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THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST
The other day I was perplexed so I pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to the conclusion that what’s really the worst
Is that the Industrial Nations always come first
Hey, it’s more important for Mr. Important to get his T-Bone steak
Then to look at youthful skin and bones that cause my heart to break
I hear all the pleas for donations from various organizations
But why would anyone collect money for other irrelevant nations?
We’ve got our own problems here to reflect and repair
So forget those hungry mothers whose breasts have no milk to share
Simply make sure Mr. Important is comfy with Tammy his assistant on a plush leather chair
And Mrs. Important knows about Tammy and finds this whole exercise in selfishness quite unfair
Well fair it ain’t and I can tell you why in ways by the score
Because no matter how our economic stimulus is all Americans want is more
More of what Mr. Moore has more of him then him and one lovely daughter
But does anyone realize that billions of people on this planet are drinking stagnant and parasitic
water?***
So this may only be conjecture but I heard some gentleman saying something
Something about he bought his wife a flawless six carat diamond ring
S**t, sell that ring and feed……. House…… and clothes billions of people and let them praise the
rich
Or instead purchase a new Ferrari, Lamborghini or Excalibur for your dyed platinum blonde
b***h
©2011.…..Phreepoetree
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profoundly easily you can change one person’s life for a very long time…..Peace
out…..Phreepoetree
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THE HOUR…..AND I CAN’T even TYPE THE WORD B***h, AND PRECISELY HOW MANY YOUNG
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store THE THIRD WORLD WEEPS FIRST
The other day I was perplexed so I pondered and reckoned
It occurred to me that the Third World always comes second
The other night I came to the conclusion that what’s really the worst
Is that the Industrial Nations always come first
Hey, it’s more important for Mr. Important to get his T-Bone steak
Then to look at youthful skin and bones that cause my heart to break
I hear all the pleas for donations from some organizations
But why would anyone collect money for other irrelevant nations?
We’ve got our own problems to reflect and repair
So forget those hungry mothers whose breasts have no milk to share
Simply make sure he’s comfy with Tammy his assistant on a plush leather chair
Mrs. Important knows about Tammy and finds this whole exercise in selfishness quite fair
Well fair it ain’t and I can tell you why in ways by the score
Because no matter how our economic stimulus is all Americans want is more
More of what Mr. Moore has more of him then him and one lovely daughter
But does anyone realize that billions of people on this planet are drinking stagnant and parasitic
water?***
So this may only be conjecture but I heard some gentleman saying something
Something about he bought his wife a flawless six carat diamond ring
S**t, sell that ring and feed, house, and clothes billions of people not named Jones and you
won’t have to keep up with the rich
Or instead purchase a new Ferrari, Lamborghini or Excalibur for your b***h
©2011.…..Phreepoetree
If you have the time and the inclination to do so….Google “Water Charity,” and see how
profoundly easily you can change one person’s life for a very long time…..Peace out….or
in…..~free cee!~
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ANYTIME ANYWHERE THEY WOULD COME TO POETRYSOUP TO LOOK AT A profane WORD
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I cannot bring my child into this world.
This isn't the world I was hoping for.
No. Nothing can surmount from this.
We say we work for a living.
No. We work to die.
We feast from a green hand,
Thick and fat with desire.
We grow fat too;
Fat with our sticky putrid smiles,
Our simple heads,
Our obedient lovers,
This eager child.
We work until our greens fade to gray.
We roll over;
Greasy pearls at our throat,
The cold sweat stink
Of Coq Au Vin at our tongue,
and lay ourselves in the dirt.
But I am from the dirt.
I am from the earth.
I am from the world where
We work only to survive.
That old world,
That dead world.
I was displaced here by some
Perpetual mother,
Some perfect version of truth.
And I fed.
I nursed the palm of that mossy hand.
I became that fat, simple by-product;
That fleshy, mold covered spider.
And once I was a kingfisher,
A songbird,
A mother.
I tremble in my own corpulent,
Unfortunate shadow.
Disgusted by the hideous web
I ceaselessly spin abound me.
I suffer it yet
I cannot suffer it.
No. I will not.
I will let my head fall,
Slick and wet upon your floor;
Seeping through your
Perfect pink Persian floral carpet,
Your sweet black cherry colored wood,
That dank under hearth.
I'll let it bleed down to the earth
Before I let an innocent
Stand before you.
No. There is no room left here
For an innocent
And the stink of my pale purple exterior
Would threaten the strength
Of those young lungs.
No. I cannot bring you into this,
My dear willing child.
I will not bring my child into this world.
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Hey, what's with all this silence.
Hey, like me is it driving you nuts.
I feel like I'm drowning.
I, say it's time we stand up.
I, think they wanna keep us in this rut.
The rules of this world are to constricting.
Just scream, Let them know your alive.
Just scream, tell them all about your side.
Scream and let the heavens above hear you.
So scream, let them know who you are
Scream, let the world know you have come this far.
Just scream and I'll come and join you.
No, we won't hear you words of indecision.
No, you can't leave until you listen.
We've grown tired of your lies.
Yes, you can hear glass breaking.
Yes, these are our hands shaking.
All our rage from the inside.
Truth, something they won't speak or hear.
Truth, has been absent for so many years.
Why can't they stop lying.
Exposed, we can see now who they are.
Exposed, the light has run out in their star.
We can see now they're all crying.
Just scream, let them know your alive.
Just scream, tell them all about your side.
Scream and let the heavens above hear you.
So scream, let them know who you are.
Scream, let the world know you have come this far.
Just scream, and I'll come and join you.
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And when his number was called
He stood before the judges' panel
Ready to make his statement.
Their question:
'What do you seek?'
To which he replied:
'I seek the means to endless fame, fortune, and the adoration of millions.
It is my gift I give them so that they may forever know my name.'
But drowning in his bottomless well of pride
He was not prepared for their answer:
'In a world where you know nothing,
Where every event you've ever lived through has been almost entirely out of your control,
You covet the higher status, like millions of those around you.
Yet you did not know what you ask, for you assumed
It was your right to take by force.
Only select few reach the status you seek
Only to learn the same lesson we offer you today:
It is not of God, and so you do not desire it.’
It was then he disappeared forever into the shadows,
Where it was his only role to observe
The strange and curious world within his heart.
It was then he truly learned to stay silent and remain anonymous
To all save those who wished to listen
And could resonate with what he had to say.
now allow me to get these infintile rules straight, i cannot use profanity, but may I
at least employ the word "profanity?"
RESOLVED TO REVOLVE
Constantly
Consistently
Caustically
Persistently
Yet I resist with resolve
As the world revolves
I’ll constantly be plagued by sorrow
I’ll consistently be afraid of tomorrow
Caustically and casually comes you, a casualty
Then I begin to persistently beg for neutrality
And remain fortified by resolve and a resolution
But here and now I declare this a revolution
It’s just two stagnant people standing still as the world revolves
And we’ve got worldwide problems no one ever solves
So if you are constantly, consistently and caustically going to harass me with
persistency
I’d say that my disdain for the likes of you is only in its infancy
And it shall grow likewise as does a field of wicked weeds
So with a bow I leave you now because you have too many f***** needs
And I’ll write you persistently to inform you of where the virgin road leads
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
These footsteps fell harder than yesterday’s
Harder than most actually
Nonetheless, the urge to take what is mine in the world and go is…
Frustratingly close to the heart of who I thought I was.
So these footsteps remind the world that running is…..
These footsteps feel heavier than last week’s
I guess the weight of it all finally reached my feet.
Nonetheless, with cemented shoes like the ones my relativity wore before me
I run.
So these footsteps remind just me, that running is…
There is nothing like running
The wind at the back of you
The rush of leaving what you know you are coming back to
Only somehow the time spent away from it
Feels like the hope you remember.
These footsteps feel as if they have lead me astray
Most of them guide me directly toward the impending finish line
But it looks as if I have never started running.
I’ve unknowingly unlaced my shoes
Exposed my socks to the air they have so desperately been missing
Sat down next to my problems
And
Talked to him about what running is.
They make asprin's to help ease pain of headache and body malfunction. So I have
a personal vendetta against the steroid-maker and performance enhanchers drugs
that these baseball player's and any other professional athelete's use to make them
stronger as they think-but end doing more to there psyche than the public image of
there particular sports. WHY(?) when the world is in dire-straight for the future gen-
eration that's to follow, of an idol. WHY(?) because millon's of dollar's are at staked
could that be reason enough, no I don't think so. The world of amature baseball is
blighted by the news of favorite athelete's admire by so many kids and adult's alike.
Now what do we do for a "Hero". Scar, by controversy over this enempt drug, will our
future generation copy the method of famous star's such as Barry Bond, Alex Rodriquez,
and so-so many other's. Stop making the "Damb-junk and your worse nightmire of some-
day loosing the game outright may never occur!!.
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RESOLVED TO REVOLVE
Constantly
Consistently
Caustically
Persistently
Yet I resist with resolve
As the world revolves
I’ll constantly be plagued by sorrow
I’ll consistently be afraid of tomorrow
Caustically and casually comes you, a casualty
The I begin to persistently beg for neutrality
And remain fortified by resolve a resolution
But here and now I declare this a revolution
It’s just two stagnant people standing still as the world revolves
And we’ve got worldwide problems only mediation is able to solve
So if you are constantly, consistently and caustically going to harass me with
persistency
I’d say that my disdain for the likes of you is only in its infancy
And it shall grow likewise as does those wicked weeds
So with a bow I leave you now because you have too many f***** needs
And I’ll write you consistently, constantly and persistently to inform you of where
the virgin road leads
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Why can't we scream our minds aloud
Let the world hear our thoughts
It does not matter who's around
Even though our minds were caught
If you did it they will hurt your reputation
Are thoughts are a form of evil
Mine have already been through tough times
The world will dye if you hear my thoughts
If you do it, the police will kill you
The stupid censorship will kill you
The popular kids will kill you
Worst of all the teachers will kill you
Well I do it anyways
My brain is just a big maze
Of thoughts and characters
That is how I live
My thoughts are very sexual
They make the girls very horny
I think like an intellectual
I already come off as hornny
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! call the police
He is expressing his thoughts and feelings
He is dangerous, don't let Sherman go
Kill the pervert, Heil mtv heil
He doesn't respond
he is a wierdo kill him
BOOM!!!!!
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