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Friday Night Song

Hard work…boss a jerk,
took credit…for your work.
best friend…blew you off,
still has…your favorite top,
Traffic…had you late
for your…diner date,
the stress…has you mean,
get to…blow of steam.

Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.

Friends with…benefits,
but we’re…more than this,
I hate…when you’re down,
a break…you’re allowed.
We’ll dance…to the dawn,
forget…the weekend long,
show you…I can stay,
and love…you this way.

Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.

Said you couldn’t see yourself
with a guy like me,
but you keep on coming back
when life gets trying.
I am not the doctor type, we fly,
can’t make you a rich wife,
but we both now I’m the one
who lets you enjoy life.

First drink…glowing eyes,
on the…floor we fly,
it works…like a charm,
you’ll sleep…in my arms.

Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.

Premium Member work versus play

Her apathetic attitude toward work
Caused many a boss a bit of irk
Fervent night lifer, listless all day
Many dead end jobs with little pay

At her desk she was listless and dull
Showed less energy than yesterday’s skull
Flash-mobbing and clubbing were her things
After midnight, her energy zings

A Toddler

A toddler in a stroller passed
And, looking at her face,
It seemed to me that she was
Merely staring into space.

Which made me wonder – could it be
She’d nothing on her mind?
If not, and I could read her thoughts,
What musings would I find?

I wish I had a lollipop.
I need some better toys.
My pre-school class has way too many
Mean and nasty boys.

My lunch today was yucky.
Why does Mommy have to work?
And why did Daddy come home mad
And call his boss a jerk?

I know, I might be way off base.
Perhaps within that stare
Were thoughts of all the happy things
She couldn’t wait to share.


The Journey of My Pen

Long years back writing just was a job,
To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob,
It then turned to hobby—
To numb noise my Dolby,
My life’s passion by now consigned FOB
Of an unpaid cabby,
A do-not-so hubby,
A horse in harness, show-off doorknob.
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FOB: Free on board as in shipments
Reflections |02.05.2023| humour

Premium Member Get Er Done

GET’ER DONE 


I don’t like a bragging bigot,
Tall in stature, but in class, a midget

A man of faith, a fool to some
But at least a man who’ll get’er done.

I don’t like a man, who’s mouth is runny,
You’ll be outraged or think it’s funny.

A brilliant boss, a beast to some,
At least a man who’ll get’er done.

Don’t like a bull in a China shop,
Cut to the chase, fail or flop.

Not a fan of most everyone,
But at least a Hulk who’ll get’er done.

Would we rather one tailor fit,
political liar, bumbling twit... 

A wrecking ball that ain’t bout Schmidt?
Excuse my colorful candid wit.

Give me a proven man
whose paid the cost,
have built an empire being the boss,

Went far out into the deep,
to save his country rocked to sleep

Some’ll beg to differ, but here’s the sum.
We needed a patriot who would get’er done!

The Office Worker Blues

arrive in morning
   descending gloom 
inboxes full 
    deadlines loom 
    
insufficient wage 
   big workload 
crazy colleagues 
   boss a rogue    
                  
lunchroom a mess 
   carpet stains
no tea bags 
   milk's off again  
   
hide mistakes 
     phone a mate 
take early lunch  
    come back late 

scroll the net 
    sneaky snacks 
(the kind designed 
     for heart attacks)    

delete master files
    shift the blame  
finger pointing 
     hide in shame 
     
illicit affairs 
    rumour mills 
pointless meetings 
    fire drills 

no confession 
     to copier jam
sometime next week 
    get serviceman 
     
watch the clock   
     wander about 
hunt for pens
     eat birthday shout 
     
go slowly mad.... 
     but don't despair 
holidays are due-     
     you're out of here!


Big Boss - a Tribute

big boss
like boss baby
revolver ocelot
liquid snake
solid snake
i cry
memes are the DNA of the soul
i agree
battle
fighting
photosynthesis
snake
big boss

Premium Member The Dirty Elf

Their matching of pajamas ho hum not.
The Mr. and Mrs. are ho ho hot.
He bares his air rump.
She shares all her lumps.
A fa la la screw before elf’s snapshot.

A snap of his finger and laugh would cost
his job or his boss a one time exhaust -
turn red as he’d yell
not ringing the bell...
Embarrassed, the Mrs. was apt to frost.

A wring of his ear and a kick in snow.
The pole up his gazoo and elf would go
to work in the dark
no walk in the park...
with smile he’d remember the Mrs. glow.

12/4/2020
Christmas Limerick
Sponsor: Alexis Y.

frost - anger

Sons of Unjust

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Today is tis, tomorrow is tat
O' pay in tis, I buy in tat

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
Forty million needs, the boss with meat,
Tunameza mate in need, ooh! This is heat

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
What shall I do, the boss a quiz
Nifanye nini sasa, the boss quests.

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! Where we go
Bye! Bye! Bye! Since long ago

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
Guru up loot, tinga high on foot
Uto up a hoot, tis tat not gut

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi, where is Marehemu? 
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! Life shot in May

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry
Bondeuro is missing, Integrity too a miss
Nifanye nini sasa? No voice but hiss

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry,
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! North Eastern massacre
Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! , One forty-seven is gone

The Joy of the Wandering Mind

Every day my mind goes for a wander,
To see a new wonder,
A new perspective to consider,
New challenges to ponder.

Every day my mind goes on ahead,
To check out the roads I will soon tread,
So I can face them without dread,
With only joy in my heart and my head.

Every day my mind finds a side road,
Or even takes me off road,
Where there is space to re-arrange my load,
Before I explode.

Every day when my mind starts to fade from work overload,
It is back on the road,
With some work on hold before I call my boss a toad,
And I have fewer meals to behold.

Every day my mind goes for a wander,
With no GPS to confuse or hinder
My getting home for dinner,
With my appetite a winner.

A Sleepy Bodyguard

A sleepy bodyguard searched, chose and set
Best seat for the honorable guest
Carefully observing, he saw dirt 
Decidedly he removed the chair
Express like a jet, the guest landed on floor

Funny again; he looked in the bag and 
Gave the boss a prepared speech to present
Honorable in delight began to read
In the mid-way he noted;
Joke-less, a poem penned by a pupil for a test
Kept as secret it could not
Laughter and booing rocked the room
Majority demanded for dismissal of the bodyguard
Next day- an irony! He was promoted to high rank
Of General and appointed national security chief

Premium Member Dark and Twisted 2 Richard Kuklinski True Story

The pain that young man felt was very close
to what hell would be like. Richard watched
and heard this poor soul scream and beg for
 his life over and over again. Richard 
did not have a conscience. The beatings that
he took from both his parents created this
monster. He was immune to someone else's
horrific pains, It didn't bother him. When he
was a child he would tie two cats together by
their tails and throw them over a clothesline,
and watch them claw each other to death.
  The film was completed. The poor man was
eaten to where most his bones were exposed
and his flesh was gone. He then delivered the
the film to his boss, a well known mobster.


9/18/2015 PLEASE READ IAN GUYLER'S
RATMAN COMETH..................................
You can actually see this horrendous video
by going to You Tube and going to Serial
Killer Hitman Richard Kuklinski The
Iceman Documentary. This is not for the
fainthearted. WARNING VERY GRAPHIC
MATERIAL for those of you that want to 
view this. Also he was also known as the
Iceman. A book The Iceman written by
Anthony Bruno is his life story. It will
turn your world upside down. Incredible
reading.

Sixty Minutes

There was nothing to lose
So I could go on a spending spree,
Get parting presents for everyone I knew,
Blow a fortune at a casino,
Give my boss a piece of my mind.

I had just sixty precious minutes left
And realised all I really wanted
Was to spend time with my wife.
Telling her I’d love her forever more,
Holding her close, I shut my eyes
And waited for the end.

The Excelling Value of Algebra

The Excelling Value of Algebra

By Elton Camp

Of everything that I’ve studied on earth,
Algebra proved to have the most worth.
From it don’t be led astray.
Later, you use it every day.

Whether you become a farmer or actor,
Many times expressions you will factor.
And quadratic equations are such a delight.
You will come to use them day and night.

It’s just wonderful to be able
To use a logarithmic table.
To succeed in life you have no hope
Unless you’re able to determine slope.

Multiplying binomials is a useful skill.
On a resume, it gives the boss a thrill.
Knowing how perfect square trinomials to solve
Can very easily be the key to getting a better job.

For inequalities to know all about
Has much practical value, no doubt.
Exponents everybody surely does need.
And to solve them with greatest speed.

Strive to learn the values of X and Y.
If you can’t, you might as well die.
Algebra is just essential to learn
If a decent living you hope to earn.

More Tom's Tidbits

Christmas- to me kind of scary- I mean who wants a guy named Santa Claws 
breaking into their house in the middle of the night??
And some of these bizarre new T.V. shows??- what kind of low-life would want 
to "Pimp My Bride"???
And the stickers that say "Support Our Troops"?- Of course we do.  It's the 
politicians who bring death to our brave youth.
My last boss, a Jewish fellow, once said to me, and he believed this; "Everyone 
Knows That Money Is God!!!"  How pathetic, I guess I'm an atheist, cause I sure 
aint got none.
I spend a lot of time in hospitals (sort'a terminally ill..)  They always ask me if I 
am allergic to anything, and I always say; "Yeah, mushrooms and morons..."
And these fools put a red warning bracelet. on me to that effect.  I also always 
sign in as "Randall P. MacMurphy" (see One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest)-
you'd be surprised how perplexed they get- such name is not on their list!! I love 
it!!
I wrote a new soul song; "I Heard It Thru the Grapejuice"!!

well, enough for now.......tom

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