Bath Of Least Resistance
Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out
When to speak when to shout when to shut up
When to knock myself out
I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
So could ya please throw my head in a tub?
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away all I know
It's an overrated frontal lobe
Expensive thrills
sexual perversity
are always filling my mind
Mixed with guilt
Cause of bombs over dresden
Are kinda bringing me down
I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brainwash cause I'm aloon
Cause Im a psycho-babble brain
A real life looney toon
A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable
So put me in a room right next to Nicholson
And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do
Is sing traditional songs
But I like to sing in minor technologies
Not making sense
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Waste away all I know
It's an over rated frontal lobe
song performed by by NOFX
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Having a bath
Lovely bubbles thick and creamy,
Water deep and room all steamy,
World shut out and I'm all dreamy,
Guess what? I'm having a bath.
Door is locked, I'm on my own,
Don't need T.V. or telephone,
I lie there like a block of stone,
I'm happy, having a bath.
Wash my hair and scrub my toes,
Scratch my back and rub my nose,
Think of things that I propose
To do... after my bath.
Then I hear the sound of thunder
As it seems, when my head's under,
It's just a dream, a mental blunder,
I'm only having a bath!
Melting in my bed of blue,
While outside there's a great 'to-do'
The family's queueing for the loo!
... An hour's too long for a bath.
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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A song for the voyage
O God brainwash me O God eyewash me
So that I can see You With Your Glory
O God brainwash me by your great thought
Give me wisdom to thank you a lot
O God eyewash me by your sweet light
Wake me up make me feel alright
O God come to me in my sweet dream
Please don't sink my ship don't make us swim
poem by Asif Andalib
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All That You Are
Repeating in my head
Betrayal
Repeating in my head
Insecurities
Repeating in my head
Diffidence
It's not your fault
The well of thought and trust has run dry
Don't be afraid to let go
Don't be afraid to start over when it's over
Let go
Let go
Let go
Let go
Let go of feelings
Let go of compromise
Hollow trunk for shelter
So dark and cold inside
I always seem to find myself alone
Jaded shell of being
Porous as a stone
Calloused
Rigid
Empty
Because of you
Let go of trusting
Lost thought for family
Let go of living
No more concerns of demise
I never seem to find rhythm for life's harmony
Contorted
Twisted broken
Without a reason
Calloused
Rigid
Empty
Because of you
It's all me
All you are
Without me
There's nothing else
There's no one
Brainwash
All you are
Without me
You're by yourself
There's no one
Hope is out of season
Lost sight
No hint of light
Get busy living or get busy dying
Calloused
Rigid
Empty
Because of you
It's all me
All you are
Without me
There's nothing else
There's no one
Brainwash
All you are
Without me
You're by yourself
There's no one
Save me
This loss
Closure my
Answer
So grant it
You owe me all that you are
Without me
You're nothing
You're no one
Terrified
Petrified
Nothing
You're no one
Do you care because I don't
Nothing
You're no one
Nobody cares so just go
Nothing
You're no one
By yourself all alone
It's all me
All you are
Without me
There's nothing else
There's no one
Brainwash
All you are
Without me
You're by yourself
There's no one
Save me
This loss
Closure my
Answer
So grant it
You owe me all that you are
Without me
You're nothing
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Anthem
It's a new day, but it all feels old
It's a good life, that's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same
At my high school, it felt more to me like a jail cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
and I don't ever wanna.
I don't ever wanna be.you.
don't wanna be just like you
What I'm saying is this is the anthem
throw all your hands up
you.don't wanna be you
Go to college, a university, get a real job
That's what they said to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by and just do my time
Out of step while they all get in line
I'm just a minor threat, so pay no mind
Do you really want to be like them,
Do you really wanna be another trend,
Do you wanna be part of that crowd
cause I don't ever wanna.
I don't ever want to be you.
don't wanna be just like you
what I'm saying is.this is the anthem
throw all your hands up.you.
don't wanna be you.
(Shake it once, that's fine, shake it twice that's okay.
shake it 3 times your playing with yourself again.)
you.
don't wanna be just like you,
what I'm saying is..this is the anthem
throw all your hands up
y'll got the feeling, sing if you're with me
you.don't wanna be just like you (just like you)
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
y'll got the feeling, sing if your with me
Another loser anthem (whoa) 4x
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Tongue Bath
Yeah, (ohhh), we got the hood rats in the house right
(Would you like a tongue bath babe)
They say they like tongue bath (from the back)
So, uh, we went and got Methron
But of course, it's the Ying-Yang Twins
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that's the way I like it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Forget about that Summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we was loving it up
I've been told by the eye we were holding each other
To the room, sexual, of the Isley Brothers
Sippin' Alazez and Hennessee, straight thug passion
Licking nipples, got you gigglin', so you started to laugh
And now it's getting so erotic baby
All of a sudden so I'm kissing on your body baby
Admit it babb
See baby a tongue bath is what I like
Lick me up, lick me down, curve my appetite
Let me open up my legs, show me what you got
The way you licking on my body's got me really hot
And I'm loving the way you lick me though
Do it little daddy, let your tongue take control
You got me shaking like hell when you're licking my toes
From the top to the bottom, make your tongue roll
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that'
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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Scrub, Scrub, Rub-a dub dub
Scrub, scrub, rub-a-dub, dub
cleaning is such a chore.
Scrub, scrub, rub-a-dub, dub
cleaning's such a bore.
Washing, dusting every day,
seems there is no end.
I know that when I'm finished
it will start all over again.
Windows, floors and kitchen sinks
just can't seem to stay clean.
The kids go out. The kids come in
and there's the same old scene.
Wash the clothes. Let them dry.
Put them on to wear.
Before the day is over
there's a spot that wasn't there.
Scrub, scrub, rub-a-dub dub
when will it ever stop?
If I could find those rub-a dub men
I'd gladly give them my mop.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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TRASH DAY
Parody of "Hot In Herre" by Nelly
Rotten
So rotten here
So rotten
Oh
It was like, the last day before trash day
My place was gettin' kinda nas-tay
Even though the garbage I knew would reek
(You know) Thought that I could leave it for one more week
Then, um, I'm takin'
Birthday cake 'n'
(Oh) Chili and greasy old bacon
Throw it all on top of the mess I been makin'
Wife's so mad, she starts to shakin'
Leaky bag, 'n' now that girl is gaggin'
She's naggin'
"I need you to get that stuff off the kitchen floor"
"Is that too much to ask you for?"
But I see no reason why
Can't let a few more weeks go by
And now garbage is piled up high
And buddy, you should see the flies
I said...
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Boy there's a lot in here (a lot)
And every day it grows
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
Look at all this garbage that I keep generatin'
(Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin'
Bet there's a hundred health codes that I'm violatin'
Even my dog passed out and needed resuscitatin'
You won't believe it, take a whiff of that aroma
Sure to put you in a coma
It's so messy, can't find my toenail clippers
It's so bad, the roaches wearin' slippers
Warm, sweaty clothes piled up in this joint
Stand up by themselves at this point
It's so filthy, now baby, I can't lie
I wipe my feet before I go outside
I wonder what crawled in here and died
(You know) Walkin' 'round barefoot, I'd be terrified
But it gives me stuff to talk about with my friends
Like "Hey, I think them rats gettin' big!"
Oh
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Look what we got in here (now what?)
Let's watch it decompose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit of a... and a little bit of a...
Make me wanna throw up
It makes ya wanna... just makes ya wanna...
Oh
Some Lysol, some Comet
I got a mop and it's got your name on it
(What?) I'm just kiddin', doggone it
(Oh) Unless you gonna do it
Careful not to breathe the fumes
Check it, garbage piles are goin' all the way to the bathroom
Turn into toxic waste sometime this afternoon
Better get a Hazmat suit and a push broom
Oh
There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)
You better hold your nose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
It's gone to pot in here (to pot)
Bring out the firehose
(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)
Make ya wanna throw up
With a little bit a... and a little bit a...
Make me wanna throw up
Give a little bit a... and a tiny bit a...
Make ya wanna throw up
Mix a little bit a... with a molecule a...
Make me wanna throw up
It makes me wanna... just makes me wanna...
Oh
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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My Trash
in the house
at the kitchen
one finds that black bag
filled with trash
one has to throw them away
no keeps them
in our mind
in the same manner
there are thoughts
which are trash
and there is the black bag
one has to throw all these trash
away
in my poems
i got a trash
got a black bag
and i am throwing all these away
what us have to things
and thoughts
that no one loves?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trash Circle The Size Of Texas
Long Island one of the richest cities in the states
had on it’s shore plastic and glass waste.
One summer I was there,
picked up trash because I cared.
Listening to a friend who went on and on,
about how her friends did her wrong.
Anyways, I digress,
we need to watch how make a mess.
We need to be accountable for our trash,
for it has effects that last and last.
Trash meets in the ocean the size bigger than a lake,
it’s the size of Texas for heaven’s sake.
We need to think before we throw,
throw trash out the door or window.
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Say Me Freak
Say Me Freak
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Lust Schizophrenizes
Time Ordered Peace
Memory Crowned
For Unsung Queen
All That's Seen
Held In Grace
Whole of Part
Back to Lust
Full On Truth Begotten Shimmer
Complete to Full Frontal Love
Scrutinize In Full
Perversed-Obscene
As of Frontal
Lobe in Thought
Climb To Beauty
Build to Climax
Body Sparkle
Glimmers Sheen
As Perverse
When Judged Obscene
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Little Old Black Man
Little old black man picking up trash
he was a kind sould I can tell you that.
He said 'No matter how much I pick up,
there is always more, more than enough.'
It's true and it's a sad fact-
how people throw trash out the window
like the Earth was a trash can.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Skill The Brain’s Lobe
The left lobe for logic,
And the right lobe for creativeness,
Stand in a cerebrum.
The left acts to arrive
While the right, to derive.
The left acts to renovate
While the right to innovate.
Which lobe is stronger
That lobe must be fed still more.
09.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Trespassing
Who's there?
walking among my memories
tripping over cells of humour
falling upon old war wounds.
Who's there?
Mind where you tread old thing,
these are my nerve endings,
my memories of past events.
Shoes off,
when you step inside my brain,
reading my verses, my emotions.
This is my property, be warned.
Don't squash
the frontal lobe, old thing,
I may look passive but I bite!
Be gentle on my mind.
Who's there?
Stop, trespasser, hooligan,
be quiet when you come in here
and take your hat off!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sleep As Endline.
what we must accept is that turning point
of simply remembering
pieces of self that we pick along the road
and reassembling them again like a robot
the jigsaw puzzle is nothing
our minds are no longer bothered by a clutter
the whistling man is picking daisies along the way
counting and plucking each petal like a girl
at the end of this waking and walking game
what do we really get?
not even memories, they fade like denims
what we have is perhaps a scent of dying roses
which reminds us of regret and hate and which
we finally throw away as trash
it does not matter who gives it
we retreat at night, ponder upon these things get tired
and sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Indifferent
Distraught In Deprived Thought Within A Golden Rave I Make
It A Point Of Being Pointless Brainwash It All Away Distressed
And I Detest Vain In A Shade Of Gray Telegraphing
All Of My Punches Couldn't Fight My Way Out Of A Cardboard Box
And In My Own Small Way I Make An Indifferent
song performed by by Mushroomhead from Mushroomhead
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Sex Without Love
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the intimate
It’s when that passion of love turns into a hobby
Then into an obsession and then that turns into a have to have
You can’t stop thinking about your next fix
You look for it everywhere in everyone
You start having withdraws from it
You wonder how you got this way
So dependent on it to get you through the day
You think it’s the only thing that your good at
The guys keep coming and going like fire
At times when it hurts so bad you cant do anything
You tell yourself no more not another time
But as soon as soon as your better
Your right back at it
You ask yourself
Why you do this every time
You just don’t understand
It’s as if your being sexualy
Taken advantage by your own body
You wanna tear your hair our if your not doing it
The people just keep getting older while your still the same age
Started 2-3 years now it doesn’t really matter how old as long as you get the fix
You have to do it
It is your drug
Your Acid
People have been telling you for months that you need help
The people that know you the real you
This isn’t the real you and you know it
You can feel it
The lying
The addiction
The lack of pride you have for your body and self
It’s not you
It’s like he said right before he left
How does it feel to be trash now that you are trash,
And now you are truly trash.
You are not trash this is not you
You know how this started a young women lost within her broken hearted emotions
You just know you don’t know how to stop it
You now need help
Lots of help
Cause sitting here
Your itching to do it again
And pleading someone help
HELP! ! ! PLEASE! ! ! HELP! ! !
You don’t wanna be like this forever
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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I Must Rid Myself Of Clutter
I feel cluttered by the junk accumulated in my brain
And I feel this great desire to recover my creativity again
And to rid myself of the shackles of my negativity
Change your thinking and change your World and change my thinking and change me.
Years of worrying about little worrying is a waste of time
And feeling envious of my betters and condemning them in rhyme
I am well beyond the fifty and still close to poverty
Negative thoughts only cause clutter and in a rose a weed you see.
If you gobble with the turkeys with the birds you cannot fly
And to tell yourself you are perfect is to tell yourself a lie
And to rid yourself of clutter is to set your thinking free
You will see a different World and look at others differently.
Negativity, greed and envy I must cast all of these away
And be less critical of others and not hurt them in what I say
Change your thinking and change your World still so happens to be true
And never too late to make changes and to start once more anew.
When I look into the mirror I can see my hair is gray
And I keep on telling myself I looked younger yesterday
We can change our way of thinking we are what we want to see
If I see myself as younger I can see a younger me.
I must rid myself of clutter it is never too late to change
Though many of those who know me may see me as someone strange
Do my bit for self awareness and to my life bring harmony
I can only change the World if I start by changing me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Bullets
Walking around I hear the earth seekihng relief
I'm trying to find a reason to live
But the mindless clutter my path
Oh these thorns in my side
I know I have something free
I have something so alive
I think they shoot cause they want it
I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that's dead
[Chorus]
Look at me... look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head
I'm my lifetime when I'm disgraced
By jealousy and lies
I laugh aloud 'cause my life
Has gotten inside someone else's mind
Look at me...look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Hey all I want is what's real
Something I touch and can feel
I'll hold it close and never let it go
Said why...why do we live life
With all this hate inside
I'll give it away 'cause I don't want it no more
Please help me find a place
Somewhere far away I'll go and you'll never see me again
song performed by by Creed from Weathered
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A Packrat
Storing this,
And storing that.
Why be such
A packrat?
Clutter here,
And clutter there.
Piles of clutter
Everywhere.
Furniture, clothes,
Boxes, beads:
Stuff you don’t
Even need.
Always on a
Shopping spree,
But naught canst thou
Take with thee.
©
poem by Walterrean Salley
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All Mixed Up
Im all mixed up, Im all mixed up about,
All mixed up about you
And no I cant find no reason
To explain the way that I feel
I remember things being clearer
At one t ime things were more real
Im all mixed up, Im all mixed up about,
All mixed up about you
Im not lookin for sympathy
Im just frightened by this apathy
Like footsteps way in back of me
On a narrow street of stone
And if time will answer all questions
Then perhaps a film will be shown
Everyone could mail-order tickets
Yeah, you could sell a lot of shirts
For the last picture show
Im all mixed up, Im all mixed up about,
All mixed u p about you
song performed by by Tom Petty
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