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Posted: 3/29/2008 7:23:16 PM | hopefully shared with one of these boys
which one will be our favorite toy
to tease and taunt and raise holy hell
the one to ring our chiming bell?
to choose a favorite is just plain insane
they all are much fun at playing our game
so the one i choose is all of them
hope they'll come around and play again.... | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 7:41:53 PM | Hope they'll come around and play again....
Thought you were tired of players
Seems like you changed your mind
OK, Just tell what time and when
So what time for me to show up
I’ll wear my cleanest dirty shirt
No real sharp toys in your bed
Don’t want nobody to get hurt | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 8:51:45 PM | Don't want anyone to get hurt
unless of course that's what your into
then heck, we just might learn something new.
Never know what someone will do.
Live with a person half your life and not know them.
Where did that face come from? Who does she think she is?
Why settle for one and make them miserable
Stay single and make them all happy. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 9:42:45 PM | Question the book written to keep man in check bi-coastly, rebirth for old souls
The former was left out way above and it's fine for the mindless and trolls
The world isn't in Spring time, it's jumped further ahead
No worries about gas prices.. our children aren't being fed
The truth is kept under the gowns on the evening newscast
Who slept with who deters the audience as a daily fast
I'm running out of hope for a country that won't listen
The important things we're losing are in the wrong kitchen | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 11:29:12 PM | The important things we're losing are in the wrong kitchen
but if you aren't willing to vote
there can be no ****ing
no worry about republicans
democrats or libs
no jabs, no spite
no jokes, no matter how glib
make way for the old souls
the time has come
break out the truth
the irony, the rum | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 6:11:09 AM | the irony, the rum
together can be fuel for some...
talking about responsiblity and change
it's only going happen if we all play in this game
we can no longer blame the world for the condition it is in
it's time for us to do something about all this sin
the future now depends on choice we make
let's act wisely now, for goodness sake. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 7:12:32 AM | let's act wisely now, for goodness sake.
Or are we going to wait till it's too late?
Some say it's too late now,
We've seen it coming for awhile.
Give it back to the Indian
Let him win the battle against white men
The dream of child's heart
Problem is, child got left in the dark. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 8:04:32 AM | child got left in the dark
I know it was just for a lark
now its so sad that he has gone mad
from the smell of his own farts
sitter was in the bathroom
not wanting to leave too soon
she started to rub then slipped in the tub
now all we need is a broom | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 10:26:48 AM | Now all we need is a broom
a hat, a cloak, a cat, and the moon.
The time is now, to sweep the night
and gather stars that shine so bright.
A girl; a boy; look up and see
a shimmering blaze loop by the tree!
They shriek with glee and crane their necks,
drawn towards the magic, of the sparkling specks. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 12:47:34 PM | Just see that it rhymes
Senseless chatter of the times
Don't make sense of where you are at
Follow your leader to his false God of Iraq
Love, hope, please kill me soon
I'm living in the wrong platoon
Preachers keep spreading ourr "sinful" ways mostly
Question the book written to keep man in check bi-coastly | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 2:06:07 PM | Question the book written to keep man in check bi-coastly
Did i really hear that the spider is the symbol of mans sin?
Was I walking in the lost worlds, the in-between realms unseen?
Do women really spit poison into there minds before openly speaking?
Are all the wrongs of this world root caused back to men?
Women don’t generally do self sacrifice, but what of compassion form the heart?
They do love and love conquers all, ahh well, I suppose that’s enough.
Oh, I remember now, it was a woman who said;
About the poison and the spider, and the self sacrificing.
But I still don’t know about the compassion, as I’m not a woman, it seems... | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 2:43:59 PM | But I still don't know about the compassion, as I'm not a woman, it seems...
He cried as his words came to haunt him in unfocused reams
Was his mother who gave birth to him, her life's ongoing sacrifice
Yet, the boy-to-man took her body's toll like a roll of the dice
Whenever he wept, was ill or scared, she stood by his bed
Reading him stories to rid him of the voices in his head
His memory faded from all that she did to a poisonous rant
Losing the love she'd instilled while refusing to recant | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 2:49:39 PM | Losing the love she'd instilled while refusing to recant
And so the magpie mage tugged deeply one day
For the question was weightily well put
Requiring a pause and a tightly sealed jaw
Despite the burning of his amber rose pit
Eventually because of his bowls roaring warmth
He eased off and exhaled with a look
That bored crimson hate and the purest foretaste
Through the air and evened the book
With locked tight steeled eyes and the heaviest temple weight
He rotated his pipes end around
And pointed it towards his preys waiting nose
At which point the smoke reached across.
And he said, 'Mother it is a quarter past eight'
His mother recognised the look
She had not seen for some time
Not since he was young and at home in her care
So she responded quite clear with a clip round the ear
And the magpie was completely undone. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 3:29:00 PM | And the magpie was completely undone.
The string broke holding the legs an' wings
Cooking in apple sauce and Island Rum
Now the stuffing is falling out, son of a gun.
"World Class" Magpie an' Apple Sauce Pie
One of my favorite meals I know I can create
or Magpie Stew, well known to a select few
Here at home tonight to impress my date
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Posted: 3/30/2008 4:13:01 PM | Here at home tonight to impress my date
I swung on the lamp shade unclothed like an ape
But shaking her head, she just flipped over a page,
Of some celebrity magazine, unimpressed .
So I read poetry upside down to her,
Whilst doing fifty one handed press-ups,
But shaking her head, she just turned to the crossword.
Saying,
‘what’s starts with a ‘N’ and basically means ‘no chance’. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 4:38:15 PM | What starts with an "N" and basically means "no chance"
She laughed after she gave him a one-over and glance
What part of the "N" or the "O" didn't he understand?
As he hopped naked round the room, trippin' to the band
He was a big monkey, just had no game or banana
She said I hear they grow 'em bigger in Texarcana
Out came the luggage or baggage he'd whined about
She kicked up her heels and left with a gleeful shout | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 4:52:42 PM | She kicked up her heels and left with a gleeful shout
Walking straight into the back of a bus
So busy was she clicking her high heels in retreat
That she had not been looking ahead as she went.
And so her date swung down like tarzan on a chain
Ah-ahh’ing all the way as he swooped
Picking her up off the floor trying not to laugh anymore
Because she had unfortunately lost a front tooth. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 5:13:22 PM | Because she had unfortunately lost a front tooth
As he crawled on bended knee bleeding in a phone booth
She extended to him the chipped and yellowed molar
He'd forgotten he lost not one, but two teeth.. tad bipolar
The cab man lifted her luggage her ex had called baggage
As the poor mate sat in despair and recalled her sexy cabbage
He'd no long be eating her cakes, treats or pies of Eskimo
His head shook, if only he'd treated her as the lady and not a 'ho | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 5:34:51 PM | His head shook, if only
he'd treated her as the lady and not a 'ho
he now knows he lost
as he heads out toward the do
For all he really wanted was love
but in him something forced a condition
so he thought it and said it and
it turned into ammunition | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 6:14:56 PM | it turned into ammunition
the second the words were said
fiery hot & heavy
a aching missive written in red
words said or written in anger
carried such a huge weight
ammunition used or stated
maked the memories disolve in angst | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 11:58:03 PM | My time is not your time you little squid
Said the hefty old docs to the poor patient kid
Little boy said, "I'm not your Bill goat."
"Oh really?" they squinted and opened him by rote
Deep within the chest cavity as the kid screamed
Oozed a lifeline of love's liquid & they got creamed
As the boy died the docs' hearts tipped in their beats
The cells were calling out to the electric seats | |
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