that our lieders could not to live forever.
You just imagine
what happened our world for
if our immortal comrades
might electing himself
handred and handred times
Only think, dear,
what happenned around,
if our national leader
will create innumerous tandems,
constitutions and rules
for legitimace eternal presidency,
in the memory of generations and generations,
as a superman and superstar
on the various horses,
on the countless planes and jets
in the countless submarins,
on the countless Siberian rivers
with naked proudly torse
in present time
(and naked soul and batress on future retrospect)
on the spacerships and warships,
on the fares corner of space,
with sombrero on head
and without it
on the wing of Saturn,
as a golden giant stature
in the deserts of Asia,
and so on, so on
your exellency and your majesty,
till the completely crackdown
Thank you, my Lord
for sharp limitation
such maddening plays
from our rulers.
wet behind the ears
soldiers screwed beyond their years
displaced from their “Barbies and Babies”
KILL ‘EM ALL!
programmed to forget
about what ifs
SEEK AND DESTROY!
when deployed, "Boy go!"
Erase your youth
now you’re real damn men!
geddem’ G.I. JOE!
the present is your rifle
so don’t blink about the past
enemies are better dead
so spray them AK’s fast
grab the phone and tell your Mom
you’re comin’ home insane (or in a box)
like our boys in Vietnam!
When we felt free
We felt alive
We hugged and kissed
Rejoiced in freedom
Rejoiced and sung
Songs of freedom
As skeptics talked
But he walked on high
And touched the sky
He loved and he gave
The spirit of the brave
He forgave and reconciled
A sad and battered child
He gave us hope
He gave us life
He freed us from our thoughts of strife
He crossed the divide
Of crossword puzzle blocks
And gave us the clues
- We threw down our rocks
But here we are now
Tectonic plates crash on our brow
Where is the hope gone?
Where is the future that we had won?
As we slipped from meritocracy
To simple mediocrity
We look around
And all we found
Was our hopes dashed
Dashed to the ground
Our children suffer, forlorned
Whilst louts with shovels shovel the gold
Of our future that was pawned
For the few our future was sold
And as the fat asses
Roam around in masses
Eating the hay that was made when the sun still shone
Eating the food that the cattle had won
But brayingly they still prance around
Relishing in their new wealth found
As the baby dies hungry and cold
And the baby is buried in hallowed ground
Remember back in ninety-five
When we all felt thrilled –
Remember the victory songs
Of how we would right the wrongs
But now we wrong the right
As for gold and wealth we fuss and fight
And in his cold and lonely grave
As his long road
At his grave
Or is he heartless?
Want living in free Ukraine?
Show the strongest intention for that.
From long stretched gloomy past
to the brilliant future merciless cast
your half stoned country and nation.
Go ahead without stoppages and setbacks,
even if Putin gave you 20 billion backs
for returning back
in resurrecting USSR.
Go ahead, mister Yanukovich
in EuroUnion, not be crazy,
run away from dying areas
where reigned guilty comrades, thieves,
cleptocrats and robbers in power and legitimacy.
But criminals and their strong lieder
have own laws,
means and measures for the pressure
much more strong
compare with European asking and rules
on the doubting members and satellites,
who want go away from control
to freedom and independence.
It’s not a simple task,
to quench with the guilty past,
if you cannot for future
you half rotten country and criminals live and presidency
unleashed all previous ties and lings.
Go ahead, mister Yanukovich,
and you shall have save
together with Ukraine
the Russian Federation
so jealous now
for your country and its choice,
from trap of dictatorship and stagnation.
ODE – NEDERLAND’S CHANT
Dutch greetings we say…
Dutch greetings we say,
in the land of Friesland today.
Home is our joy.
Logical people and not emotional we are.
Expressive are our thoughts.
Call us opinionates, if you want.
Dutch greetings we say to all!
It was time for the New York Residential Division contract to be renewed
but the Realty Advisory Board desired the members to get screwed
that wanted the members to give some of their benefits back
but 32BJ leadership stayed focus and on track
so on and on and on the bargaining talks did go
but the union refused to have any give backs nor accept the word no
we don't bend over, we don't back up and we sure as hell don't back down
our President Michael Fishman and his team stood their ground
it came down to the wire and neither side would concede or give in
until we had a rally with 10,000 plus members and called on our political friends
and at the midnight hour the new agreement went into effect
32BJ's leadership got the members exactly what they'd expect
they kept all 10 of their contractual sick days
and no percentage of their healthcare do they have to pay
they will get a raise in all four of the contract's years
and there will be no hiring system on a level that is two-tiered
VICTORY for 32BJ the union that never backs down
VICTORY for the New York Residential Division
HOW SWEET THE SOUND
Sons and Daughters
Sons and Daughters
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our
Sons and Daughters
The nation is thrown into grief.
Our national flag is flying at half mast.
Everyone is wearing a sack cloth.
The dangling axe fell on us.
And the mighty has fallen.
Our hearts are filled with dread,
And our eyes as heavy as lead.
Nigeria, Africa’s number one soccer nation,
Has been given a run for their money by the Ghanaians.
Culminating our early exit from the African nations cup.
The green and white jersey that we adore,
Have been dragged in the mud.
These are not the Eagles we have been celebrating.
Or are these Eagles suffering from bird flu,
That they cannot glide.
Their spirit was willing but their flesh were weak.
When we were young, we were strong,
Now we’ve grown but we are weak.
The reputation that took us years to build,
Have been destroyed over night.
Because we went to fetch water with a basket.
The baby has been thrown away with the baby water.
The Midas touch we used to have have been used on us,
Because we could not strike while the iron was hot.
The hunter has been hunted.
And we have fallen from frying pan to fire.
Football has kept us together as a nation for many years.
The Ghanaians has put a knife on what kept us together.
And we have fallen apart.
Once beaten, twice shy.
We hide our faces in shame.
No one is to be blamed.
What is sauce for the goose is also sauce for the gander.
Every dog has its own day and it was not our day.
A soldier lives to fight another day.
And never says never because quitters are losers.
The big question is,
Shall our bones rise again?
Or have we withered like the cursed fig tree.
Only the bowel of time will Tell.
you've taken my husband away,
I want him back
our soliders try to help your country
we want you to be like us "free"
your people are causing problems
because they want their lifestyle
the way of old
some of your people want to be controlled
other people want to be like us, you see
with few laws and otherwise "free"
your country continues violence
while our country morns in silence
taking away people close to us
your country is causing a lot of fuss
please let the problems go
let our soilders come home,
things will flow,
your country will grow
become a better place
if you let differences go
Buddy Cianci! He’s
the people’s mayor!
“That shark! Haha!
Reminds me of my opponents over the years!”
He dances with the old folks!
He kisses the pig!
He poses with the married couple!
He lets no crack appear in his façade
even on the day his lover of nine years
is married in Barbados!
He is impregnable!