The Flasher
In she'd arrive at the supermarket
car park in her convertable Mini Moke.
Micro-mini-skirted and no panties.
Knickers, to the more refined?
She'd wait until she drew a crowd
of departing elderly, then with a
flurish she'd step out legs spread
wide - hiding nothing - showing
everything.
The ladies tut-tuted audibly, while
their husbands found it hard to push
a loaded shopping trolly with one hand.
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poem by Jerry Hughes
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Holiday meals two
A woman in england is breeding mini pigs as pets
She might have some regrets.
My crabapples will have a mouth where to park
Pork so tender with meat white and dark.
Small indoor cookers will make such a come back
Mini chittilings will be just a new snack
Bagged al natural
Or bar-B-que flavored
Wont that be wild.
I like em hot
Some like em mild.
For a party of twenty
There will be plenty.
We will cook two or three
As directed.
The big bad wolf will be happy cause he has emphazima
Old Yeller could surley handle the rest.
Babe is at odds with no mini sheep to herd
So from him you will not even here one word.
Clinton upset cause not bred in Arkansas
But Hillary wants one real bad
To keep up with this latest pig fad.
Mini Razorback hogs
Will be the talk of the town.
We can train them like tunnel rats
To infiltrate Afganistans deep hidden caverns
For the pig is smarter than
Us drunkerds in most taverns.
Peanut Butter Conspiracy
By: jimmy buffett
1973
Lookin back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin in a dive for twenty six dollars
Spendin it all on grass
We were hungry hard-luck heroes
Tryin just to stay alive
Wed go down to the corner grocery
This is how wed survive
Chorus:
Whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch that big round mirror
And Id fill up my coat
Then wed head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car, got to make it on home
Suppertimes getting near
Chorus:
So whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
Never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I sure had my share
Its really kinda funny to laugh at em now
But I dont want to go back there
So every now and then when Im in the grocery
Ill take a little but not much
cause you never know when those hard timesll hitcha
And I dont want to lose my touch
Chorus:
So whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir, yes sir
We would pay the mini mart back
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Eshal
MALACH OZER MOSIHYAH UMEGEN
MALACH OZER MOSIHYAH UMEGEN
HU LO YA'AZOV WELO YITOSH
BEHEN BAHASAD BARACHAMIM
ESHAL
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
Please God protect us and keep away the pain
Guard every moment with every breath we take
You know we sweat so hard for survival
Every night and every day
ESHAL
ESHAL stay with us tonight
To dance, not to fight
ESHAL stay with us tonight
To dance, not to fight
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ESHAL KAM AD TIKUN GAYEB MINI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ANA WAHEDI ANENI ANENI
ESHAL
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Rocking and Rolling
When I am rocking and rolling
I only remember you
When I am dancing and swinging
I only remember you
mini tini manimoo
mini tini manimoo
Come lets dance
Come romance
Come lets explore this crazy, crazy feeling
I have for you
When I am rocking and rolling
I only remember you
When I am dancing and swinging
I only remember you
mini tini manimoo
mini tini manimoo
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Lead into grace
Lead to corruption
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
A truth or lie has to be spoken
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
King or con has to be chosen
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Way of life complete or broken...broken
Choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Follow truth or stutter through a lie
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Will to push or give up and fall behind
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Point the finger at yourself
There's no choice
Anymore anyway...
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore Anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
They're lost system of destruction
Flush all hope down the drain
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who is left to blame
Who is left to blame
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a reason
Anymore anyway
We don't have control
Anymore anyway
We don't have opinions
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Johannesburg
There are mini-bus taxis everywhere
hooting, swerving, stopping anywhere
and people on the street
shouting to each other
as if they are not
in talking distance,
but as if everybody is deaf.
Some hawkers are selling
sweets, cigarettes and newspapers
while others are cooking maize,
porridge and eggs.
Youngsters stand next to
parking meters showing
open parking spaces
and demanding money
to watch vehicles parked there.
Some hobos sleep
in tattered blankets
and smell of wine
and liquor and the sick
sweet odour or retching.
Prostitutes walk up and down
street corners in mini skirts
and t-shirts
with nipples showing through
and have hello smiles
plastered across their faces.
Some gum sniffing children
beg at traffic lights
with twisted arms and legs
and other beggars
have posters wishing you well
or telling you to go to hell.
People queue in lines
waiting for busses
and some stand smoking
while they talk
and businessmen, lawyers,
soldiers, secretaries
are walking quickly past
with briefcases, satchels,
and handbags
and on the sidewalk
there is urine,
blood, vomit, some rotting food
and smoked cigarettes
and everywhere signs
of a city in a country
that is falling apart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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for Selena
indeed
i commend you
your legs are
sexier now with
the polka dot mini
and black
stockings
at the age of
45 do not fear
you can still kick
point & dash &
sway
Selena do not just
trust luck
to get a man
you need to be a little
flirt this time
and be the smart ass
that you can
time passes you by
do not just wait there
go & grab & just be
yourself
open and
candid about what
you feel
and by all means
in God's name
say it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Galbi
OH OH GALBI... GALBI...
GALBI YA HEB IL HAWAH
LA TIM NA OU MINI
MIN FA'IN TARIQ AL MA'HIBAH
LA DACHIL GALBAK
You stole my heart
You stole my soul
You take my breath away
What can I do, what can I say
When you're so far away
OH OH GALBI
GALBI YA HEB IL HAWAH
LA TIM NA OU MINI
MAHAD BIGAY RAQSHABI
AL KASIWAH SINI
OH OH GALBI GALBI
YE YE YE GALBI GALBI
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Even on a personal note, my dressing table downstairs is crowded with things, like a mini landscape. It's a city with buildings and towers and roads. There's a pool and a little park. When I move something around it becomes a different tableau.
quote by Tony Curtis
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Shopping for Yesterday
Busy crowds, lonely hearts, broken dreams
Shopping for yesterday.
Visiting the shared moments,
In all the familiar places
When shopping for yesterday.
We are all prisoners of the past
When shopping for yesterday
Knee deep in our loneliness
Surrounded by the crowd
We’re shopping for yesterday.
Pictures and memories
Half-forgotten words
Time slipping away
From the windmills of my mind
When shopping for yesterday.
poem by Adrian Wait
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Even When All The Roses Are Gone
Its on the tip of my tongue. Wait, wait im not done. Even when all the roses are gone. I will still know the one. They say live life while im young. A constant sensation that burns. Its another heart attack. Here you go a piece to you and you and you. Its on the tip of my tongue. Wait, wait im not done. Even when all the roses are gone. I still know the one. Try hiding it, try denying it, but i can feel it. The constant fighting. Emotional war fare. Tension high. Here another disguise ware it and swear to it. I see the problem. I see the aggravation. Im not an easy catch. Push, push, come on just push. Its on the tip of my tongue. Wait, wait im not done. Even when all the roses are gone. I still will know the one. The one. I will, will still know the one.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Truth In Your Words
Erstwhile and estranged
I know I'm one in a long chain
I came to get my mini-bike returned
Same old bad times
I know they're one in a long line
I came to get my mini-bike returned
And I know there's truth in your words
Buried inside of your words
Yeah I've learned a thing or two
From hard times spent with you
And I know there's truth in your words
Buried inside of your words
Yeah I've learned a thing or two
From hard times spent with you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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He shot his daughter
(This is a true story)
One day a man was showing off his loaded gun to a friend.
It accidentally discharged and it brought his daughter's life to an end.
The bullet went through his hand and hit his baby daughter.
He was horrified when he learned that he shot her.
The man was being irresponsible when he was showing off his loaded gun.
Owning a firearm takes responsibility and if you're not responsible, you shouldn't own one.
poem by Randy Johnson
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That girl
That girl
with bangs on her hair
a pink headband, thick lips pure red,
curly hair, mini skirt, and bleached legs
as white as may sky,
the way she sits tells me
that she is a woman now
beautiful to be with
because of her
bad habits.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sony Phone
Ring, ring, ring...
Hello, halo, hallow,
Hi, Ha, Hmmm,
I'm Sony Ericsson smartphone,
Xperia Mini Pro,
inspired by human curvature.
I'm a Typer,
I'm left-brained,
I like logic, structure, and analysis.
I'm a Toucher,
I'm right-brained,
Chaotic, I feel through things
The tang of sea air
Smell of freshly cut grass.
I'm a poet,
Imaginative, Intuitive
and inspirational.
Sony smartphone
designed for
Typer and toucher,
So whatever I do,
Xperia mini pro is
designed for you and me.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Contrast
Don't know…
Where to look
The beautiful
Trees…
Covered with
Fruits, flowers
And leaves…
Fully clothed.
Or the men and
Women…
Strutting out
Their stuff
In blobs of
Flesh…
Sparsely attired,
Semi-naked.
I would prefer
The former to
The latter, but
I have no choice.
Do I?
It amazes me
To see this
Paradox of
Existence!
My views
Of nature's
Picturesque
Spring-summer
Bloss oms…
Being ceaselessly
Blighted by
Unsightly bodies
That leave me
Distracted…
With their
Lewd images of
Voyeuristic vulgarity.
Cleavages, butts, bellies
And thighs, walking on
Micro-mini, long legs…
Vying for the attention of
Matted chests and arm-pits
With pumped up triceps…
Shirtless bodies, aplenty
On show, I don't know
Where to go...to view
Nature's pristine greens,
Unadulterated.
In this sea of semi-nude
Dregs, for some decency,
My vision begs…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Racing
every day of my life I feel like Im in a race
with a mini and I’m the yearling
who keeps tripping, falling, or stumbling over life
but never giving up
for I shall win the race
I win when the mini gives up
but I keep on running and running
away away from something
that’s not there
but I keep running from life
life it’s self is what’s scaring me
for life it’s self is what we all should be scared of
cause life it’s self can and will
kill you
it’s the most dangerous obstacle you’ll ever face
cause winning the race is not what counts
what counts is living throw life
that is the real challenge
and
the real race you should be winning
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Future Plans
Cant you see there vindictive plan
Taking land and controlling man
Governments scams, and corruptive cops
Innocent lives lost by there random shots
Illuminati, masons and crooked politics
Your wrists being fitted with mini micro chips
Brainwashing, survalance and feeding us lies
Many are blind to what's in front of there eyes
Were in the end time or mass population decline
Some say im wrong and that ive lost my mind
Like a life being controlled never crossed there mind
I wont be fooled by there words, I will never comply
Got to put up a fight either that or we die
Denying is for the weak gotta speak or scream
Afraid to sleep im having crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of the future, I see worse times
If you look hard enough you will see the signs
poem by Nic Hillen
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Push Push
Come take a ride
Or a slipnside
To sit astridengliden.
....Push!Push!
Please pull the strings
Bees use their stings
Birds spread their wing and
Some things...Push! Push!
A puss that pures
By settinspures
Is this his or her what stirs?
Now: Push! Push!
Unlock the sloice
Bring up the juce
Just let it loose..Producen
Push! Push!
Refrain
Push! Push! Push!Just a little
Push! Push! Push!A little further
Push! Push! Push!Just a little bit
Push! Push! Push!A little bit mooooore!
Ooh what a blow
Yeah, what a show!
Hey, one more throw...
Lets go now! Push! Push!
Another shot
We hit teh spot
Oh that was hot.. a lot
Now: Push! Push!
Refrain
From stick or stone
To the prick an d bone
Im lyinprone, Im nnnot alone
Push!Push!
With a whip and chain
Theres plesuren pain
And no venture, no gain....again
Now Push!! Push!
Refrain
Our fathers who are from heaven
When kings have come thy will be
done Forgive this day - our dailybread Give ahead!!!
Refrain
song performed by by Falco
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Surprise
You do not like the crowd
you hide in the darker side of the park
On the same spot
Another figure sits beside you
wow
oh wow
She is the superstar
Whom the crowd is looking
they all adore her
and she is hiding too
And she is asking for your name.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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