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You dodged my logic
You drove my ego down
You seen my potential
You said hell no I’ll kill it
Childhood upheaval the blame
Mother forsaken your innocence
Resentment; every cutie gotta render
Pay the piper of your hatred,
Your hatred of women existence
Numb to affection like a heroin high
Heroine slave to your cold heartless
Mislaying myself to your inner demons
“Whatever you like” to gain your attention
Bargaining my spirit to accomplish minimum
Minimum of force to catch my woes
Reckless to the idea of my needs
Leaving me in love alone
Left me to fend for your presence
Searching for me…I’m lost into you….
This is the legend of Jack’s father
and to brag about him Jack won’t even bother
‘cause truth is not a virtue he inherits
and integrity’s a trait beneath his merits
Jack’s father takes the tip off every table
and parks his car in spots for the disabled
yeah Jack knows he’s a gambler and a liar
(not the mentor he was hoping to aspire)
If he can get away with stuff he WILL try
and he’s always at the ready with an alibi
Like the time he told Jack’s mother he’d be working late
when he was out with his mistress on a dinner date
But Jack’s mother’s oh-so-clever in her own way
she tells Jack “your dad will pay the piper someday
his lack of love and character will soon show
and there’ll be nothing of a legend left when he goes."
Her prediction was quite evident that weekend
when Jack’s father tried to steal from his best friend
but he couldn’t out run the Pit bull that was inside
(the neighbors just stood filming him as he cried)
“Oh help me please I’m really not a bad bloke”
but he became the 'butt' of every lame joke
‘cause his rear end bears the scars below his britches
(Jack's mum can't help but smile while doin' dishes)
They found the smoking dagger
Happiness is a loving family in another city
True friends stab you in the front
He’s a wolf in cheap clothing
He received a decease and desist order
I shot the wind out of his saddle
He’s not the one with his ass in a noose
I’m watching everything you do with a fine-tuned comb
It’s as easy as falling off a piece of pie
Robbing Peter to pay the piper
It’s time to grab the bull by the tail and look him in the eye
You can’t change the spots on an old dog
Step up to the plate and lay your cards on the table
He’s a little green behind the ears
We have to get all our ducks on the same page
The fan is gonna hit the roof
Wake up and smell the coffee on the wall
People are dying like hotcakes
It's as easy as falling off a piece of cake
A stitch in time gathers no moss
He was burning the midnight oil at both ends
It sticks out like a sore throat
It's not exactly rocket surgery
I wouldn’t be caught dead with a ten-foot pole
The sweater was all moth-eared
A loose tongue spoils the broth
You're not the brightest bulb in the knife drawer
I shot the wind out of his saddle
I have a lot of black sheep in my closet
And my all time favourite...
She’s suffering from a detached rectum
The Enchantress with the Greenest of Eyes
This lady is quite lovely and most fascinating with the greenest of eyes,
And she’ll easily captivate and bewitch all men she meets with no surprise.
This lady has the reddest of hair, long and full, with such a lustrous sheen,
And with her soft skin and a nubile appearance she looks just like a queen.
This lady’s grace of movement and mellifluous voice are most charming,
Which makes her all the more enthralling to men and at once most disarming.
Now one can see why this Enchantress with her comely visage of pulchritude,
Can make easy work of the men she meets and mesmerizes with such certitude.
This reflects that some people in life are not what they always appear to be,
And this Enchantress wears such a mask hiding her true self—for no one to see.
Since this is the reality for men who fall for this lady while making their pitch;
It will be obvious to many of them over time that this Enchantress is a Witch!
For men who succumb to the spell of this Enchantress, it’s time to pay the Piper,
And so they will now meet the real person behind her mask who is Satan’s Viper!
With powers of sorcery and debauchery supreme this Enchantress sets her goals,
Which is to sow fear in her victims—bringing eternal damnation to their souls!
For men who might meet this Enchantress, don’t look deeply into her green eyes!
This deep look will lock your soul under her evil power and bring on your demise!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, January 20, 2015 (Rhyme)
There's a price to be paid for everything.
Nothing in life is free;
So be sure of a thing and the price to be paid,
Is it worth it? If not let it be.
We pay a price for whatever we do.
Where we go, who we see, what we say.
Even the way we wear our hair,
Is discussed and recounted next day.
Nobody worries 'bout right or wrong,
Or gives credit for circumstance.
Nobody cares if you're misunderstood,
Or about your innocence.
People watch people, for sure this is true.
It's self entertainment they seek;
So they watch other people in hopes they will find,
Some excitement to perk up their week.
So be careful about the places you go.
Speak clearly whenever you speak.
Be careful about the way you dress.
Keep your manner mild and meek.
People bend words and make up tales,
About who they saw when and where.
They care little about who they hurt with their words,
As long as they get to share.
They seek entertainment, popularity,
They seek to be amused.
They don't think about their target,
Or how they're being used.
But nothing in life is free, My Dear,
And they'll pay the piper too.
They'll pay for their words and they'll pay for their deeds,
Just like me and you.
Happy New Year
The curtains are closed, everybody’s sleeping in.
They all had a busy day, bringing this Christmas in.
They have shopped and cooked and drunk alcohol all day.
There is no energy left for another day of play.
The roads are quiet, the shops are all closed.
Those up and about really look half dozed.
I feel sorry in a way for all those that celebrated
They look quite knacked now, their wallets very deflated
There is just time, to recover a little bit.
It’s few days before, they all restart living it.
The shopping, eating, drinking all through the day.
Welcoming the New Year in, with kisses and horseplay.
I wish you all well, with the strength to get through it.
Happy New Year, to all of you that will do it.
I hope you have strength to get though that night.
But remember the New Year doesn't start after after midnight.
Save some strength and resilience you need to carry on.
Another year must pass, before the next one.
A new year and none will know whatever it may bring
Be prepared to pay the piper, if the fat lady starts to sings
©~GG~2011
Karma in this life
(It's my season now)
By Michelle Morris
19/11/2022
They took me for granted
They used me up for fun
Enjoyed fun and games
Not caring how it hurt
But, they forget the lesson
About karma in this life
It's time to pay the piper
It's time to set it right
'Cos it's my season now
And I am rising high
I am free to fly
Like a shooting star
Yeah, it's my season now
And you're trailing in my wake
I've forgotten all about you
But you'll remember your mistakes
Don't let people bully you
Don't let them hurt your soul
Walk away and forgive them
Find a better place for your home
Energy is everything
And you can make it high
You deserve love and care
On your life's highway
So, sing it now...
'Cos it's my season now
And I am rising high
I am free to fly
Like a shooting star
Yeah, it's my season now
And you're trailing in my wake
I've forgotten all about you
But you'll remember your mistakes
We only get one life
But it's special and it's ours
We need to live it clean
We need to raise the bar
There's no need for darkness
Anger or regrets
If you're kind to everyone
You'll be a better friend
And you can live it now...
'Cos it's my season now
And I am rising high
I am free to fly
Like a shooting star
Yeah, it's my season now
And you're trailing in my wake
I've forgotten all about you
But you'll remember your mistakes
I've forgotten all about you
But you're paying for your mistakes
© Michelle Morris, 2022
There's a price to be paid for everything.
Nothing in life is free;
So be sure of a thing and the price to be paid,
Is it worth it? If not let it be.
We pay a price for whatever we do;
Where we go, who we see, what we say.
Even the way we wear our hair,
Is discussed and recounted next day.
Nobody worries 'bout right or wrong,
Or gives credit for circumstance.
Nobody cares if you're misunderstood,
Or about your innocence.
People watch people, for sure this is true.
It's self entertainment they seek;
So they watch other people in hopes they will find,
Some excitement to perk up their week;
So be careful about the places you go,
Speak clearly whenever you speak.
Be careful about the way you dress.
Keep your manner mild and meek.
People bend words and make up tales,
About who they saw when and where.
They care little about who they hurt with their words,
As long as they get to share.
They seek entertainment, popularity,
They seek to be amused.
They don't think about their target,
Or how they're being used;
But nothing in life is free, My Dear,
And they'll pay the piper too.
They'll pay for their words and they'll pay for their deeds,
Jusy like me and you.
People are obedient to the power they serve
the source of all conflict and war works for the devil
No one in governmental positions ever calls for peace
they put sanctions on nations to fill their own ill bred pockets
we all can see clearly that greed plays its hand through bloodshed
Those old men sacrificing the young to do their dirty work
cowardly office boys sitting on their laurels hiding behind a desk
the mask has slipped revealing back stabbers
hiding behind a smoke screen the true origin sits
Pay the piper to play a different tune one with hope for the future
this destructive path the world is on is driven by fear
believing in something without evidence to back it up as existing
Slowly many will awaken to find it all is to late
when a majority can no longer be achieved without conflict
sad state of affairs as many have avoided learning
from the past mistakes tyrants and dictators work against God
With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters...
Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats,
Cackling crones in pointy hats
Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair
To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair.
Next a drop of your blood to mix into the stew
As they mutter and moan o'er this most loathsome brew.
Harken well as the hags recite ancient verses
That invoke magic spells and malevolent curses.
An elixir for love, another for fame,
If fortune's your goal, play the witches' game.
If malice or spite for another's your bent,
They've special potions for ladies, and some just for gents.
But be wary, my friends, for I'm telling you true,
When the game is played out, and the bill has come due,
Don't try to renege, and don't be a griper,
If you dance to his music, you must pay the piper.
Pay promptly on time, don't default or denounce,
'cause witches are bit**es when checks start to bounce.