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Misuse of services by force or labour without payment
To get over this be patient
We’re getting the repayment
No haste, just wait there are rules to follow
Article 23 forbids this so you just swallow
Just cause remuneration is given in labour
It’s not in your favour, to escape the aver
Following this right is your only saver
Forcing helpless women into prostitution is called unconstitutional
So start a revolution to make an evolution
The constitution, is an institution, to make a resolution, in an elocution
If it all goes wrong make a devolution
Trafficking involves the buying and selling of men and women
Let’s make it our mission to help the men and women
The next right is given it’s the right to culture and education
Measures to protect the rights of cultural, linguistic, and religious minorities
Following this right is our number one priority
By protecting them against discrimination
Use your imagination, to appreciate this creation cause in our generation we’ll achieve liberation
Citizens having a distinct language, script, or culture of their own
Be who you want to be either Drake or Post Malone
Pick up the phone because you’re not alone
So if you wanna be known take your seat on the throne
Prohibit discrimination against any citizen
Cause we are one working together we’ll hit a home run
This rule has important necessities
Just like the right to constitutional remedies
Identified as a right to own or possess something
Land, automobile it could be anything
Dispose it when you want to
There’s no one that can stop you
To have an enforceable claim to benefit of it
This right is your permit to get the property that you think fits
That focuses on the exclusive right to ownership
So I’ll admit and you submit to the dealership
Distinguishes between possession of property
The right states everything is perfect and properly
Don’t take it as a mockery
And that my friends was the 7 constitutional lotteries
Thank you for each of my children and my wonderful wife.
Thank you for their mothers through whom you gave life.
No matter what any of us think about You.
You honor your word and your love is so true!
I'm ashamed when I doubt that you'll come through.
But you always do and God I'm so grateful to you.
What reason would you the Creator need to lie?
Those you've created deny you before they even try.
I admit there's so much I don't know about you.
But I do know all my troubles you have got me through.
When I was in need you sent someone my way.
At just the right time with the right thing to say.
There have been sometimes while watching TV.
The person would say something that spoke directly to me.
One time I had no money to pay a large bill.
A Nurse wrote a check saying. "God told me and I will!'
Another time I was without shelter, had nowhere to go.
You flashed in my mind and the exact place you did show.
I left a car in Denver, because I had no money to pay.
The dealership threaten me with prison, then said it's ok.
"We'll write this one off and this matter is through.
I'm taken aback sir, why the Company's doing this for you!"
God, there are so many things and so many times.
That you have stepped in and it just blows my mind!
So many unexplained events, that I've seen you do.
I would have long given up Lord, had it not been for you.
You surely are there even though You I cannot see.
Every problem I've had, you have come through for me.
I wish the whole world knew just how much you really care.
To anyone that happens to read this, I say "Trust God, he's there!"
I met Elizabeth
during my flirtation with English Literature in 1963.
Another lesbian,
pretty blonde with
soft hands and beautiful legs.
I used to pick up Elizabeth
at the counselling center
where she was trying to be cured.
When the university found her out
they hinged expulsion on her success.
I fell passionately
in love with Elizabeth
with all my post adolescent yearning,
the feel and the look of her.
She allowed me her company
and the freedom to dream.
Her father owned an
automobile dealership in Baltimore.
Well-to-do. I could never meet their expectations.
Part of a disguise for her parents,
she knew I wasn't very good at it.
I followed Elizabeth
doggedly and drove her
where she wanted to go.
When she looked for a job
after she left college,
I drove her from office to office.
An editorial job in a small business magazine,
I was glad when she came out beaming.
Elizabeth had been interviewed by love,
She and the matronly magazine owner
immediately set up housekeeping together.
I could have been a friend to both but I melted.
Elizabeth never wrote me letters.
A doctor is just like a good mechanic but unless your body is broken down, there's no need to panic. Avoid unnecessary trips to a dealership, some diagnostic tests are only a rip. Be an advocate for your own health. You'll save some bucks and add to your wealth. Pay attention to fluids as they hold the key to maintaining the body's integrity. Strive to keep the engine clean, avoid dust and debris and eat mostly green. When feeling sluggish and unable to accelerate, replace those spark plugs, don't just wait. You want the blood to flow free, roto-rooter those arteries. Keep a constant awareness of your gait and just like tires, routinely rotate. Try to maintain an even tread with both your feet until your dead. At 30,60,90, come in for a test but don't tell the doc your mileage, just let him guess.
When I was a just little girl
Daddy told me a tale
About how I’d find my Prince
Then I’d wear a wedding veil
He said...
Your Prince will be brave and strong
He will keep safe you from harm
He’ll always stand right by your side
Proud to have you on his arm
He will share with you his riches
He’ll Comfort you at night
He’ll wipe away your falling tears
And when it’s dark, he’ll be your light
He will be honest and faithful
On him I could depend
For he would be the man
With whom my life I’d spend
I finally thought I met my Prince
Our wedding bells did chime
It didn’t take very long
To realize I married slime
Strong and Brave?
Late one night while sleeping
I heard a crash, “what was that?”
He quickly shoved me out of bed
“Don’t forget the baseball bat”
Stand beside me?
Nightly we would take a walk
But in his steps I would tread
For this loving Prince of mine
Was always many blocks ahead
Share his riches?
This always makes me laugh
He promised a new car I would get
But when we left the dealership
He drove off in his new Corvette
Honest and faithful?
How do I love thee?
Let me count the lies
Since when does faithful mean
Playing between another’s thighs
Daddy you said he’d wipe my tears
But that was just a lie
You see it was this loving Prince
That always made me cry
I don’t believe in fairy tales
Or that dreams will come true
I’ve only ever met one Prince
Daddy, that Prince was you!
I went to the shadchan
I listed what my wife should be
a pretty, funny, caring woman
But the shadchan laid it out for me:
"The type of woman who would look your way
Would be nearsighted, poor, a career missed
I have to be blunt, or I would betray
I've been around, trust me on this."
"You see, the mind is a computer"
"Sometimes unconsciously, factors get combined
Women do the math of what they want in a suitor
And you, poor shmuck, are not considered a find."
I was bitter, so I said, "they just smell cash"
But she replied, "you hypocrite, you're the same
"You want glamour, humor, and a dowry stash
That's how we all play that game."
"Men go for women who seem attainable
"Shared interests, smarts, or admiration
"The ratio of genders must be favorable.
If you select by race, add that to the equation."
"It's not that I want to be mean
"But beauty is signposts to evolution's goal
"A brain is designed to reproduce a gene
Even if infatuation grabs your soul."
So she found me a compatible mate
from a war-torn land far away
The lady was older, and overweight
And she denied that she was gay.
We went down that aisle, and tied the knot
But then I met a beauty at the car dealership
She was like a panther that the zoo forgot
She was funny, smart, my commitment flipped.
I was going to divorce my wife, this computation stuff was crap
When I was with this new girl, I felt like ten out of ten
Until one day I found her with a tinfoil cap
She was insane, believed in little green men.
You can't escape the computation
No matter how hard you try
Know your limits, your life station
That way, you won't have to cry.
There she was in plain view, clean, brightly colored, and not undercover.
As nice as she was, I don’t know why she was still there and not discovered.
She sat there quietly in a sales lot of an auto dealership. The only conclusion
I could draw was that she was waiting there, just for me.
I wasn’t sure that I could afford her, but I could not resist her beauty. I was happy to be fortunate enough to make her mine. So I started her wheels to rolling in the winter of 1974. That was when I bought my first car, a 1973 Maverick on that cold winter’s day.
Years later I would consider the matter, but at the time, little did I or the Maverick realize that her model in many respects represented the very essence of me. Not given to conformity or dependency, we had something in common.
She was a six cylinder and gold colored with a black vinyl top.
From Chicago to Wisconsin, she never despaired.
Through the icy and snowy trenches, I saw no flinches.
From Northern Mississippi to Central Florida,
not once did she complain, frown, or sigh.
Through the sun bleached moisture ascending through
The Gulf of Mexico, she never resisted or said no.
Nonconforming and unconventional, she shouldered a free spirit.
Unshackled by tradition, she cruised through the winds of freedom.
In the fall of 1978 with a cross on her antenna and a sticker on her bumper,
she took our young family 2000 miles to San Francisco without a hitch.
By then, my gold Maverick had served us well.
Her many miles were beginning to show and tell.
An inflated economy and high gas prices forced her to be benched.
We sold her to a dear friend in 1979, and I have missed her since.
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My children this is one miracle testimony
Of the many that I've seen God do.
As your father I would not share it,
If any part of it were not true.
We needed to relocate from Denver,
I planned for us to drive from there.
Took the car to a local mechanic,
The price of inspection and Analyzer was fair.
I returned for the car in a few days.
Before we were to leave.
He had inflated the final bill,
I was shocked, and just could not believe!
I do not have money like that!
The inspection you said was free.
His reply, the labor is what cost,
"Pay up or your car will stays with me!"
I panicked and put us on a flight,
My new job started in two days.
I did not have the money requested,
Couldn't think of any other way.
Fear took hold once when we reached St. Pete.
I said "Lord, I know I've done wrong.
I left that car in the mechanics lot,
And to the dealership it still belonged!
The next week the dealer called, asking for their car.
I said I left it in Denver a mile from where you are.
I told him that I panicked and had left it behind.
He said "I'll call you tomorrow, you've committed a crime!"
I cried and prayed to God above,
Saying I was wronged and didn't know what to do.
I'm trying to take care of my two kids,
Our fate now rest with You!
The next day the dealership person called,
"Said 20 years, I've never seen this before.
The Manager says He'll write it off.
Mr. Samples, you're free to go!"
This was nothing compared to some miracles,
I've seen when I was willing to believe.
God can do anything for you,
Must you must trust in order to receive!
Funny how independence
Can blind lack of choice
The feel of wheels
Silencing the roaring voice
Yellow, plain, drab
But it got me to my destination
Blaring the AM radio
While I chalked my delineation
Finally, graduating my goal
So I got myself a present
I wanted roast duck
But the dealership gave me pheasant
My partner wrecked my present
And took my decision power away
Every body I got was good for a time
Then turned to clay
Finally, free to be me
......WHO'S THAT......
Blindly I walked onto lots
Expecting care and compassion
They just wanted to sell, me,
A body decked in the latest fashion
Upside down, Topsy- Turvy
Became my new way of existence
No wrecks to report
In my system resistance
Finally, my wheels were given back
My name swiped with black ink
All that I tried to build
Now with dirty dishes, in the kitchen sink
I'm left with ME
Without deceit running about
The journey is arduous
But I'm finally finding out
.....I'm worth loving
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2024
A Clerk's Lament
A Clerk's Lament to the question “nine percent sales tax?”
“I'm just 22 and I simply don't care.
What's the point?
I cannot change anything and going nowhere.”
“That'll be one hundred and twenty-three, with change.”
The lessons taught by a Socialist is the individual's voice is lost to the masses,
that inflation comes like an economic abortion when everyone plays now,
and that the only prevailing message is dictated by a fascist.
by Martin Braun
December 29, 2023
Credit of what was taught by a clerk from the parts department of an auto dealership in Sonoma County, California. She hates her own generation.
Why is this... and who poisoned the well?