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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3426 | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 5:31:23 PM | Lawyers spit the fat and chew
Not knowing what they do to who
Caring not for you nor I
Spitting garbage through the sky
Little kids afraid of ghosts
And vampires and demon hosts
Should never have to wake at night
From Lawyer's meals and their fright | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 5:32:04 PM | [oops! beat me to it render]
From Lawyer's meals and their fright
Parasites..who portray the right
Mostly impotent little clones
Enflaming cases to pay for their homes
The longer they make it all draw out
The more their clientelle go without
A vested interest in every letter
Not renowned for making it better | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3428 | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 5:42:46 PM | Not renowned for making it better
My lawyer wrote me a letter
Said off to work you go
It is me you owe YOU OWE!!!
As I whisper sweet devines
She bocks at...then declines
Oh where did I get this glass
Wine and dine my lawyers ass | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3430 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 2/29/2008 5:48:36 PM | Oh my god. I can't stop laughing...
Wine and Dine my lawyer's ass
Is it the lawyer, or another mule?
Either way, I look more like a jackass
than he does
Should I find some time
I'll tell him off, the dirty swine
but my time is not my own
It is his. | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 10:42:42 PM | Admired by only you
Does anyone of us have a clue
What lies beyond the great divide
Of life when love subsides
Mixed emotions among the masses
Are not subservient to the classes
Onward, upward on the wings of the wind
Our spirits guided swiftly by our sin | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 11:30:54 PM | *shudder* God I hope not!
Our spirits guided swiftly by our sin
A downward spiral letting darkness in
With breath of freedom raise your eyes and shout
Its honesty that is and always was what its about
If seek ye death in life then seek ye life in death?
And what if the stories have got it wrong
And life been lived like death then death in death
Thats one hell of a risky old song
[someone bring back the lawyers! lol] | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 12:24:29 AM | Thats one hell of a risky old song
The case of a lawyer gone wrong
Neglect of a child and mommy went wild
Now she dances to a different song
Her lawyer sucks smoke through a bong
Assures her shes right and not wrong
Court in a day mommy you better pray
Thats minus the short from the long | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 6:34:54 AM | minus the short from the long
with more than seven in the song
does it belong in this family hour
will too much info pucker and sour
the lawyers may drain your life
relieve or cause that well of strife
like a knife slice through Swiss cheese
a mind can clear as quick as a breeze | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 6:55:20 AM | a mind can clear as quick as a breeze
i take to that thought with such ease
breathe deeply in and then smile out
that's what it's all about!
oh, i do so take live seriously
and must remember what i please
worrying never relieved the pain
living is what i want to do again | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 7:16:42 AM | Living is what I want to do again
When I finish paying Uncle Sam
And once again a lawyer in a jam
Running scared and on the lamb
Disguised himself as a woman in red
After cops pumped him full of lead
Barely able to walk but not nearly dead
Oh Lord, I need a bed to lay my head | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 7:41:38 AM | Oh Lord, I need a bed to lay my head
Dang lawyers got me way in the red
As he said to me ten G's retainer fees
It will be a case closed no brainer please
I stand before the judge who looked like
A big old cow trudging and chewing cud
Hands down my sentence stamped in blood
Your going to jail there is no bail...Spud | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 7:57:49 AM | You're going to jail there is no bail ... Spud
Within a cell you'll have to dwell ... Bud
Until you've paid the debt you've made ... Pal
You'll have to languish in prison's anguish ... Gal
Hear my woe no place to go
Everything jars behind these bars
Take pity on me and set me free
I'm feeling bereft with ten years left | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 8:44:56 AM | I'm feeling bereft with ten years left
Grown three whiskers in my cleft
It's oh so really bleak and simple
Now I eat candy it gives me pimples
It's gratitude so plain and clear
My lawyers outburst got me here
He is so rich and I am so poor
Next time I see him I will slam the door | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 8:46:36 AM | I'm feeling bereft with ten years left
what ever am I going to do?
My mind plays over the rules
All the dos and don'ts learned from school
Don't buy the dope
Do, make friends with the tough one
If she wants your food ... give it to her
Don't drop the soap ...
 
next time I see him I will slam the door
in his face, to my disgrace
ten years I'll have to think of a way
retrieve my money from that lieing
stinking Lawyer, who had me convinced
there was nothing to worry about
yet he's outside the fence ... doesn't even bother to write
and I'm stuck here in my plight | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 12:53:45 PM | Can't remember where though
Forgetful memories a blessing
Like crumbled paper ... we throw it away
garbage ... hauled off to a landfill
Enough trash to make a hill
Cover the trash with Mother Earth
She'll swallow it down
and keep it close to her hearth. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3444 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/1/2008 1:25:20 PM | Keep it close to her hearth
Wipe the tears from her eyes
Stroke her cheek, brush back her hair
Kiss her goodnight and guard her sleep
Forever watchful, shining knight
Take up your sword and steel your soul
For in her lies the dormant love
That dragons sing and long for | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 4:20:24 PM | That dragons sing and long for
not always a distant shore
more like a love from within your heart
like a glove fitted well for its part
start your engin to get back in the race
feel the warm sun lighting up your face
race like hell to the end of the line
eventually everything will have its time | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 4:53:16 PM | eventually everything will have it's time
you'll have your cake, then the icing from mine
we'll wine and dine, relax for a day
before hiking up the mountain of "have it my way"
i'll say what i need said to get you to start
you'll wind up the wisdom with some words to impart
we'll wheel and deal, have enough left for one
take the kickbacks from the lackluster gun | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 5:14:06 PM | Nice one Render 
take the kickbacks from the lackluster gun
bullets fly free and the violent have won
a man with a sword faces enemies square
face to face his intentions are bare
cowards send bullets from places of hiding
stifling giggles and dark horses riding
warrior spirit stands tall in the open
while cowards in huddles are just barely copin | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 5:19:10 PM | take the kickbacks from the lacklust gun
like firing blanks at a fireworks stand
no explosions but watch em run
lookin fer cover in a desolate land
scurrying rabbits get caught in the trap
purity and innocence become impaled
daddys little girl painted like a vamp
lust, angst, and hunger wept into the grail
(oops ya beat me to the punch jax. g1) | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3449 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/1/2008 5:32:18 PM | while cowards in huddles are just barely copin
and women and children are all full of hopin'
the knights of the sword went into the fray
yet none have come back, to this very day
lust, angst, and hunger wept into the grail
for no one had known that the quest would fail
masses were held o'er each empty grave
the knights are gone, long live the brave
I wanted to post using both of the last two posts, since salty's kind of got skipped... 
Thanks salty!  | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 5:48:14 PM | Nice ones guys! And thanks for picking up the line Render :)
the knights are gone, long live the brave
the dark ones huddle in yards of the grave
promises made to the following flock, empty wishes
full to overflowing meals of glory and of power, empty dishes
into darkness ride the souls once gripped by bloody thought
failure stamped upon their brow though hosts amany sought
now is the time to pay the piper, the once whose dance you chose
he always was the master, of the writing of your prose | |
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