Best Same Song And Dance Poems
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
We touch I feel a rush
We clutch it isn't much
I can't feel my heart beat when I see you on street*
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You ain't ever gonna break my glass
My windshields too strong you
The way you can't break my heart, my soul is closed to you.*
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But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream
A mirage maybe, but it could be really true all I want to*
is see our love shine through.*
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I'm equivalent to a shot of Cuevo, first I kiss your navel
Are we back together, if not i won't be able.*
Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate, I seem to gravitate to the bottle of NyQuil then I salivate.
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I fall asleep with nightmare sweats and wake wondering how I'll get dressed!*
Okay quit playing with the scissors and ****, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
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You drive me crazy sometimes I want to run, but that's given in and that is no fun.*
I'm a soldier, these shoulder's hold up so much, they won't budge,
I'll never fall or fold up.
Songs used by Eminem
-Spacebound
-Deja vu
Soldier
Not Afraid
Same song and dance
Lines ending in an astricks* are my lines.
Running to hide
Hiding to run
My life is a circle
When will this rotation be undone
Everything I do
Its the same song and dance
A sheep in wolf's clothing
Yes a wolf at first glance
I can't help I am addicted to thrills
No words to describe how it feels
Honing my skills
Turning my heart to steel
Making my case to fight the devil
Stone versus stone
Fallen Angel versus Fallen soul
The thrill to shake the bone
Love made me
Then love destroyed me
Stuck with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Vengeance is what I choose
Standing alone
Forgetting everything I've ever known
I can break this rotation
But it has to be now or never
All because I loved her
And she left me for dead
Destroying my heart
And messed up my head
Circular life
I am back to the night
I am back to fight
Easy money, like easy prey. Our hearts have turned to catacombs where our inner children lay. Change yourself and your mind,change your thoughts of Decline. Watch the world wash away, cleanse your self of decay. Memories dissipate, burning world full of hate. Silent wisdom still razor sharp. Everybody plays their part. Stagnant water blinds my eyes. Goddess rotten between her thighs. But there's still so much to be learned. All these lovers will slowly burn. But there's still so much to seen. The society bathed in gangrene. Razor wire, your Morningview. Your liars tongue, you will slowly chew. purity begging before it's hung, on praying knees... bite off your tongue. And you will leave nothing but bleached bones when you go. Leaving no scar upon this world. And you will join the herds of mass graves. Another soul neglected to be saved. Same song and dance time and time again. Bleeding dry the beast long before it began. Cliché life, cliché death. Honesty in a bullet's breath. Watch the world wash away, cleanse yourself of decay. Another American failure to be lost amongst the tribe.
There's No Bunny Hop
for yesteryear's bunny rabbits wag a fury tale.
she bit him. he bit her.
there's no carrot to share.
with him missing a big patch of fur,
here, there, everywhere.
aah the skid marks.
why does he see her smiling?
why?
from separate dwells, now, both watch burning bridges,
seemingly all for the betterment.
says who?
she.
where one says, i'll erase him from her memory.
and hold him in effigy.
she really did?
aah the rhythm of a lost hop.
aah the good novelty.
made for funny bunny tv.
drama and myth.
same song and dance.
says who?
a soon to be stew for her new butcher.
the one that was always waiting in her wings.
yes, no doubt.
as she says,
he now a guest for her better tomorrows.
maybe.
for a fur tail,
seemingly would have,
and was much malign before it started.
him and her,
so saddened
with eyes despair.
no tails wagging,
where the past never had a chance.
how can this be?
aren't wagging tails good?
even if one is missing a big patch of fur.
god forbid,
how much better if pigs flew
over airplanes in slop,
life would be so much better between them,
and the airplanes would go to market
on a black belt of doom.
and the pinks replaced the blues
and the bunnies tailored together on a hangar.
with love replacing persona non grata
in this reversal of fate.
how much better the hop.
connie pachecho
1/28/2018
There’s a guy in a church wearing three pairs of socks
Kneeling by the candles stealing coins from a box.
There’s a guy on TV wearing three diamond rings
Stealing from the faithful while a gospel group sings.
You can label a man, but I swear it just goes to show you,
Don’t care how far you fall, someone’s always a step below you.
So let’s sing through the lonely time,
Sing the chorus to a nursery rhyme,
Let’s sing while the church bells chime
All the way, all the way home.
There’s a hush running deep through the wintertime woods;
Gotta cup your ear to hear the oughts and the shoulds.
There’s a nail through a board and it’s covered in snow
Lying on the trail between the stop and the go.
It’s the same song and dance, for I swear there’s a strong connection,
You can follow the signs and be led in the wrong direction.
But let’s sing when we feel distress
As we wander through the wilderness.
Let’s sing more and grumble less,
All the way, all the way home.
Lets sing of little joys that bring us happiness
All the way, all the way home.