Flies and shit are a model of mutual confirmation.
quote by Octav Bibere
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Model Citizen
Be an Arab
Be a Jew
Be a boxing
Kangaroo
Beat yourself
All black and blue
I don't care
Be a bleeder
Be a Cancer
A hemophiliac
Romancer
Be a crippled disco
Dancer
Oooh... What a pair
He's a model citizen
I think I've got them fooled them again
He's an ultra-sweety guy
And a master of disguise
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American!!!
I'm a hostage
In a city of creeps
They've got mercenary guards
That watch me sleep
They'd like to kill me slow
Bury me deep
In the heart of Texas
I'm a martyr
I'm a sadist
I might be the Saviour here to save us
I'm a friend of Sammy Davis, casually
He's a model citizen
I think I've got them fooled again
He's an ultra-sweety guy
I won't let down my disguise
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Mutual Suicide
Sufficent breaths
nothing left
of the best
settling for what's thought
good enough
but it's really rough
uncut
Full of hate
anger
meant to die
but wanting to fly
you are the one
left insulted
how's it feel
Not alive
waiting for mutual suicide
just a quick ride
fast
hard fun
the thrill
adrenaline rush
knowing
I am at that breaking point
that's why I run into the arms of
mutual suicide
What do you mean
what's the deal
you say the words
and we both feel like shit
Dull on the inside
victim
on the outside
torn between
middle of me
Not alive
waiting for mutual suicide
just a quick ride
fast
hard fun
the thrill
adrenaline rush
knowing
I am at that breaking point
that's why I run into the arms of
mutual suicide...
poem by Daniel Wittfoth
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I Just Can't Take This
I just can’t take this anymore
I just can’t take this shit any longer
You drive me insane
From all your fucked up stories
Why can’t you go away
And stop all my pain and misery
I just can’t take this anymore
I just can’t take anymore shit
From your sorry ass
You think your a bad ass
Just because all the girls like you
Get away from me
Leave me alone
Get away from me
I can’t take your shit any longer
Stop!
Keep all your sorry fucked up problems to yourself
And stop driving me insane
I just can’t take this shit
I just can’t take this shit any longer
Just get away from me
poem by Brandi Young
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Positive Role Model
Here we are
where we were
back on everything
Went too far
now we're fine
back on everything
So much for making it day by day
Back on everything
Instead of taking another way
we're back on everything
I want a positive role model
I want a positive role model
My reflection on the street
Is that the way I walk?
Introspection as I speak
I need to change the way I talk
In a changing world
there's so much you could be
Why can't you choose your self
like your enemy?
Have you ever imagined
a new you?
I could be someone else
Somebody new
Reinvention:
my intention
I want a positive role model
I want a positive role model
I want a positive role model
I want a positive role model
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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At that point it certainly would be called abstract. That is to say, you had a model and there'd be one or two or three people there drawing the model but otherwise you had abstractions all around the room, even though the model was in front of you.
quote by Lee Krasner
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Times is Hard
Please don't burn our shit-house down,
Mother has promised to pay.
Father's away on the ocean wave,
And sister's in the family way,
Brother dear has gonorrhea,
And times is fucking hard.
So please don't burn our shit-house down,
Or we'll all have to shit in the yard.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever care?
Did you ever give a shit.
You never gave it a second thought.
All you wanted was to hurt me.
You made me visit hell.
You told me not to tell.
Do you no how much I hate you.
You fucking vile piece of scum?
I absoultely dispise you.
I wish you dead.
Did you ever give a shit.
Did you care about what you did.
You raped me.
Then you turned and laughed.
I doubt you gave a shit.
I doubt you feel guilty.
And doubt you ebver will
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Not Having Obtained The Much Needed Kiss
she is hugless and i am briefless
she is far away from the clutches of my arms
i send my pic hugging the air
she responds by saying she is feeling hot and sexy in there
i send another pic
i am kissing my own lips. How dare? How could i ever do such thing?
Narcissus. Jesus!
she responds, you are a good model for organic farming,
i look like shit. She ends it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Everybody should have their own thing, and if he don't want to be a role model, that should be up to him. In the right situations, I can try to help and be a role model, but I'm still gonna speak my mind, and if that affects the role-model deal, then too bad.
quote by Toby Keith
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The Choices...
he never wished
to be just another contributor
of ugliness
to this world,
in fact, he
wants to be another
great artist
to convert all trash
into a beautiful
magnum opus
to cover all shit
in one huge can
and bury it on
earth
to hide all evil
back in Pandora's box
obviously, another
mission impossible
it is easier this way
let shit be shit
and let beauty be beauty
let them thrive
and let us see who wins
this drive
meanwhile, let us sit
and relax,
we shall just be the
gods and
if not
at least be judges
or jury
or
just another garbage
collector.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There were two qualities about the mutual funds of the 1920s that made them extremely speculative. One was that they were heavily leveraged. Two, mutual funds were allowed to invest in other mutual funds.
quote by Ron Chernow
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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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Those who are born to be small shit never make it to big shit.
Sleeping Girl
from without, from a child
in this location, the forces conspire
vigilant fire, expectation
sleeping girl, i wish you could tell
this violation
sleeping girl, i want you you to smile
confirmation
moment of truth
know what she says
i cant take it
i wanted the truth
but i know i can play, this location
sleeping girl, you know her so well
in?
sleeping girl, i want to you tell me
conversation
sleeping girl, you know that you will
communication
sleeping girl, i want you to smile
confirmation
sleeping girl, you know her so well
in?
sleeping girl, i want you tell me
communication
sleeping girl, you know that you will
vindication
sleeping girl, i want you smile
confirmation
i, i, i..
i, i, i..(low voices)
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Every Friday
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
I loooooooook like a shit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
And every Tuesday I am like a horn,
On Wednesday and Tuesday I am a horn,
I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.
On every Friday I look like a shit,
My salary is more now a little bit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
It looks as on Sunday I was born.
On Friday morning I am so glad
That by the evening I’ll look like a fad
Or may be like a dirty pig
Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.
But…every Monday I am like a horn,
On certain Sunday I was born,
And every Friday I am like a shit.
My life is better........, a little bit.
More or less
It was my sincere confess.
Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.
On every Friday there is no control.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 16th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Mother in-law
I saw your mother
Today in Trafalgar Square
She was wearing a nice bonnet
The pigeons shit on it
They didn’t care
I didn’t tell her
Cos I didn’t care
With a silly grin
I just stood there
Then the pigeons shit again
This time on my hair
I saw your mother
Just standing there
With an enormous silly grin
Serves me right
For marrying her daughter
That’s it
I’ve taken all the shit
I am ever going to take
So it’s goodbye to your mother
And goodbye to you
Goodbye my dear
Goodbye
By the way tell your mother
Shit suits her
It’s Just so, so her
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Educatıon
They ain't trying to educate me
All they give a shit is what i memorized lately
I don't give a shit about my education
All i give a shit is for my future transformation
I'm waiting for my graduation
School is full of segregation
Alway's talking about toleration
Think your all that cause you got higher education
Tolerating jokes on mental retardation
You don't give a shit about our education
You're only waiting for you're weekly compensation
Your full of shit
Our school has a bad name
And yet you fill our heads with accusation
We ain't doing nothing right
We're only going against the constitution
Killing our own blood
It's affecting the population
Collide the black and white
Until we make a new combination
Don't acuse me
It's messing up my concentration
It's your fault
The street's on prostitution
They're pregnant
And now trying to look for blood relation
Thinking we need all that shit for our future
Now that's just exaggeration
You better do your job right
Or face elimination
your destination is coming
Just put a gun on your head
And thats my recommendation
Your forgetting about us
All your worrying about is alien communication
With the foundation of alien translation
Go head
You could try the run from destination
But at the end you'll just have to put a gun on your head and
face your own elimination
poem by Ludmar Barbosa
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Unashamed Art
The artist who hides the model's beauty
won't allow others to see
the beauty of the model who poses
hidden by drapery.
But the artist who describes the beauty
allows the model to be
adorned in the garment given by God
which is painted naturally.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Shit Poetry
I would much rather stare at a blank page
Than read the shit poetry I write. Everything is
Lost in translation, coagulated
And dry, I write this. A formulaic
Thought is forgotten and skewed, I can't
Explain this. Head in my hands, anger through
My veins, despair and aggravation, this
Is what my shit poetry creates for me?
Or is this despair and aggravation why
I write this shit poetry of mine?
poem by Ryan Sanders
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If I was America's Next Top Model
Kepp your head high like a model, darling
Muster the confidence to strut down the catwalk
You're in the running towards becoming
America's Next Top Model
If you have fear keep it under that silly dress,
wrapped tight like a corset, darling
We all want what we cannot have
Any emotion must not surface,
Skin smooth and clear like a mannequin
Eye balls that jut out as if to say
'Who are you to pencil me in? '
I'm still in the running towards becoming
America's Next Top Model
I own heels that make me taller than the sun
If I fall I'll gain back my composure,
but only because that's what us models do
The paparazi must never know my weakness
But what's a darling to do when she's down?
'Congratulations, you're still in the running towards becoming
America's Next Top Model'
poem by Faith Wood
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