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FALL GUY
by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
FALL GUY
by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
FALL GUY
by curtis futch jr, kurtis scott aka
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I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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Did not take long, they came in a fancy ride
Two young punks, prison tattoos and did not say much
It was hot and I had to stay cool
"Chris, are these the gentlemen from the South side"
"Don't mind me boys, I use this old cane for a crutch"
Wanted to let them know, my Mama did not raised a fool
Like a drug scene out of a movie, I had to think fast
"Hey Old Dude, you want us to get it out"
"No Son, just leave it in the car"
Cold water running through my veins, like a gun fighter in yesterday's past
"Give me a minute, takes me awhile to move about
"Most have caught you a pretty penny for this car"
Both had their right hands at their waist, like ready to draw
The shotgun was in the back seat of the car
"Gentlemen, this a fine piece of artillery"
"But I need the cash and that is the final straw"
"Sorry boys, but that is all that I can do"
"This old hot Sun sure is misery"
I knew that it was stolen or maybe used in a crime
Eye balls don't leave finger prints, never touched it
Cause they were wanting this old white boy for their fall guy
"Sorry men, maybe some other time"
"Got to have some dollars to show a profit:
"So adios, how us old white folks say good bye"
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2010
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I am a successful surgeon
but In reality I am a failure.
For I pay for the company of life.
I pay to be human,
pay for the understanding
that my patients receive for free.
I am the geek in the corner
the wall paper that eyes don’t see.
My bond is with god
for he shows me his creation
and I must correct his mistakes.
Vanity is to say such things
but the sick will come to my door.
They gamble that I could be a saviour
for fear is anointed by hope.
The good and the bad
will sell their convictions.
My hand can cheat
the cards that god dealt,
and my face belongs to
this poker game,
we call life.
I am the fall guy too
who will walk down the corridor to hopeful eyes.
But remember where there is god
the devil exists too
and you will judge me.
For I must bare my soul
in the darkness of defeat
that tells your relatives that I lost.
I failed to grab the hand of life
which held the royal flush
that no player can defeat,
and I will feel your doubts
that perhaps I am not perfect.
In truth I am a glorified mechanic.
I am the surgeon that repairs your vices,
I am the bloody hands that remove your pain.
I can make you beautiful
I can change your heart,
though I need the sacrifice of the departed to help.
And when age threatens your life
money will save the chosen few,
In the illusion of immortality.
Though time will always
be the clown that will laugh at you
Some of you will feed on muesli
and preach of the morning jog.
Others will rely on alcohol and drugs
to take away their pain.
All will believe in immortality,
but decay can always wait for you.
I am the surgeon
Who chose this profession.
I shake the hands of the dead
I receive tributes from the living.
Sanity is a lonely place for me.
My indiscretion is grateful for her apartment
for I need her beauty to take away today
and a shower to wash away mankind.
She removes my pain with love
so I can feel human for one more day.
Sodom and Gomorra’s a small price to pay
for my patients to see
the sun for one more day.
God never gave me good looks
but he gave me a steady hand.
A hand that can caress your heart
for I am a maverick that puzzles god.
In truth I could be a monster,
I will not cry when you die.
Blood is just another day,
though I hate to lose
as all gamblers will tell you.
But who amongst you would care
About a stranger who gives you life.
For in truth even the devil
would make me a hero,
as long as I save a sinners life.
Copyright © steven cooke | Year Posted 2014
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Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What are friends? Are friends someone you can trust? What is trust? What is trusting? I've always asked myself this, but never really answered it... Friends are always something I have struggled with.
How does someone become your friend? Is it an unspoken thing? A mutual agreement? A strive to be popular? Or is it a feeling that everyone has?
Throughout my elementary years I had 6 friends. Brandon, Mattia, Isaac, Matthew, and 2 girls, Emily and Sydney. When I hit 5th grade, Isaac, who was my best friend, moved away.
I had one big problem, people who I saw as friends, weren't really friends. There were a lot of things said behind my back and people would use me as a fall guy.
Onto my dream...
My dreams as a kid, before I trained myself to lucidly dream, were, as far as I knew, real. And to be honest, for the most part I don't know what was a dream and what wasn't...
I remember the new "cool" game to play was ZAP... If you don't know what zap is it is pretty much you put a name on a hand and a time and they can't look at it until that time or they must ask them out. This also happened to be the time the term "gay" had hit my school, so I had a guys name written on my hand. So once I found out what it was I went and washed it all off. so as we went back in class everyone who fell to peer pressure which was pretty much everyone but me got in trouble.
Now I told the teacher I had it at one time but I washed it off at lunch because Iw anted to be honest.... She just said that was the right thing to do.... But everyone started laughing at my calling me gay and such because it was a guys name... So when asked who satarted it someone said ask the gay kid.... Well of course I got blamed with it so I was sent to the principal with not one, but two reasons to be in trouble... I woke... got ready for school, and as I was getting to school guess what I saw? A new friend, and its name was Zap.....
What is a true friend? Is it someone who will stand for you? Someone who is always there? Do you have a true friend? Do you trust that person? Now answer that again, do you really? Ask yourself a third time, how do you really know they are your friend?
P.S. Thank you all for all the support, I have really appreciated all the positive feedback on my work... Jarrod D.~
Copyright © Jarrod Denney | Year Posted 2012
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Recently WSJ in USA publicised a jaw dropping expose..
Of financial irregularities involving the nation of Malaysia...
To date it is the biggest ever case of money laundering ...
The scale of which involved investigations in 7 countries..
From prim and proper, squeaky clean banking in Singapore...
To Australia, Luxemburg, Hongkong, Seychelles Islands ...
Thailand and the parking of millions in USA as investments...
Via convoluted trails of cross border movement of monies..
A sovereign fund vehicle by daylight was a conduit for money crimes....
A nation's sovereign fund that was promoted to be a investment vehicle...
For all Malaysians to ultimately benefit from its financial ventures. ..
But now following this WDJ report, the shit has hit the ceiling fan...
It is no longer hearsay or inuendoes or even forged documents to begin with..
WSJ has unerringly uncovered the money trails across the different nations..
Now the whole world knows who the culprits and wolves at the helm...
And the main players behind this ingenious plan to siphon out money...
Like a tale in the Arabian nights, there is an Arabian prince and his sidekick...
Throw in a chubby guy who threw Hollywood parties, and a fall guy so slick...
The whole gang conjured money in billions with government guarantees....
Now Malaysians are saddled with a monstrous billions in debt guarantees...
While major billions are long gone ,billions appeared in some bank accounts..
WSJ and US Department Of Justice soundly declared kleptocrazy there...
O yes, if you wish for a positive angle to this sorry episode of money swindling...
We are tops in the world for the sheer audacity of this money laundering scheme...
Malaysia Boleh...
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016
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fall guy
hung high
(Gunpowder plot)
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
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I am a successful surgeon
but In reality I am a failure.
For I pay for the company of life.
I pay to be human,
pay for the understanding
that my patients receive for free.
I am the geek in the corner
the wall paper that eyes don’t see.
My bond is with god
for he shows me his creation
and I must correct his mistakes.
Vanity is to say such things
but the sick will come to my door.
They gamble that I could be a saviour
for fear is anointed by hope.
The good and the bad
will sell their convictions.
My hand can cheat
the cards that god dealt,
and my face belongs to
this poker game,
we call life.
I am the fall guy too
who will walk down the corridor to hopeful eyes.
But remember where there is god
the devil exists too
and you will judge me.
For I must bare my soul
in the darkness of defeat
that tells your relatives that I lost.
I failed to grab the hand of life
which held the royal flush
that no player can defeat,
and I will feel your doubts
that perhaps I am not perfect.
In truth I am a glorified mechanic.
I am the surgeon that repairs your vices,
I am the bloody hands that remove your pain.
I can make you beautiful
I can change your heart,
though I need the sacrifice of the departed to help.
And when age threatens your life
money will save the chosen few,
In the illusion of immortality.
Though time will always
be the clown that will laugh at you
Some of you will feed on muesli
and preach of the morning jog.
Others will rely on alcohol and drugs
to take away their pain.
All will believe in immortality,
but decay can always wait for you.
I am the surgeon
Who chose this profession.
I shake the hands of the dead
I receive tributes from the living.
Sanity is a lonely place for me.
My indiscretion is grateful for her apartment
for I need her beauty to take away today
and a shower to wash away mankind.
She removes my pain with love
so I can feel human for one more day.
Sodom and Gomorra’s a small price to pay
for my patients to see
the sun for one more day.
God never gave me good looks
but he gave me a steady hand.
A hand that can caress your heart
for I am a maverick that puzzles god.
In truth I could be a monster,
I will not cry when you die.
Blood is just another day,
though I hate to lose
as all gamblers will tell you.
But who amongst you would care
About a stranger who gives you life.
For in truth even the devil
would make me a hero,
as long as I save a sinners life.
Copyright © steven cooke | Year Posted 2013
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Is it love that made me become a fall guy to alter ego?
Or my sober search for all truth behind those random emotions
Could I convince myself of the extreme pleasure and happiness?
When the ground beneath my feet turns to sand with its uncertainty;
Is it a crisis of relationships I never foresaw?
Or a total disbelief within its wonderful existence
Could there be darkness in jealousy before the breaking of light
Like a bolt of hope dead before the night descends with the black clouds.
Is time the eternal truth playing to mimic our future actions?
Imprisoned within its unique reality, our fourth dimension!
Copyright © jai Garg | Year Posted 2010
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Mammonite Flash
Masugan-ah suganah suganah suganah
suganah suganah suganah
A Mammonite said he was a Baptist
Another one said that he was cool
this one said he was Catholic
and that one said he was a Jew
yeah, the Mammonites wear many disguises
and I guess it aint nothing new
Mammonite Flash
Masugan-ah suganah suganah suganah
yeah!
The politician said he was a patriot
think he's loyal to his money or you
is this a government for and by the people
or are worlds corporations enslaving you to
Mammonite Flash
Masugan-ah suganah suganah suganah
yeah!
Bank of America took more than my calculator could calculate
and when they were asked where did it go
their spokesman cleared his throat
and said we really don't know
since when did they miss a penny
while keeping track of their money
seems the mammonites have developed an appetite
I hope he's satisfied and no longer hungry
like the little ones out in the streets
and others with no electricity
no programs to those in shock and pain
not even a fall guy to blame
Mammonite Flash
Masugan-ah suganah suganah suganah
yeah!
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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Most of us watch as we see waif!
If you could not support rights,
Do not be confused nor washed away in the flood
Be silent
Do not wrongly promote evil nor fall down on,
Be not a man who fallaciously fall guy
Be a man of big family
Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2016
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some people play games
its insame
and ashame
how the lie
make some a fall guy
all for a few bucks
its bad stuff
the
COVER UP
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014
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Snippets of truth
come to you,
when you chase the anger and set yourself
on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy
rages after the defiance.
You are no longer bleeding gold.
A windowless home
for the defiled, waits for you
at the end of the road.
The democracy has drained out all the symbols.
Behind the grain now lies the eye;
behind the wood now fire rages.
A stretch of pair on ethnic hills.
Wings unfold,
but light goes out.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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There is no free market
greed controls supply and demand
the market cascades bi-polar
and the pendulum swing's getting out of hand
republicratic tyrants stake claim on our tax
they waste and pocket as they see fit
caught and send a fall guy for that
and everybody takes advantage of the poor ole working class
can you see their broken spirit
the well to do spit in their face
and they have no energy to do anything about it
seems the world has become barren of good will
like a desert where the only thing that grows
is the sand upon low, naked, scorched hills
and we were all told
and everybody knows
we have become slaves
drowning in the flames of monthly debt
with no way that our daily pay can pay
the needs of the upper class make sure of this
as they sell you down the widening pipeline
that leads to utter poverty and homelessness
try and save some money
for a rainy day
and the devil just comes along and plucks it all away
one way or another
dog eat dog and this world that teaches all of us
to eat each other
and we are all sisters and brothers
cold cruel and mean
the world smiles
in her eyes the gates of hell can be seen
there is no American party
looking out for the well being of
those who enjoy going out and working hard for their money
no, there's no working man's party
an honest days wage will not pay for the necessities of modern life
the monthly bills add up so fast
that the stress keeps me up sometimes all night
I worry about my kids
and I worry about my wife
I worry about loosing my home so much
that I sometimes break down and cry
and I never cry but I have learned and now I know why
for debt, we all must lay down and die
I think about the thirty five dollar bounced check fee
that they charged me five times
because of the automatic payment
that I don't even remember agreeing to online
I know I'm not the only one
Reader, do you feel my pain
can you see the world sliding down into hell
like some kind of run away train
will you raise your voice
come let us rattle the cage and make some noise
or do you belong to the high and mighty
proud, secure, and financially responsible
in love with the world and her society
come take advantage of people like me
yeah, come take advantage of us
come take advantage of the meek
while we patiently wait for the vengeance
to be delivered by the mighty mighty hand
of the glorious Christ Jesus
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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You cause me so much pain, during your terrible reign
You attacked my brain, you drove me insane
Confessions of your love free, experienced in a carnal spree
Casting my aside like so much debris, how could you do this to me?
I closed my eyes, and slowly wept
For this night, my heart slept
I closed my eyes, and slowly wept
For this night, my heart slept
But it’s the end of your reign, I got you outta my brain
No more of your pain, because you’re not coming back again
Your lock out for loves crime, as I wash away your grime
Out of your hole I climb, because you’re not coming back this time
I closed my eyes, and slowly wept
For this night, my heart slept
I closed my eyes, and slowly wept
For this night, my heart slept
My heart beats not to your cry, and your pleas I can now deny
No longer will I play your fall guy, too our love I wave goodbye
Love lesson I have learned, my heart deeply was burned
No more from my path can I be turned, to the road I have returned
I closed my eyes, and slowly wept
For this night, my heart slept
I closed my eyes, and slowly wept
For this night, my heart slept
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2007
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mabe you did do this
thit is it
if the crime may fit
and its a lie
tho sometime people die
to prove your not guity
no matter how hard you try
youe set up as a
FALL GUY
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012
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there tho on top
that hide under box
after drit
they put in on a jerk
you must always be alert
reason why
so you be you see
a
FALL GUY
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011
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be ware
its cause i care
some one commit crime
kept this in mind
here's why
you could be you see the
FALL GUY
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012
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he had some dreams
some say he was mean
cause he spoke out
no doudt
it was about the racist south
we should not forget
or regret
how some of our lives or set
here's why he was the fall guy
for being bad not good
that how
X STOOD
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012
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“The Fight”
(Jamie Brolin)
He had honed
His boxer’s stance—
Could imbalance any—
With his pugilist dance.
It lifted him out
Of the mean streets,
And from a life-funk,
He’d even found true-love!
But, he was punch-drunk!
Fall-guy:
He enters the boxing-ring
Like his hero, Ali—
“Floats like a butterfly
“Stings
“Like a bee!”
He sweat Tao,
Feeding the frenzied
Fascination
Of the crowd!
This is the main event:
Heavyweight,
Concussive punches—
Meaning ‘Life-after-death’
Mexican
Facial reconstructions!
A knock-out
Would be easy
With his Featherweight
Opponent!
Yet, for God’s sake,
He throws it!
For insider Vegas odds
As well…
An ‘early’ hearse leaves
Empty,
While he takes the purse!
But the spectators exit
The Arena satiated,
Inebriated with primal
Release…
Believed he had, for sport,
Duly met his Maker!
But, in the end,
Pugilist,
Promoter,
Provider,
Each had found their Peace!
(Patriot’s day, 4/16/2018)
Copyright © jamie brolin | Year Posted 2018
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Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018