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Cheap Trick Turnabout

I want you to want me
           only want me when you get to decide

I need you to need me
           are independent and don't need anyone by your side

I love you to love me
           love me one day and not the next

I'm begging you to beg me
                    .....the concept of begging leaves you perplexed


You now want me
                   ..... I found someone new who wants to be with me all the time

You now need me
          needs are now fully met, I'm now blissfully sublime

You now love me
                   .....I found someone that loves me truly every day

You now beg me
                    .....a little too late is all I have to sadly say

Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013

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Alpha Bet Cap Cha

Alpha Bet Cap Cha

Just twenty six letters of the english language to whit
twisted in various & sundry combinations pit
this bull dog of a canonical wordsmith with true grit
to craft bone a fide filigreed grammatical parts of speech fit
together against their verbose will
   akin to arranged marriage or prominent zit
upon smooth complexioned face
   best lanced with strong arm and first aid kit
lest said unsightly blemish rent asunder
   and erupt like mount vesusius lava
   that appeared never to quit
until plugged by humungous corkerasp*- 
   made by one anthropocentric brit
seeking to escape from the madding crowd
   and return of native sun within his hermitage
   where rays of warmth could barely viz it.
Lemme explain the essence of a corkerasp!

whenever constipation a pain in the ass
just maneuver this lightweight metal contrivance made of brass
no matter if anybody considers this action crass

apply corkscrew motion up the alimentary canal to remove waste
which most likely will be thick like petrified paste
stuck deep inside bowels of sphincter muscles and solidly encased

causing severe cramps within lower gastrointestinal tract
inducing one to wince nonstop from being fecal matter packed
and no amount of primal groaning doth loose this hard fact

nor does imagery of freed turd
   ease anal plight, no laughing matter despite how absurd
   squeezing does nothing even applying all inner might

thus necessary to incorporate un-natural intervention to un-clog
rectal blockage + uncomfortable bloating swelling anus the size of a hog
disabling bare derriere ease to stand let alone jog
yet tis essential per extricating what feels like one swallowed a log
which could  presage demise of sufferer, whereby epitaph 
   twill induce impossible eulogy 
   spoken in the language where tongues wag in prague

every ounce of effort required to bend
over gingerly affixing plunger end of device to business of rear end
best accompanied with close companion or friend
this dirty deed done dirt cheap trick will ideally rend
rock solid excrement to roll and crash 
   (on par traversing highway to hell) sound send

upon bathroom floor
possibly inducing seismic waves less or more
whereby toilet bowl water will pour
over the sides akin to white caps near sea shore
without doubt making gluteus maximums extremely sore!

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2016

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Penelope Alecknavage

Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - 
   November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years - instead met crossway
where grim reaper awaited - though my mum sought to delay
futility to accept Pyrrhic outcome - homage pep rally
   thru poetry n essay
writing, and finding cadence of words 
   helps me (with powder milk biscuits) 
   gather courageous foray
   and means to grapple with demise 
   of a loved one, and hence my gray
matter sifts thru childhoods' end, 
   where remembrance of hooray
amidst claque of chattering aunts, cousins, and uncles
   the fuzzy interplay
of Penny racing at dog speed across lawn of family home
   cordoned off via a jackstay
looms in forefront of my mind, 
   vulnerable to grief most people sad - me, oh kay,
reckons cessation of life = equalizer of sorts
   when significant person without breath doth lay
Tom foolery deft hands of motley crue prestidigitation 
   playing game versus sobbing as corpse 
   driven to graveside viz motorway,
where belief at such stark catastrophe - nay
numbness pervades next of kin survivors
   especially when passing occurs pre-holiday,
yet no matter whence one departs 
   bobbing along River Styx to unreachable quay
mourning iz broken with nary sunny and Cher full ray
to warm earth, wind and fire - seeking soul asylum, 
   trying to blink away ill logic cheap trick re: acceptance, 
   but inxs of tears for fears begs scene 2b screenplay
   not hard rocking coldplay accursed reality
   terminal illness ushers helplessness cuz part of ourselves 
   agonizingly rent asunder, which psychic tearaway 
far exceeds any physical pain, and will underlay
the immediate future, which bodes hollow 
   with the sounds of silence
   despite informing musicians or veejay
to lighten moody blue - 
   boot invariably bono fide, green day, 
   Lady gaga emitting beat,
   per the human league (plus the culture club 
   of heart felt village people affiliated with goo goo doll    
   traversing into nirvana) 
   creates clangorous discordant ringing 
   increasing nostalgia for loved one lost before yesterday!

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2016

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Night Life Death Day

Heard them preaching from their pews
As you glanced up at the clock
That there’s safety found in numbers
So you’re following the flock

Into clubs and bars and bedrooms
Gone by morning, leave no trace
Work the night shift nine to five
Got to keep up with the pace

Body swinging like a pocket watch
It’s amateur hypnosis 
Every cheap trick in the book
For a positive prognosis 

The dancefloor throws a pulse
Creeps up stems through marching feet 
Propaganda screaming lose yourself 
But don’t get in too deep
A creed of contradictions
Heard you chant it in your sleep
Feel your body lose momentum
Trade your soul to feel complete

Electric halflight, static darkness
Sticky glasses, sticky hands
The struggle for debauchery 
That etiquette demands

Smoke and mirrors, dull reflection
Face is blurred, your skin is wet
No time for introspection
What you see is what you get

Less is more and more is less
I see London, I see France
Forced invitation, insincere declination
Thanks, but I’m just here to dance

A creed of contradictions
Heard you chant it in your sleep
Propaganda screaming lose yourself
But don’t get in too deep
Well tell me how it feels
Things you held sacred sold so cheap
Baby, time to grow a backbone
Lose the crawl and find your feet

Yeah so find yourself spine
Before you find you’re in too deep

Copyright © Synonym Thesaurus | Year Posted 2009

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Cheap Trick

blowing up pops in my socks 
we think a lot from the beauty that's within 
don't pretend you got magic in your potion 
go to the beach & wear your tanning lotion 
but I got the hook up gee in the land of glee 
getting cheap trick on my stick 
it's the magic wand that we are awful fond 
let the music move you in your mind 
rap isn't for pussy's like you they stick like glue 
old school new school that how I roll 
step the beat up & bust the tempo 
I'm still in control with this mic in my hand 
When will we ever live to understand 
it's a good philosophy to stay in school 
some brothers disagree saying not too cool 
yet they are phonies been tripping on their wires 
Cheap trick with Kid Quick taking the scene 
living in a land so very mean 
got Trump Comb over in his ivory tower 
homeboy just bust a nut & needs to take a shower 
but a spade is a spade & you ain't nothing better 
got junk in my trunk & it's headed for nasty weather 
loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips 
There is a hero within us all 
can't find them at seven eleven or even at the mall 
so keep your head up high and stand ten feet tall 
music is my melody to bring to the masses 
no one in this life gets by on any free passes

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

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Genetically enhanced monstrosity Doomsday

It seems highly unlikely that Snyder had time to do reshoots after the fan backlash against spoiler-laden trailers. And yet, after virtually giving away the ending of the movie (that Batman and Superman eventually make up and fight Doomsday with Wonder Woman), the film-maker clearly needed a big final plot twist to ensure fans don’t leave the cinema feeling cheated.

That the film pretends to kill off Superman, when we all know Henry Cavill has been cast in both Justice League movies, feels like a really cheap trick. Showing General Zod’s dead body in trailers, by the way, also made it pretty easy to predict that the genetically enhanced monstrosity Doomsday would be based on the dead Kryptonian. OK, the creature also has some DNA taken from a few drops of Lex Luthor’s blood, but really, who cares?

Copyright © James Lennim | Year Posted 2016

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The Arrow and the Bong

I shot an arrow into the sky
It fell to earth, I knew not why
The year was sixteen-forty-three
Before Isaac's discovery

Yet had that arrow fallen where
The infant slept, yet unaware
That arrows, just like apples, fall
The 'why' might have remained unsolved

My point fell safe fortunately
So Isaac gave us gravity
Now you will have to wonder why
This rhyming archer has not died

Perhaps the title does mislead
A cheap trick to increase the reads
At least it rhymes with Henry's 'song'
(But, unlike me)
Both he and Isaac are long gone

Copyright © ben burton | Year Posted 2016

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Noble Macbeth

Noble Macbeth! Perverted by a scheming wife, Oh sorry fate!
So write the critics ,mainly men, but you, Macbeth, and I know better.
She was the fourth witch who brought home the message of the spectral three.
She was the helpmeet of your choosing who spoke out what you dared but think.
Yet noble you were, like Lucifer, lord of the false dawning light,
And proud you were  as he who scorned Creation for being not his.
While they who love continue creation, grow fruitful as the vine,
They who hate are barren, must hate the seeds of life and wish their death.
So with you, the vanquished of Banquo’s seed, whose death was life.
You have one weapon yet, to mock what you cannot beget,
To declare all vain, an illusion, a cheap trick, an idiot’s tale
Though you named “King” do wear the  gilt-rimmed crown, I hear your end’s approach.
I hear the rustling of leaves, and though you hang the  herald of truth
On the gnarled trunk of a dying tree, green leaves and fresh wood advance.
To the hill they come to close you up and cross your vain ambition.
Where died a seed  a plant shall grow whose leaves shall  heal the nations

Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2017

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While Daydreaming About Timepiece Inventors two oh clock

A quick and easy (makeshift, albeit very temporary) 
Cheap Trick would suffice in the interim 
(which might entail many generations) 
to rock a Super Tramp off The Farm. 
Lo and behold a panacea arrived 

in form of Jethro Tull. Beastie Boys 
(more or less marauding hooligan gangs 
comprised of Arctic Monkeys) 
possessed an uncanny verve zeroing 
in on the challenge to enable Crowd

source sing. They designed, hand
crafted, and linkedin all known know
ledge about mathematics and physics. One 
contrivance edged out other equally 
farcical gizmo. Via some lack of clarification 
Badfinger referred both to the longer 
of two needles pointers plus included 

the entire mechanism. Individuals 
would no longer find themselves 
in Dire Straits getting someplace 
with markedly greater accuracy. 

Sooner or later a confluence of 
beginners dumb luck witnessed 
a Motley Crue, whereat brainstorm 
(of course in tandem with consciousness
expanding material) yielded a great 

burst of inventiveness within The 
Human League, though after end
less modifications credit for 
the handy dandy blues clues 
pocket watch allotted 
to a plethora of anonymous minds. 

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017