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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                





Copyright © Shanity Rain

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Code Red: Army of Gods

She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
 
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
 
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
 
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
 
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
 
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above

Copyright © Criss Jami

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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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The Business Plan

We started out with a Business Plan that was truly in DEMAND
Even though a lot of people did not really understand
We must keep our thought's as one and work together 
The both of us will not allow anyone to let our vison shatter
We are working hard from the bottom to the top 
And that's all we can SAY ......
Because we  know we will reach there and apperiate our GREAT reward one day

Copyright © Cathy Holmes

Details | Concrete | |

DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

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Logistics - A parody of a certain delivery company's television advert, to the tune That's Amore

Yes we don’t give a toss,
If your package is lost,
That’s logistics,
If it’s broken or bent,
Or has multiple dents,
That’s logistics,
If it’s fragile and breaks,
It was not our mistake,
That’s logistics,
Well you were not at home,
So we sent it to Rome,
That’s logistics!

So incredibly late,
That it’s gone out of date,
That’s logistics,
We don’t know where it went,
Are you sure it was sent?
That’s logistics,
Your parcels we’ll stash,
But we’ll still take your cash,
That’s logistics,
What an item on time?!
Oh no wait, it’s not mine,
That’s logistics!


Copyright © Sharon Smith

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My Boss And I

When I take a long time,I am slow,
When my boss takes a long time he is thorough.
When I don't do it I'm lazy,
When my boss doesn't do it he's busy.
When I do something without being told I'm trying to be smart,
When my boss does the same,that is initiative.
When I please my boss I'm apple-polishing,
When my boss pleases his boss,he's co-operating.
When I do good,my boss never remembers,
When I do wrong, he never FORGETS!!

Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR

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Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.

Copyright © Funom Makama

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Remembering those days

Remembering those days

I’m remembering those days
That I’d be there on that stage
Blowing a storm on the old blues harp
Oh man, I used to rage
Some said that I was the best
And I loved that ego boost
So I would wail those blues notes out
All hanging kind of loose.

The folk would come and buy me drinks
And praise me up a bit
And I would smoke the wacky baccy
Oh man, I really loved it
And then I’ get so bloody soulful
I’d forget just where I was
My eyes all closed my body swaying
Like a man completely lost.

Sometimes I’d open up my eyes
And folk were standing there
All their dancing stopped by me
With people everywhere
Just watching me the way I played
Entrancement on their dials
Then afterwards they’d buy me beer
And everyone was smiles.

But then I’d get stuck in the booze
And my head would start to spin
And with my big, loud cockney mouth
I’d raise a lot of din
Always got myself in trouble
Cause boy I loved me grog
I guess I’ve settled down a bit
Life’s really tamed this dog.










Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Forceful But Impartial

I've never been accused of not
Speaking my mind,
Though my intent has never
Been to berate;
Often from my tone, others
Think me unkind,
Because often it's been said
I intimidate;

I'm often like a teapot letting
Off some steam,
And others may not embrace
Things I've said;
I'll never bottle things up until I
Need to scream,
Nor be forced into things for which
I have dread;


I've heard it said of me, 
"You may not like the things he says,
but you have to like the fact that he'll tell you to your face"








Copyright © Tom Wright

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fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...

Copyright © Amy Kramer

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As The Road

Outside the group that's outside the box
seeing inside the outside Im shocked
how you shape our fate as it knocks
on imaginations and what they concoct

My dream craves standards, but they take work
here efforts actualize ideals
tough labors haunt tall morals that lurk
conscience yielding obsession's appeals

Then I want to want like I need
I want to make like I eat
and overgrow like a weed
lead the way as the street

Chance is the string in front of the cat
you wiggle it and they start to hunt
powerless to hope, now a door mat
contours the form of fantasy's brunt

My dream yearns for spirit's fruition
This needs my best and the will to provide
Then integrity tugs ambition
then my drive to succeed won't subside

And I want to want like I need
I want to make like I eat
and over grow like a weed
lead the way as the street

Outside the outside wants inside the inside
thirst and honor feeds the ride
swallow and beg with my mouth open wide
for virtue to lead the way of the guide

Copyright © Richard Bates

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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.

Copyright © Mike Conway

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Gerkey's Jerky

There's a teacher named Gerkey. He sells lots of jerky. If you won't pay, he'll send you away, and you won't get jerky form Gerkey.

Copyright © Ryan Vaterlaus

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her toys are his

He lurks in the evening 
his black polished car 
the driver can say nothing 
he knows this and goes far 
into the very world 
he is so against 
he calls her up at night 
and pays with our expense 
she comes with a bag of toys 
reserved only for the players 
only for the ones 
who can afford to pay her 
and when the morning comes 
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet 
of the night before
he does this every week 
and everything is free 
because he has a pen 
in which he writes it off 
again at our expense 
a hotel stay for business 
is a night of pleasure 
when you are the one 
people call the governor.

Copyright © Amy Kramer

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unnecessary chains

driving home
another late shift 
work long hours just 
to make dues
when the money I received 
gets paid back to you. 
lurking in the shadows
a man that has no soul
looking for ways to make
them like him more
his face is fresh I speak the truth
but justice isn't there...
all he cares is bonuses they set for him 
to slayer. 
corruptness lies where there is debt
and in our debt lies chains
the ones who say we're free are lame to think
its not a game. 
a joke, lies go up in smoke
as he goes home, with his bonus, alone.
wishing his dick was a little bigger. 
wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves
the man he took away. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
Unnecessary Chains. 
his fresh robotic face
a disgust to the human race.

Copyright © Amy Kramer

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Tacoma Truck Stop Blues


Trucking down from Canada, through Northwest America.
Feeling every lonesome mile, you can rest in just awhile.
Southwest of Seattle town, there’s a place where you sit down,
Drinking, trying hard to lose those Tacoma truck-stop blues.

“Better get back on the road, ‘hope your senses are not slowed,
Too much beer is in your head, clear your brain or you’ll be dead.
Drinking coffee when you drive, singing songs to keep alive,
Maybe they can help you lose those Tacoma truck-stop blues.

Make believe you love the life, leave your children, leave your wife,
Leave those other trucks behind, hear that diesel sound unwind.
Waitresses and wives agree:  truckers only think they’re free;
Driving fast but you can’t lose those Tacoma truck-stop blues.

Copyright © Steve Eng

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Witless Witness

Lets get down to business,
Imma bout to quit this as God as my witness,
Coming back from class, in one of my civics
The next tree I see, Sh*t I think ,I'm gonna hit this
But my stick shift did not shift, now i sit in ditches 
this is 600 dollars that I don't have to fix this
I guess I'd admit this, cause I'm done with sickness
Of the mind, see I've been, out of mine,
Half an hour, in the shower,
Praying some evil power,
Doesn't come through my spine,
Looking like Bill Cowher,
As I cower from the scour,
Like a clam becoming chowder,
I'm a coward devoured,
By all these damn thoughts,
That keep getting louder,
Burns like whiskey sour, 
So pale, I went from me being green,
To cauliflower.

Copyright © Mike Conway

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A Whore in Central Park

One night in Central Park
Was a love that I embarked.
Of the moments I've endured,
I've never been so sure
Of what may compare to that boathouse,
'Cause when I looked into her eyes,
I saw a faint surprise
A moral hiding out.

Once upon a time, I loved.
Once it ended with a shove,
I found justice by the pond,
Already grown quite fond
Of somewhere I knew I would be,
'Cause when I looked into her eyes,
I came to realize
I had another need.

By the water, she took me there
With sweet spells in her hair.
Echoes of loose words she said
Rang in my head,
Deep in my head.
There was no way I could doubt her
When she asked for fifty dollars,
Everybody has some kind of fee.
She took my heart,
She took my money,
Then she took me.

In one night in Central Park,
I loved her in the dark,
And when I finished, I implored
I had something in store;
I told her I was wealthy,
And when I looked into her eyes
I came to realize
She had another need.

Butterflies filled me at first
And as she reached into her purse
I still felt our lives had begun,
I felt so young
Till I saw her gun.
I knew my dreams would not unfold
I had simply dug a hole
And once I fell in too deep,
She took my heart,
She took my money,
Then she took me.

There was no way I could doubt her
As she robbed me of my power;
Everybody has some kind of fee.

Copyright © Mike Frampton

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Oh Mr. Bernanke!

Oh Mr. Bernanke
Are we going to have that Rate-cut today?
Aha, you are the candy-man
Could wave your wand
Make the dying Market stand.

Ah, but it ain’t working anymore
The Market is a falling man
Oh Mr. Bernanke
You wave your wand
But it’s fallen over the stands!

Oh Mr. Bernanke
Swayed the Market just your own way!
But banks aren’t making money
The cuts to them are one too many
Candy-man, the Market won’t stand!

Got my only heifer and sacrificed
At the altar of Dow and Nasdaq, paid a high price
The Dow, oh it fell through the Year’s low
Now here I come, Candy-man
Look through your store
We need something more!

Copyright © Dennisa Davidson

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Fill Her Up

1.) you let me climb the mountain

you let me plant the my pole

you gave me the freak

deep down in my soul

(SING:to car dealer)

hook:

so take me slow

and ride me fast

change it up

its going to need some

gas! (in car)

2.) you made it simple

you made it fun

you made me feel

more than, I was the One

hook:

so take me slow

and ride me fast

change it up

its going to need some

gas!

3.) so! don't push the breaks

don't stop for gas

ride it up

till we've completely out of gas  

hook:

so take me slow

and ride me fast

change it up

its going to need some

gas!

aka: lyricvixen

Copyright © verlecia fields

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Someone, Someday

It’s so hard to start
It’s so hard to finish
It feels as if all that you've accomplished will someday be diminished 
And it won’t matter if you become somebody some day
Because someone will easily take your place 
Steal your ideas 
And make a living off you, THEIR way

It’s sad but true
Every mutha f**ka 
Will take a piece of your mind
and will somehow ultimately f**k you

not physically but mentally
making you think 
you’re not one of a kind
their getting all the fame 
while everyone leaves you behind

leaving you to feel like a failure 
people telling you to talk to God, 
he’ll have the answer

I pray, looking up at the ceiling
Hoping he’ll will give me a reason….
To keep going on with my life and my ideas
But all I’m left with are clones of my feelings
Washed up on canvases with some else’s fake veneers 

Copyright © Jolly Figs

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working ants chant

Working ants chant! 
(abridged) 		
I am a sunrise solution
I am a sunrise solution
	
I chase clients
Like a go-getter Following comfort crumbs
With promised dalliance anthem
With legwork related resolution
That set everything in motion	
I am sunrise solution		
I am sunrise solution


	

Copyright © anil khanna

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Bed Business Betrayal

You were everything I prayed against you to be.
You peddled your rhymes on Friday nights,
You sold your soul and your creative rights.
But the only one who saw the change was me. 

I feel your grip loosen and you’ve started to slip,
They consume you in the midnight hour,
Your dirty knees show that you’ve lost all power.
But I still reach out, I can see through your quip.

Your betrayal has now climaxed, and to it’s easiness you heed.
Your eyes can see only hatred and pain,
So as their whore you will forever remain.
But my eyes see the everlasting promise, the one you didn’t need.

Copyright © Lyndsay Dupont

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I'm Not in Love?

I'm Not in Love? Or I'm Not in Love? Or I'm Not in Love? 
(A very sweet song, do you remember it from the late 1970s 10CC?)
It appears that we can never distinguish between
'The Beat' and 'The Beast'
'Love' and 'Lust'
'Love' and 'SEX' or 
Venus? and Mars?…
I must say, 'Ambiance' I prefer to 'The Beat' 
Most times 
But lack of 'Ambiance' leads to 
'Lust' for 'The Beat'; or 'Beast' 
Or both?
Abstinence my friend would put the music business out of action!
For example, I abstained from listening to Roxy – 
Did they sing 'Come on Eileen'?
Or were they the backing group for Bryan Ferry?…
Anyway, they disappeared –
…too many people were abstaining to buy!? 
Yeah?
Yeah.
But really – what are Love Songs?
Anyway…
Hey you, I need a Friend', 
But don't bend, cos, we both are bro, u, u, thers
Looks to me like what some call the evolution of the species 
(homosexuality - it's on its second round!)
…is really not good (oh oh, oh oh,)
For males; cos females have both genitalia in the embryonic state 
and via the process of evolution will turn into 
Androgynous beings…
Oh dear, where would the music business be then? –
Eh, eh, 
Full of Androgynous clones?
Or
Erogenous zone, oh ohnes…
Or Bowie 'Comin out' he/s clo oh onez (David was the only he/she I know who 
went from 'he/s' to 'he' rather than 'she'?) I love him so very much!
Oh yeah...
If you turn this page on its side, the lines resemble an electronic lie detector or 
an electronic heart beat monitor printout? I can't distinguish between neither of 
these either. You should 'Go Ask Alice'.

Copyright © Angela Lisle

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SIDE LINED (naga-uta form)

over qualified
redundant and out of work,
too old to fit in -
downtown,it is pouring down,
the umbrella's in the hall

Copyright © Brian Strand

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WD-40

WD-40
(jingle)
By Franklin Price
6/9/2015

WD-40 an excellent lube
Sprayed from a can
Not squeezed from a tube
Frees rusted screws
And bicycle chains 
Cleans up the tracks
Of old model trains
So much more
WD-40 can do
I think you will find
It's a great lube for you

Copyright © Franklin Price

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Truth Is vol II

This world, is full of full lies and half truths, it's the American dream right but this dream wasn't about you, everything is recycled pure hearts getting used, assassination plots on ya life if ever you refuse, to do what they tell you whoever said that the president was in power, didn't they conspire to bring down the towers, it's crazy how in this country we so easily deceived, yet when approached with the truth so slow to believe, but all I see is false prophets, just a bunch of dim lights plugged into the wrong socket, so when you uncover what's undercover you don't see the flash whenever that camera shudders, the church says we're all sisters and brothers under the same government but tell me why should govern myself to the laws of political figures only play pawns, and they don't honor the King come on let's keep it real, the church is a business but yet you kept our missionaries and martyrs out the deal, forget that building your business is wicked how the Pastor rolling around in a Royce but it's children dying everyday from starvation and sickness, Yeah I know it's sickening the very thing Jesus didn't want the church to be, that's what y'all made it into the money blinded your vision so it's tainted you see, don't blame me I just got call it how it is, so don't you dare call me brother but plot against my demise with loose lips

Copyright © Tahir Hashim Zulu

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Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?

Copyright © K.C. Moonshine

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The Noblest Career

James 3: 12 and Proverbs 15:1 have been paraphrased here in the following 
poem. You are invited, dear reader, to kindly read those Bible verses before or 
after reading this poem.

Teaching might be the noblest career;
But it has its dangers, in its rear.

Saint James warned us about this great trend,
That we might not fall before and bend

To worship some regretful mistake.
“How can the same source of water take

Pure sweet water and make it bitter? ”
In slanders every single letter

Causes the fire of hatred to grow;
But a kind answer frees and lets go!

For teaching is the noblest career;
But it has its danger, in its rear.

Copyright © Laila Fares