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Ever been treated like you’re a slice of cake?
By the kind of sleazy men that slither like a snake?
They’re not the type to give
They’re the kind that always take.
Know your worth, be strong, pay attention, stay awake.
This is what I say to men who think they are so slick.
“I’m a lady, not a hoe, a slice, a treat, a chick.
Go away, get lost, quit acting like a trick.
I'm not the one to buy your lines that you spread on so thick.
I’m not some fresh baked cake that you can get a slice.
I’m not some frosting that you can sample anytime you like.
Even though you talk sweet, I know you’re nothing nice.
Play with fire and get burned, Cheat and pay the price.
You say I’m pretty and I’m sweet
That I look good enough to eat
You haven't tried to hide your lust
You haven't tried to be discreet.
Oh?!? a little bit this
And a little bit of that?
A generic compliment here...
Predictable flattery there?
A married man with an appetite
A piece of me, a taste, a bite
You talk about warm biscuits
Parted and buttered
As you stare at me.
You say I'm a hot dish
But don't you mean a side item?
Fast food?
In and out burger?
Did I offer myself...
Coffee, tea, me?
You want a dining experience
But this ain't Burger King!
You can't have it your way
I'm not a drive through
I'm not an order you grab to go
You can't stuff me in your mouth
Then burp out loud
Little pieces of me flying out
as you go about your day.
Why eat out?
That’s not what marriage is all about
Your spouse should be the only meal
A balanced dinner, that’s the deal
In the privacy of your home
But still you’re on the prowl and roam.
You say you only want a slice
And take no thought about my life.
You eat, wipe your mouth
Then say you've done no wrong.
But you're selfish and self-centered
That’s why I must be strong.
I’m not your food, set on a tray
Prepared for you to go filet
I’m not a snack that you can taste
Half consumed then left to waste.
Sugar-coated, insincere
Across the room you drool and leer.
You’re hungry, and you think I’m food
Weren’t you raised to know that’s rude?
I think the messqge here is clear
Im not a woman to be feared
I only ask you for respect
Or keep on going and forget
I hope one day you understand
Strap ya helmet on
and while you at it
pass the keys, we'll
ride and eat on
words for dinner,
homie pass the
peas,
I don't do this on
purpose, it's the
way things have to
be, I'll smack these
kids without a
daddy, little
bastards please.
Expand your mind a
bit and you can
comprehend the
flow, there's no
amor for garden
tools cause we
don't love them
hoes,
let William foot the
Bill that Matt can
wipe his feet on
quick, my potna
Rich concurs the
other Richard's just
a Dick.
These words can
read like any book,
don't be afraid to
look, goodfellas root
for guys in movies
living life like
shnooks,
you'll never freeze in
coal that people
use to feed the
heat, I spank on my
filet mignon
therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make
a pizza out of $100
notes, cause all
you need is sauce
and cheese with
lots of flattened
dough,
your car breaks
down in traffic?
Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and
whilst you wait get
stoned with lots of
dro that rock ya
dome.
They call me Mr.
Heinz cause you're
in back and can't
catch up, you'll get
the FICA treatment
when I'm taxin
that's whasup,
and that's no
homosexual, I'm
happy cause I'm
gay, my pounds are
like my methods so
it's 2-8-0 my weigh.
I hope y'all get the
message how
it's 'sposed to come
across, I clean my
teeth with currency
so yes indeed I
floss,
the doctor wants to
rush and send the
people to their day,
I guess it's safe to
say he has no
patience either way.
My wordplay is a
blessing like the
other side of sin,
when makin love it's
guaranteed I will
arrive again,
so come and join
the sideshow 'cept
the magic isn't blue,
I wear my t-shirts
circle necked when
rollin with my crew.
To read is
fundamental but to
not is dumb as hell,
some people love
stupidity, I wish the
others well,
my word'll slide
inside a chick and
keep her tunnel hot,
it's verbal
intercourse
vernacully I've
touched the spot.
Flaming steaks and ice cold drinks
you thought good food had become extinct
until you ate here and gave us a nod and a wink.
Appetizers galore with soft stringy cheese sticks, artichoke hearts deep fried
with a taste of parmesan cheese and a dip to please.
bacon wrapped shrimp you might want to frame, seared sea scallops that
make you want to gallop, stuff mushrooms that'll make you croon, escargot
and baked claims as you eat them you'll definitely leave a stain
Ice burg lettuce or romaine with fresh dressing all homemade.
Lobster bisque soup with a deep rich taste if you don't like
seafood try Tomato bisque instead, French onion soup either a bowel
or cup just don't be a glut.
Your auntre is about to start your just warming up
hot garlic bread with a wonderful spread, Chris's secret recipe if he
told you how he made it you'd be dead.
Succulent steaks porterhouse, ribeye, serlion, T-bone and of course filet
add garlic or lemon butter to dip, 'hooray!'
Chicken flew by giving you legs and wings deep fried
want a little less oil try the fresh grilled chicken
fit for a royal.
Hamburger, cheeseburger just choose your cheese and of course
add bacon please. Want an egg on top sunny side up
when you squeeze the bun it will definitely erupt.
The beef is so fresh the cows stopped mooing when
it hit the grill with no sign of stress.
Vegetable melody or a little broccoli please.
The potato why so many things I can do
baked, French fried, homefried or even mashed
some round or shaped like a torpedo.
Baked fish Talapia, Flounder or even Sea Bass
'Oh' so fresh. We have an aquarium in the back,
just teasing we use a pole and bait at our near by lake.
End the evening as you sit back with a luscious sweet dessert
but please don't drool bibs are provided if needed
or even a paper sack on your way out.
Just remember as my Daddy always said,
'You all come back now you hear, friends are like family
and we hold you all dear!'
Coming Soon: The new "Fire and Ice Grill and Pub"
T Reams
I think it is time that I take a stance
on an issue of supreme importance,
I’ve stayed quiet on it for far too long,
to keep living a lie feels so wrong,
I hope this doesn’t sound hokey or trite,
I expect much flak from the left and right,
but it’s clear that when all is said and done,
friend chicken is truly made of awesome.
There! It’s said! Let controversy begin,
but I’ll repeat it, again and again!
Fried chicken is God made into a food,
don’t care if that sounds blasphemous or rude,
the crunch that proceeds mouth-watering bites
is enough to set a bad mood to rights,
A savory flavor, the spice and the grease…
with more fried chicken, we could have world peace,
it would taste so good that we’d just want more,
be too busy eating to have time for war.
Doused in Cajun spice, or southern-style,
it’s a meal you’ll remember for a while,
cut into tenders, fun for the kids,
shape to a filet, you’ll be glad you did,
load it with barbeque, sweet-and-sour,
put it on a waffle at breakfast hour,
you can shape it into tasty nuggets,
or take it old school, in a big bucket,
it’s nearly as good cold as when it’s warm,
for most common foodstuffs, that’s not the norm.
Some folks get nervous about this delight,
since chicken has its own stereotypes:
Black folks like friend chicken, I think that’s true,
since everybody does, no matter the hue.
Honestly, can you think of on single place
where people don’t clamor for this fine taste?
Even doctors who say we must watch our weight,
in secret declare,’Fried chicken is great!’
The vegans say they hate it, think meat is bad,
this must be the reason they’re always mad,
if I had to lie, deny what I cave,
I’d probably be stalking ’round in a rage.
And so I will shout it, near everywhere,
call me a paid shill, I just do not care,
beyond Cornell recipe nothing can beat
the taste of a chicken fried in high heat,
try to deny this, it cannot be done,
fried chicken is truly made of awesome.
Strap ya helmet on and while you at it pass the keys,
we'll ride and eat on words for dinner, homie pass
the peas,
I don't do this on purpose, it's the way things have to
be, I'll smack these kids without a daddy, little
b@st@rds please.
Expand your mind a bit and you can comprehend the
flow, there's no amor for garden tools cause we
don't love them h03s,
let William foot the Bill that Matt can wipe his feet on
quick, my homie Rich concurs the other Richard's
just a D1ck.
These words can read like any book, don't be afraid
to look, goodfellas root for guys in movies living life
like shnooks,
you'll never freeze in coal that people use to feed the
heat, I spank on my filet mignon therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make a pizza out of $100 notes, cause
all you need is sauce and cheese with lots of
flattened dough,
your car breaks down in traffic? Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and while you wait get stoned with
lots of dro that rock ya dome.
They call me Mr. Heinz cause you're in back and
can't catch up, you'll get the FICA treatment when I
tax you thas whasup,
and that's no homosexual, I'm happy cause I'm gay,
my pounds are like my methods so it's 2-8-0 my
weigh.
I hope y'all get the message how it's 'sposed to
come across, I clean my teeth with dollars so indeed
ya homie floss,
the doctor wants to rush and send the people to their
day, I guess it's safe to say he has no patience
either way.
My wordplay is a blessing like the other side of sin,
when makin love it's guaranteed I will arrive again,
so come and join the sideshow 'cept the magic isn't
blue, I wear my t-shirts circle necked when rollin with
my crew.
To read is fundamental but to not is dumb as h31l,
some people love stupidity, I wish those people well,
my word'll slide inside the spot and keep the tunnel
hot, it's verbal intercourse vernacully I touch the spot.
Pills and potions instrumental by Nicki Minaj
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
These feelings that I keep having
Be having me feeling like I'm dragging
I be trying to put the past behind
Pat my self on the back I'm doing just fine
Life sometimes feel like a nursery rhyme
I can still hear it time after time
Then I remember this voice in my head
That said
There is more to you than what people see
And have you heard of jealousy
They get bent out of shape for me being me
But I am one of a kind
Will forever be on someone mind
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
People in life
Can be so judgemental
Do the math
See the differential
Love to see you down
Hate to see you up
Comfortability
Will get you stuck
Got to dig your way out
Out the mud we Know what that's about
We cut from different cloths
We can always be a boss
But it come with determination
No matter what you facing
There will be some fakes
That will clap
And in reality treat you like crap
So what do we do
Take the lense see the view
Realize the real from the fake
Gourmet meals on my plate
Filet mignon and the steak
Come here lets share
Real ones will always be there
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
Hook
Emotions running through me
No longer care
How people view me
And I start to run
Touch the moon and the sun
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
02/08/2022
2020 and everything is getting clearer
With the New Year getting nearer
There is a news show named 2020
It is journalism done for the money
The hosts enjoy reading page six of the New York Post
But as for worthy information
This is a question that should be a raisin
With journalism students you know I am say in
It is a new decade
And it must be stated
There are many franchise’s needs
That could breed a thought of American greed
There is a chick filet here there is a chick filet there
But why does Chick Filet seem so scared
They said it was a football game with the peach name
But what it’s in the bowl really looks all the same
Now that it is over does that mean we all went under
Putting all these chicks as filets in the desert city was a blunder?
As for star bucks it must be said
Things could of went straight to their head
With all the types ready for brew
You would think they knew what was going on too
There is something really hot inside their locations which is a lot
It is a caffeinated high and a place for a girl to meet a nice guy
Throughout the next 365 days many the journalist who do their work for large pay will say
Politicians will flock to every community block
Looking for votes to win power positions that are not a joke
Take in stride this 2020 ride as not only a show but a reason to glow
You see the roar in twenties have returned
And we know this to be firm
Since success is the term
That everyone should learn
Make 2020 the best ever
When pulling life’s lever
It does not matter which party you are at
Just be honest with yourself knowing that
Bring on the new year and with out any fear
With one big cheer and maybe a tear.
A completely non religious write, I think!
The universe is nothing yet everything, inward then outwardly led
has tried every configuration possible, peanuts to stellar nursery beds
Mixing this and that together, now it's growing inside our heads
Bringing conscious thoughts to light, through our blood it spreads
Perhaps a self centred entity, trying to comprehend from where it came
Using every calculation ever made, from Confucius to murderous Cain
Loves human ingenuity, though indiscriminate to the healthy and lame
Lets everything run its course, including nazism and crack cocaine
So what's the ultimate purpose, I mean time's always on its side,
Expand forever, test every combination that human life provides
Hanging around going nowhere, indifferent to watching us die
Refusing to interact for a second, as we contagiously laugh and cry
Well it's not good enough I'm afraid, to experiment at any price
Allowing us to breed like rabbits, or are we your laboratory mice
Chaos here, randomness there, fancy our chances, roll the dice
Some gorge on filet mignon, others cannot afford a bowl of rice
So the million dollar question I'm asking, everyone wants to know
Are you listening universe, or is some god actually running the show
Putting 2 and 2 together, is not beyond where my mind can go
Answer's simple, but you constantly move the goalposts as I grow
(Universe replies)
Oh ye of little faith, (jesting) intelligent beings are in times of trial
You've been looking for meaning, before my pharaohs ruled the Nile
The truth is, there's none today, but that will all change in a little while
Hang on in there, we're almost home, it's going to end in some style
By
David Kavanagh
POEM " GOLDEN ARCHES " by martin gedge
A billion mounds of revenue to satisfy the man
a building block won't stop the Kroc to monopolize the brand
across a thousand countries just to occupy the land
and prey upon a feeding frenzy zoo
relentless pitch investing was the meaning of success
put to every market share the weight of every test
finding the right formula to suit the suitor best
with the others lacking size to fit the shoe
from every single burger to the french potato guy
so quick with every chicken or filet o' fish to fry
another golden nugget in the apple of their pie
and a double stack of Mac beyond compare
a cold and chilly shake was just a break from soda pop
while brewing every morning was your coffee good and hot
the goal was never ending always changing couldn't stop
and you can see the golden arches everywhere
to think to crack an egg was just a leg up in the plan
a bacon strip a sausage pig or slice of peameal ham
to top it off a biscuit or a muffin plated jam
with everything to feed your family
they introduced an audience to a face and painted clown
a company of characters to parade their way cross town
for kids they built a fortune in a house with a playground
and with every branch they plant another tree
I once was an employee and to think it taught me well
the satisfaction in knowing it was all suggestive sell
the secret is the sauce and you know I cannot tell
don't need to even ask or have the nerve
for every Mickey D's there's a number here in case
of every walk it touches every color every race
the one that puts the arches on a child's golden face
with every single smile that they serve..
by martin gedge.©
Why won't mama go to bed
Said Ned to Freddy Flake
I don't think she has been fed
There must be some mistake
Freddy gives to Mama Eddy
Children for her sake
Eddy lives for Papa Freddy
And their home to make
Sunny, Honey, and Baby Bunny
Still flip with joy for back rubs
Funny Sunny, said that Honey
Likes to drip in bathtubs
Dizzy brothers, Doug and Dan
Are driving Papa crazy
Busy mothers never can
Do much when dad is lazy
Freddy fried the fish he caught
That Eddy wouldn't buy
Teddy tried the dish for naught
And flung the head goodbye
Teddy's hummer flew by Freddy
Soundly striking sister Sunny
Freddy's dumber kid by Eddy
Never was profoundly funny
Eddy baked a scrumptious plate
Of cornbread just for Honey
Teddy staked a bumptious trait
By stealing corn from Bunny
Bunny cried as Sunny tried
To wrestle Teddy's dish away
Sunny sighed as Honey eyed
The plate with Freddy's fish filet
Teddy flew to Freddy's bed
To flee from Sunny bopping
Eddy knew that Teddy's head
Was free for Bunny hopping
Eddy bagged a loaf of bread
To save the best for Neddy
Freddy snagged the loaf instead
To feed that dumb oaf Teddy
Teddy tried the loaf of bread
And offered thanks to Freddy
Freddy lied because he said
He bought the loaf for Teddy
Eddy claimed he was misled
The bread was made for Neddy
Teddy blamed his mom instead
And threw the bread at Eddy
Eddy stirred the plot again
But didn't doubt that day
Freddy heard a lot and then
He watched her drive away
Eddy drove from all the drama
Leaving Fred and Teddy too
Teddy dove to catch his mama
And the bread that Bunny threw.