRS.
quote by Jessica Savitch
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The more they applaud, the bigger your salary will be.
Rubbish Tip
At the rubbish tip they place their words
Just on the edge of
Surreal and absurd
A gold leafed edge
A lettered page
At teh rubbish tip
They stage
Their acts in
'THREE PARTS SCENE ONE'
Then you arrive
By stage door three
With a broken heart
All at sea
With the rythmn
Of the words
They left you to say
Can't see the wood for the trees today
At the rubbish dump
The hungry sit
Wide eyed
Death in their mouths
Waiting to eat
The bread of the words
The crumbs from a table
Of rotten verse
Yet still they come the blind and the dumb
Sit up and write
Recite it all night
Without a pause
Or space for 'applause'
READ THE PAPER!
It makes more sense to believe in
The tablod lies
Than live in a world of man made pretense
Take your tongue from your cheek
The fibre glass from your eye
BETTER NOT TO SAY A THING
DON'T TIP THE WORDS FROM YOUR MOUTH
TO THE PAGE...VOMIT BREACHED
just stay silent
Let the rain fall one more time
It's a sign of the times sell fast stories
Falling of dirty ink presses
distresses on paper
OUR DAILY BREAD SPOON FED!
ANGUS HAM STRINGS
poem by Yvette Smith
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To My Friend Cat
Cat
Right now i’m feeling all blue
I dnt know what to do
For i feel like i’m a shit of rubbish
A rubbish that u can easily use and throw away
Cat
Right now i’m feeling all confused
I dnt know what to believe
All i hear that he’s “busy”
Well maybe he is,
But i feel like a shit bomb man
Cat
Right now i dnt feel loved
I dont know he loves me anymore
It’s like a trust has fades away
And this is to say
It’s similar to beautiful rose dying away
Cat
Right now i’m hurting all over
I dnt know who i could tell it to
I have nobody at the moment
Tell me what shall i do today?
Cat
What shall i do?
I hardly know u guys
I hardly know the world
I hardly go out
I hardly do normal things
I hardly to anything man
It’s not my fault if i can’t do things
How can i put it into words?
So that all of my mates and ppl may understand
Cat
I see myself as a shit
Soon i might see u breaking with me
Just like my other mates
I dnt know what to do
I’m a piece of shit
Cat
Plzz plzz...
Don’t hurt me
Like others did
Coz’ it already having an affect on me
Dnt be the one
That would break my heart...
poem by Hindy Nobody
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There is a species of person called a 'Modern Churchman' who draws the full salary of a beneficed clergyman and need not commit himself to any religious belief.
quote by Evelyn Waugh
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