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Dark Matter Matters

Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.

Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter or twitter,
A transmitter flitter,
A spatter or smatter—
This transparent matter—
To other than fans of the science news
Or hopefuls for lists of physics who’s whos?

Like other matters of matter that matter
A pitter or patter, a skitter or scatter,
It has to be plumbed, summed up and summed down,
Verified, clarified, ere it’s dumbed down.

One cannot spot it with unaided eyes—
Oh, may the way to explore it be wise!

Some sons and daughters of Mother Earth’s waters
And sands of the dreamlands of Father Time
Are trying to fathom celestial history,
Master its mystery, reason and rhyme.

Physicists hunt for dark matter, to move it
With particle accelerators, to prove it
Exists as suspected, from data collected
With outcome expected, eureka! projected…

But let us remember that they call it dark.
How can one discern an invisible quark?
They’re searching to learn of this strange seeming stuff,
For knowledge is power— there’s never enough…

It’s thought our universe has a whole lot of it.
Those who suppose it give info they’ve got of it…

Dark matter exerts gravitational pull.
It glues stars together, makes galaxies full.
Unlike normal matter it plays hide and seek
And so much of it’s interactively weak…

Speaking of such massiveness subatomic,
Its acronym is ironically comic…

With or without this WIMP snicker factor
There’s still a detractor or two around…
Though a gamma ray clue may have been found
In the center of our own Milky Way—
Dark matter collisions, that is to say.

A curious mind always digs and delves.
Yet, are we not getting ahead of ourselves?

High fly the dreams of the capped and gowned
To be world-renowned, laureate-crowned…
Breakthroughs in deep outer space astound…
While here on the ground, horrors abound!

Be it phantom or really elusively there,
Dark matter inferred, if ever laid bare,
When we’ve been interred, with nary a word
To mark our swift passage, might have the last laugh
With ‘what fools were mortals!’ for our cenotaph—
‘Nature and Nature’s laws lay hid in night:
Humans unlocked them, but all was not light.’


– Harley White  

< January 2011 >


Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2014


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The Kitchen Fitter

The Kitchen Fitter
As the wire set alight I cursed his low born name
Then he hit me with a bill and I said you go to hell.
To court he did take me, to pay he was going to make me.

The first appearance was a joke, the judge in squash shorts and a coat
He wanted time to read the papers thoroughly through and through

The kitchen fitter looked smug, but I said just watch your mug
He said, you will have to pay and I told him, no, no way
I said if you do proceed you will greatly regret this deed

The fitter laughed as he told me that he could have bought and sold me
But in court I was to have the last laugh on him.

I stood there and defended my reason not to pay
The judge looked bored to him this was just another day
I said that it’s a crime and for it the fitter should do time
And a counter case I proceeded to relay
Just ask the low born fitter what bad parts he used that day

I began.
 It is a criminal offence to take to court on some pretence
When you know that you don’t really have a claim
So I turned the tables on him, and the judge demanded to know
Hey you kitchen fitter, just what do you think is your game?
I proclaimed that he used faulty parts and that he knew it
And as the fire started their defence was gone because the fuses blew it
The judge decreed that I must succeed and he did proceed
To throw out the spurious claim for pay

I then related quietly that he had kept me up nightly
wondering how to put right the dubious work he did on that day.

The judge looked at me and he said oh I can guarantee 
That the kitchen fitter will now be the one to pay
There will be compensation and I make a declaration
That if he comes before me in any shape or form again

Not only will he pay but he’ll come to rue the day
That he ever set foot in this court and your name tried to defame.

 © 17/04 2013-04-17 Dragon, One Fitter Nil.
Contest entry: The Dragon Slayer Contest. True Story


Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013


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The Last Laugh

The Last Laugh

Gone are the days that Adam and Eve
were living with peace from within, 
a garden so fresh and perfect
till that ugly old thing called sin, it moved in.

It came slithering into the garden
in the form of a once beautiful snake, 
but after the fall, God cursed it for all
and it now crawls on its belly for our sake.

You think to yourself, why’d she listen
but an upright snake would be quite a sight, 
no excuse for it though, and then darkness it fell
turning glorious daylight into night.

Why that ugly ole snake It’s still lurking around
still trying its tricks out on me and on you,
praise God, at least he’s not upright
that is one trick now that he can’t do!

But that bag of old tricks it is still pretty full yet
I know that we have the last laugh,
for on judgment day, he’ll be swimming in fire
while in Heaven we’re sitting on lush green grass!

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings
1994 Copyright


Copyright © Marilyn S Jennings | Year Posted 2015


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RED, WHITE AND BLUE

Red, White and Blue

I fought in the Revolutionary war
To win freedom from tyranny 
I fought for the right to choose my religion 
For the right to live free!

No taxation without representation
Was our battle cry!
Fought to uphold the system of slavery.
We would live free or die!

I joined the rebel army
To fight the Yankee way
We sang about ole’ Dixie
And walking with Jesus on judgment day 

I must of killed me a hundred or more
Of those Union fools
While Sherman burned down our country
Homes, hospitals and schools.



I fought in the war against Mexico
Fought in Korea, and World War One 
We raped, pillaged and plundered
And would not stop until we were done!

I was flying over Japan
As we dropped Enola Gay
Three days later, we let Little Boy fly,
Wishing the innocents to have a nice day.

I walked the Ho Chi Minh trail
Set flame to many straw huts
Killed, raped, a whole lot of gooks
And those traitors back home, said I was nuts!

911 shook us to our core
So we attacked Afghanistan
But getting rid of Saadam and bombing Iraq
Was part of our long-standing genocidal plan.



 Shock and Awe, a day that will live in infamy,
Is the name that we gave,
To the barbarous saturation bombing  
That laid countless Iraqis in their grave 

The fighting continues, war goes on
It’s big business, lots of money
More young men and women, to feed the machine
Have the last laugh, because it isn’t really funny.


Now I am wedded to this chair, 
Having lost both legs, sad but true!
I sit straight and erect, as I salute
The red, white and blue!


Copyright © barry ponneck | Year Posted 2014


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My Last Word

Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.

Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.

The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.

Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.

Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.


Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may 
bring forth.


Copyright © William Arthur Tell | Year Posted 2010


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Last Laugh

I should have looked before I leaped
now I have been left in a lurch
by my lily-livered boyfriend,
but I'll have the last laugh
when he see his laundry
in a lovely shade of pink.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!


Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015


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I Have The Last Laugh

Cold wrinkled my lips
Breath caroms from school to school,
I have the last laugh
 


Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006


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The Precious One

Abort is not the key
It will have you feeling less
Nothing but pain and regrets
Abort is not the key
She or He is apart of you
Forget the other half
As they get older you will have the last laugh
Children bring nothing but blessings if you do right by them
Forget him
You will succeed
It's your body and your seed
Abort is not the key


Copyright © CeAsia White | Year Posted 2012


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o,d,i,b,f

One Day I'll Be Famous.

One day I'll be famous
I will, I'll go far.
You will know when I am famous
I'll shine just like a star.
I'll sing and dance and an actress
I will be.
Yes one day I'll be famous
just you wait and see.
One day I'll be famous
I'll have the last laugh
when you stand as one of my fans
after a signed autograph.
Then you'll look on me from afar
just what I'll have done.
Cause I will be a star
to have pleased everyone.
You may take time to see
all I have achieved 
It could have all been your's of course
if only you'd believed.


Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016


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Death, even for a one eyed king

Emotions are the ropes that hand from tree branches Blowing in the breeze like Spanish Moss And from these emotions love is knotted Love A nose that suffocates us While ill feet dangle with gravity toe distends in reach Yet it is we who allow are selves to dangle One would thinks o freely When in reality we kill are selves for what we think beautifully Perhaps it is best to love from a fare As long as their worth loving Dose it mater if they know at all Why must we string up loves ropes When we know it will be the death of us Perhaps love is more a blind mans world To see beauty in ugly things You must overcome death the ropes bring Yet love it seems lives to trick us all Hidden Death in life’s clothing But a one eyes man is king in a blinds man world Some of us care knives Cut lose the ropes that strangle us Left one eye to see for all A laugh in the face of love But love you see is a vengeful ***** Can’t stand to not have the last laugh So for ever on are toes We dance around love Leaving the club before were swept away in the mosh pit Yet love is a shadow we can never seem to stray away from It calls to us like fear in the dark Tempting are hearts with visions of those we once loved So it seems weather we suffocate now or later in are dreams Love is death Even for a one eyed king


Copyright © Erica Szabo | Year Posted 2012


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THE NEW HEAD MAN

THE NEW HEAD MAN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I’m off to bed early I’ve had a really rough day
Ramos, my boss is  difficult that’s the least I can say
He’s made a day at the office a time that I dread
I think of the guillotine and cutting off his head
He’s an example of what’s called schaden fruede
That type of personality will cost him some day
I’ll just hug my pillow and close my eyes
And think of ways to hurry his demise

I can’t fall asleep I keep tossing and turning
My face is freezing but my body is burning
I feel nails or thorns are poking me in the back
Oh god  there’s someone here with me in the sack
I don’t move but look down at my feet
Claws and a tail are sticking out from under the sheet
It must be a reptile or some kind of bird
I’m frightened I’m trembling was it a scream I heard

I jumped out of bed, turned on the light
I’m the only one here no one else is in sight
The room darkened and smelled of rotten eggs
I tried to run but there’s no strength in my legs
I see someone in  black from the corner of my eye 
Points his finger at me says you are my prize
He’s wearing a robe with a hood covering his head
When I look straight at him my vision is blurred

He changes into a jester sporting a conical cap
Says you are a fool caught in your own trap
I turned to find the most beautiful woman I’ve seen
Tall, red lips, long black hair with a greenish sheen
I asked  how did you get into this room
We’re wed my love, I am the bride you are the groom
She pulled me close, she was sweaty and scaley now
Her slimy forked tongue slowly caressed my brow


Head man (2)



She said mate with me I’ll grant wishes, three
And when they are filled you will belong to me
I stepped back and looked into her eyes
So gorgeous and tempting I was mesmerized
Music started  playing with a rhythmic beat
We started dancing I was inflamed with heat
Animals, mostly cats, were filling the room
The odor of sulphur was the acrid perfume

The dance got faster I was scared and dizzy 
She said my name is Lilith but never call me Lizzy
I guess I fainted,  I don’t remember much more
The phone started ringing with me on the floor
Looked at the wall clock it was quarter to two
Caller said  cops are here they’re waiting for you
I hadn’t missed a day at work for over a year
Tell me again what you said  I didn’t hear

They found Ramos this morning cold and dead
They have his body but can’t find his head
By the way:
I just saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
Tall,  red lips, long black hair with a greenish sheen
She’s your new secretary came from company staff
Poor ole Ramos, seems you’ll have the last laugh
 
I had a headache, exhausted and badly battered 
I wished  I felt better that was all that mattered
I’m hoping the cops won’t treat me as a suspect
No alibi will surely be an incriminating aspect

I bent down to get my shoes from under the bed
Something was bundled in a pillow case was it













Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016


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SELNATISM

Like splashes of mud on a shirt,
To the world numerous problems cling.
And to entities other than himself,
Man attributes their sources:
God, satan, nature, circumstances, etc.

Strange though it may seem,
Most of the bad in our "Big Egg"
Are his handiwork! Who? Man!
Just like his tripartite nature,
Problems he creates in three basic ways:

Through his deliberate acts;
Through his mistakes;
Through his ignorance.

For our world to have the last laugh,
The above triplet he must beat.
This is SELNATISM!


Copyright © John Adelakun | Year Posted 2011


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I Will Have my Woman, One Day

I've seen my brother
walking the four corners of the Earth.
In search for something new, or possibly
Someone new.

I've seen the desperate men,
With their heads full with hair,
and dressed in fancy and expensive suits,
bark like dogs when young women roll by.
They do not care what people think of them,
...Just like dogs.

I sit at my window, and peek my head out.
I see the desperate men putting on shows for naive girls.
I sit at my window,
waiting for that one day.
That one knock upon my door,
but so far nothing in hopes of me
falling in Love.

Still I wait.
I see foolish girls falling for dogs,
Who wake the next morning with flees and the dog no where in sight,
and I laugh, huh!
But the dogs bark at me for laughing.

Still I wait.
I do not worry for my time with Love will come.
See tat it is a soft, October night
A true woman will come and pay me a visit with a knock upon my door.

Not just any old woman.
A woman with class,
Who is longing for a man,
Who will love her back,
She will be kind and gentle.

She will come one day,
mabye in the month of May, June or July,
Then I will have the last laugh and say over those dogs,
Who barked at me.

I will have my woman, one day!


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013


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Cry beloved life

Cry beloved life


Cry beloved life,
When you love someone and you are never loved back,
When your world is all deem and black
When you are left behind in the success race,
When failure rears its ugly face,
When the future is haunted by the past,
When happy moments fade away like morsels of dust,
When the going gets tough,
When your enemies have the last laugh,
When you call for help and no one answers,
Nothing but echoes of your loud self, imminent to the rescue,
Hopeless tears, cry beloved life.
Life at its saddest point, cry beloved life,
A mind glittered with glitters yet the eyes are color blind,
Ears longing for melody yet deaf,
Graced only by the sounds of silence,
And cry beloved life.



Copyright © phillip fungurai | Year Posted 2014


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THE NEW HEAD MAN

THE NEW HEAD MAN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I’m off to bed early I’ve had a really rough day
Ramos, my boss is  difficult that’s the least I can say
He’s made a day at the office a time that I dread
I think of the guillotine and cutting off his head
He’s an example of what’s called schaden fruede
That type of personality will cost him some day
I’ll just hug my pillow and close my eyes
And think of ways to hurry his demise

I can’t fall asleep I keep tossing and turning
My face is freezing but my body is burning
I feel nails or thorns are poking me in the back
Oh god  there’s someone here with me in the sack
I don’t move but look down at my feet
Claws and a tail are sticking out from under the sheet
It must be a reptile or some kind of bird
I’m frightened I’m trembling was it a scream I heard

I jumped out of bed, turned on the light
I’m the only one here no one else is in sight
The room darkened and smelled of rotten eggs
I tried to run but there’s no strength in my legs
I see someone in  black from the corner of my eye 
Points his finger at me says you are my prize
He’s wearing a robe with a hood covering his head
When I look straight at him my vision is blurred

He changes into a jester sporting a conical cap
Says you are a fool caught in your own trap
I turned to find the most beautiful woman I’ve seen
Tall, red lips, long black hair with a greenish sheen
I asked  how did you get into this room
We’re wed my love, I am the bride you are the groom
She pulled me close, she was sweaty and scaly now
Her slimy forked tongue slowly caressed my brow


Head man (2)



She said mate with me I’ll grant wishes, three
And when they are filled you will belong to me
I stepped back and looked into her eyes
So gorgeous and tempting I was mesmerized
Music started  playing with a rhythmic beat
We started dancing I was inflamed with heat
Animals, mostly cats, were filling the room
The odor of sulphur was the acrid perfume

The dance got faster I was scared and dizzy 
She said my name is Lilith but never call me Lizzy
I guess I fainted,  I don’t remember much more
The phone started ringing with me on the floor
Looked at the wall clock it was quarter to two
Caller said  cops are here they’re waiting for you
I hadn’t missed a day at work for over a year
Tell me again what you said  I didn’t hear

They found Ramos this morning cold and dead
They have his body but can’t find his head
By the way:
I just saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
Tall,  red lips, long black hair with a greenish sheen
She’s your new secretary came from company staff
Poor ole Ramos, seems you’ll have the last laugh
 
I had a headache, exhausted and badly battered 
I wished  I felt better that was all that mattered
I’m hoping the cops won’t treat me as a suspect
No alibi will surely be an incriminating aspect

I bent down to get my shoes from under the bed
Something was bundled in a pillow case was it a













Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016


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Blurred lines for real

What about the fact that am the one that will lose
               It all
What about the fact that am the one who will be left on the curb
              By myself 
What about the fact that it's my life that will take a step back
               Again
What about the fact that it's my story that will suck
              Not yours
What about the fact that I will have the last tears
              While you will have the last laugh
What about the fact that it's my life that will be left stagnant
               While you move on
What about the fact that my numbers will go down
              While yours will go up 
What about the fact that I am who will be haunted by the pain, by our actions, 
               While you can easily click and change the channels 
               And ignore me
               And forget me

         


Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015


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A FAIRYTALE ROMANCE - KATE AND WILLIAM

A FAIRYTALE ROMANCE
(KATE AND WILLIAM)

Twas a fairytale romance
Which put a Prince in a merry trance,
He took one look at his Princess
And his heart was sent to bless.

Prince William himself, married
his sweetheart bride,
And while upon the altar, he
wore his love with pride.
The Princess bride of love, was
sent from heaven above,
And in the stunning shape became,
the beautiful Kate of love.    

Together they stand side by side,
And the eyes of the world open wide.
Upon the happy couple of love,
They share their trove from above.

Now Kate is expecting, a blessed baby 
royal,
A wondrous royal event so loyal.
Prince William is delighted with this 
glory news
And so is all the nation – it really
does amuse.

Kate, you look terrific, and so ever
pretty,
Ignore all those sceptics – who call
you names so petty!
The nation loves you Kate, and the
world does watch on,
Upon the future Queen of England – 
God Bless You Kate – you are the
chosen one. 
 
A so-called author insulted you, with
her mouth of venomous venom,
But ignore this silly woman, Kate, 
she’s an author, but not well known!
She’s nothing better to do than insult
people of stature,
What she says to you Kate – really 
doesn’t matter!

Go forth and live your life, and love
your new baby to be,
Both you and hubby William - will 
have the last laugh, you’ll see?
The Queen and her hubby, Philip,
Will spare you from that hot gossip!

You really are a role model, we all can
see that,
But there are other “celebs”, who will 
knock you tit for tat! 
Just ignore them, that’s all you do,
And your beauty will shine through.

Good luck to you and hubby too, as
you live your daily life,
Prince William, you lucky man – you
have bagged a lovely wife?
So take hold of dear Kate, and smile
deep within her eyes,
And with a loving kiss – you’ll find 
love a big surprise!  


BY
DARRYL ASHTON
  


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014


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Parodies

To affirm a show has made it,
More than ticket sales, the proof
Can be found if it is parodied
And pops up in a spoof.

For it’s fun to poke some fun at
Those performances so big
All the audience will recognize
The actor and the gig.

It’s the price of fame and fortune,
For success bestows the right
To exaggerate one’s attributes
And take a mocking bite.

While the viewers grin, the targets
Of the spoof have the last laugh,
For the public still will clamber
To receive their autograph.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2013


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bought with gold,sold on green ,wrote in blood

where go those men with dignified eye's
who stand against the wall facing a volley of fire
ready to drop dead,blind folded and bound
all knowing and waiting for destiny's sound
where goe's the justice promised us all
for there aint no justice in where these men fall
the crime they committed was to stand for their right's
but corporate suit's don't stand in the fight
don't stand for no cause less it's golden or green
sat counting their money in number's obscene
they're building their bridges over city's and town's
and all in their way become's dust on the ground
so take to the bank's and withdraw all your cash
spend it on  freedom and have the last laugh
the world and it's structure will fall into flame's
afterward's Goodman will build it again
the same men blindfolded and stood against the wall
will pick up their brother's from were once they fall
will pick up their shovel's ,hammer's and nails
and search on together for a new holy grail.


Copyright © david sobieralski | Year Posted 2007


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THE BLING BLING THING

    You have a different car for every day of the week, but for some 
        reason it’s happiness you still seek.
    You love your big and beautiful home, with acres of land for you to 
        roam.
    You have plenty of gold and diamonds galore, enough to start your 
        own jewelry store.
    You have lots of designer and customized clothes, what an 
        extravagant lifestyle you chose.
    You’re living the life of a Hollywood Star, but does the wealth change 
        who you really are?
    Living the life of the rich and the famous, feeling you’re real big and 
        no longer nameless.
    Now folks come at you from everywhere, on your way up none of 
        them were there!
    Now they come out of the wood work, it’s enough to make you 
        go berserk. 
    You have everything people only dream of, but all your wealth can’t 
        buy you love.
    So many women want you it’s almost a joke, you think they would be 
        after you if you were still broke?
    One of them wants to have the last laugh, to be your wifey so they 
        can claim half!
    Who is your true friend and who is your foe? for you it’s like 
        “eeny-meeny-miney-moe.”
    Money doesn’t define who you really are, neither does having 
        an expensive car.
    Don’t get me wrong being rich is a good thing, but just remember you 
        are not defined by your “bling-bling.”




Copyright © Gary Tavares | Year Posted 2006


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Big Bother

Trapped within these infernal walls
An object of public ridicule
Dignity stripped away weeks ago
By demeaning games
And moronic house-mates

But I'll have the last laugh
Mark my words
I came in a nobody
But everyone will remember me

The grand plan is nearing conclusion
And I will savour every second
My only regret is the three people 
I truly wanted to kill
Have already been voted out

But blood will drip down these walls regardless
And those lucky enough to survive
Won't get a luxury shopping budget
As punishment for my crime

I'll change the face of TV forever
And save Britain from
Another decade of
This mindless pap

But knowing my luck
All that will happen
Is plastic knives and forks
Become compulsory
For the next selection of freaks


Copyright © kevin mcallion | Year Posted 2008


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Defined By Struggle

Defined by struggle.
I've learned to endure.
To persevere.
I've been battered. broken. torn.
But i'm not afraid of what's in store.
Not anymore.
I will not lose hope. 
I cannot lose sight.
I've gained the strength through the years that I need to endure.
My heart's been scorned.
I cannot erase the past where I have weeped and I have mourned.
But today I will move forward.
I won't let you kill me.
I won't be held down.
You will no longer grip me around my throat.
I will not lose hope.
Clearing my path.
It's time for me to have the last laugh.
Looking to see what is ahead of me.
I won't be blinding by inability.
The strength inside of me will lead me in the right direction.
Stand aside and watch as I put your false perception of me to rest.
My darkest hour has passed.
I'm finished with your tests.
Everyday a struggle.
God I know that you are not finished with me yet.
But when my time comes I will have zero regrets.
My life is defined by struggle.
Perseverence.
I won't give up.


Copyright © Logan Saucillo | Year Posted 2009


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Flail and Crook

For all of you who has ever said
You loved me then broke my heart
May you succumb to the most?
Awful Egyptian curse
May Hathor cause you great pain?
And shame from this day forward
Until the Pyramids turn to dust and
The Nile River runs backwards well
May it be recorded now and forever?
In the book of the dead in prolific
Detail by the seal of Osiris I'm not
Singling any one person out but
You know who you are and so does
Isis as the all seeing eye of the
Falcon is upon you in the shadow
Of Horus call me bitter if you want
But all I ever did was love you!
Go on now and laugh at what I say
But I will have the last laugh just
Wait and see 'cuz you are no better
Than me....don't you know I come?
From the ancient Khnum Dynasty
And so when Ma’am weighs your
Heart against a feather I hope you
Suffer the worse Egyptian curse
Until the Nile river runs backwards
Until all the Pyramids crumble and
Turn to dust, until I toss away my
Flail And Crook out to sea...
So mote it be!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015


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charlie chaplin

I'm sunshine by day and quiet steel by night.
Quietly steal away to turn out the light
and cry in silence
like...
Charlie Chaplin.

Oh Charlie, even your smile is sad
and when you scream, people laugh.

Calls for help are heard by deaf ears
and when you sob, no one hears.

Oh Charlie, Charlie don't you cry.
I'm gonna hold you and treat you right.
Cuz I know what it feels like.
Don't cry alone is what I meant to say.
My sun will make your tears evaporate.

You and me against the world.
Its you and me against the world.

Don't let them get you down Chaps.
You and me will have the last laugh.


Copyright © joy bohland | Year Posted 2010


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E3

Said the capital E to the number 3, “We’re the same except you’re turned around,”
Said the number 3 to capital E, “That’s because I represent math instead of a sound.”

“Oh I do that too,” said the capital E, “like in the equation E=MC squared,”
This was a revelation that left the number 3 seemingly quite unprepared.

“On license plates my brothers are used as words though seldom it seems am I,”
“Keep thinking about it,” said the capital E, “go on give it one more tri.”

3 said that he could help to say “2 3pair” on the plates of a dentist’s car,
“In a case such as that,” said the capital E, “I’d say that you’re the star.”

“It’s very clever, I really must say, how you became parts of repair and tooth,
So you advertise for the dental profession while I explain universal truth.”

Capital E felt that in this debate he had captured the higher ground,
Now the number 3 would have to concede that E was more that just a sound

“I can think of one more,” said 3, “but to read it you’re going need a mirror,
And when you do I think you’ll understand my position so much clearer.”

Because so far all you’ve said is that you think you’re beter than me,
But I can still have the last laugh on you so I’ll just say 33H 33T.


Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011