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I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist,
I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet
nothin' yet, and metballs sound great
but I don't wanna wait on line...
like deeze nice kids from North Carolina!
I tried to jump the line, but duh big guy...
a mean-looking man yells,
" Get back on line, weisnheimer... I don't like doze
kinda of guys...yuh're just another customer! "
I am so hungry I could jeet a big cow,
an' wanna give him a piece of my silly mind!
"Oh my god...he makes me mad!"
" Yuh got a lotta nerve, buddy! " I yell back...
" Don't yuh mess with a goomba! "
" Oh, my god...I sound like doze guys from Duh Sopranos...
I wanna no drama, just my meatballs hero and go! "
Duh tall, chubby man stares at me an' says," Listen to me,
don't yuh tawk to me like dat! "...
" Yuh think...yuh're so special!" I axeya
in a nice way, so go back to the line...an' wait like dey do!...
" Do yuh understand? "..." Someone tell me...whatta I'm gonna
do with an idiot like dat? "
" Yuh still laugh at me like I am tellin' yuh a whacky joke! "
He freezes my words...I can't tawk;
and with a huge hero in my hand, I run back to my scash!
Translation:
I'm driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst,
I am having a craving for a sandwich;
I haven't eaten anything yet, and meatballs look great,
but I don't want to wait in line...
like these nice kids from North Carolina!
I try to jump the line, but the big guy,
a mean-looking man looks at me and shouts,
" Get back in line, wise guy...I don't like those kind of guys!"
" You are just another customer!"
I'm so hungry I could eat a big cow,
and I want to give him a piece of my crazy mind,
but the tall, chubby man stares at me and says,
"Listen to me, don't you talk to me like that!"
"You think you are so special! I asked you in a nice way,
so go back in line... and wait like they do!"...
"Do you understand?..."Someone tell me...what I am going to do
with an idiot like that?..."You still laugh at me like I'm telling you a crazy joke!"
He freezes my words...I can't talk;
and with a huge sanwich in my hand,
I quickly run back to my old-beat-up car!
Entered in Debarah's Guzzi contest, " Dialects make the world go around "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me
One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot
Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine
Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know
The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time
We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic
Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on
Many men will hate me for shining light on this touchy subject
And women will inevitably want to throw me under a bus
But as sure as a virus is the root of a pandemic
This subject has breached our hull and is now leaking into us
Was it not inevitable this would happen to a culture?
Like roving hoards and idealogy will subjugate the weak
Our religion, arts, and cultural stories now eclipsed by flashy images
And our perceptions of who we are now come from commercial TV
I can image what it was like to be viewed as a witch on trial
And I realize I’m opening myself to the most soul-withering scrutiny
But most every man you meet has struggled with this very issue
And the long and short of this message is this is not about me
Perhaps my fear of women fuels my longing for power
And in this fantasy world nothing ever goes wrong for me
Or perhaps I should say that’s true until the show is over
Then I drown my empty feeling in the asylum of sleep
There are women I know, cherish and respect in my own way
Who I would not touch if I could, because they are my friends
But when I see these women performing these acts on video
It will make me sad because somewhere, someone cherishes them
I can imagine the judgment from those now reading this message
And the chasm of alienation caused by this impossible fantasy world
Propaganda so sophisticated even the Nazis would be jealous
Incinerating the innocence of so many boys and girls
With every view, these women are banished further away from me
But is it possible that all along that was my very goal?
I don’t understand them, and they don’t understand me
And sometimes I have to wonder if I hate their very souls
Then I think of women that inspire me like Shakespeare
Who I would without hesitation give my life to save theirs
Then I wonder if their man has his own hidden ***** stash
And is imprisoning their ‘lady’ in a cell of hopeless fears
I do not wish to plant a seed of doubt in the minds of women
For many men say they do not find *********** appealing
In many cases I guess these guy’s brains are wired differently
And regarding this widespread religion, I think many are not even lying
You tell me I should never judge,
When I cross paths with you.
That I should always show respect,
To what you say and do.
But when I share what I believe,
You tell me not to speak.
You say my thoughts offend your ears,
Then treat me like a freak.
Profanity pours from your mouth,
Your movies and your songs,
But if I take offense at this,
You tell me that I'm wrong.
And yet, the mention of God's name
Is more than you can bear.
You tell me I should hold my tongue,
While you curse without care.
You say I need an open mind,
Yet yours is closed to me.
You claim that faith has left me blind,
While you still fail to see.
You try so hard to silence God,
To cast Him from your sight,
While everything that you believe
Is brought into the light.
With indignation you demand
That I get with the times,
And reject this Dark Age dogma
That claims sin is a crime.
No tyrant living in the sky
Will set the rules for you!
As long as you don't break man's laws,
There's nothing more to do.
Since I believe in fairytales
I don't deserve respect.
Why listen to deluded words
You KNOW are incorrect?
And that is how you justify
Your blind hypocrisy.
This righteous indignation hides
Your flagrant bigotry.
Yet you think our reality
Can fit into a box.
That realms like this create themselves,
No need for building blocks.
From nothing's bitter emptiness,
Our universe arose,
A cosmos from oblivion,
Is the myth you propose.
What you believe is based on faith,
Truth can't be ascertained.
So why should I show you respect,
When you show me disdain?
Not one of us can offer proof,
For the things we believe.
And anyone who says they can,
Is trying to deceive.
So no, I will not hold my tongue,
Nor spare your tender ears,
I'll march my faith right down your street,
Despite your stones and spears.
I do not yield to hypocrites
Nor bow to bigotry.
And I will give you my respect,
When you give yours to me.
My temptation is great at times in my life.
At other times, it is lost and no to be found.
I know it will always be there within my mind.
It will confuse me and drive me so very mad.
No longer sad, because I have accepted it so,
As a part of my soul and inner self so bold,
Becoming part of me, I am outwardly bold.
I have accepted so richly, building on my life.
No one I know would ever consider it so.
There are so many others that I have found.
Some accept it; others would think I’m mad.
I hold it dear to me, hiding it inside my mind.
I am glad that no one could ever read my mind.
Though to act upon this temptation is bold,
To observe this thing would make someone mad.
So I hide it well inside and continue in life.
Some day my time will come, peace will be found.
No matter when, I understand that it will become so,
Maybe upon my destiny deal it shall become so.
It will never drive me insane and take away my mind.
Reality will take over someday releasing vision found.
Energy shall be released, no sacrifice to be bold.
There will be a new existence known inside of life.
My spirit will be complete and happy, not mad.
This success shall be gracious, not making anyone mad.
I hope that my happiness fulfilled with making it so.
However, possibly not since I will not know of this life.
For all memories of former life will be out of my mind.
To be able to recall my past, could I chance to be so bold?
Possibly souls are warped together and can be found.
Per chance, I could read these words, knowing what I found.
Though it is a possibility, that then I could go insanely mad.
Whatever happens in my soul again, could I be so bold.
I can only hope and pray that someday it will become so.
That the temptation of mine shall share only one mind,
That the combination of two, share just one life,
That truth is found with loving it so.
No longer, mad, in a calmer mind.
Creating someone bold, and compelling life.
I started thinking about, what my mouth says out loud but what my mind is screaming
inside...I am sure somebody knows what I'm talking about....Bare with me here.LOL
So I'm in the grocery store, and I see this girl I used to know-she always thought she was
better than me..."Oh no, here she comes-"She says "Hey girl, Oh it's so good to see you!!
My mouth says" Wow, what a wonderful surprise!!..But inside my mind was screaming, "If you
don't get away from me right now. "I swear I
will beat you down..
So my ex husband, asks me "Is it okay if I bring my girlfriend with me to pick up our
daughter..My mouth says "oh sure- no problem".....But inside my mind is screaming."what??
"Hell no"-"You gonna bring her -here-"To my house- Aw Y'all both in for a treat".
So I'm at Coco's..The waiter comes over and says,"Are you ready to order? I say sure,
"I'll have the Big bite.."She says okay-your order will be right up..Later she comes
bringing me a plate with hardly nothing on it...She asked" Is everything okay..My mouth
says, "Uh huh...Thank you. But inside my mind was screaming, "CHEAT- TED" "I've been
CHEATED..Big Plate,Little bite!!
So this guy I met a few months back...gave him my number and he just barely called me.."Is
this Tyesha, he asked"..I said "Yes, who is this..Gregg remember me from the store..I'm
like oh yeah, its been awhile..So then he starts to say, "Girl I been thinking bout
you.."You been on my mind along time..Now both my mouth and my mind, started
screaming.."Oh really?" Is that right? "About 3 months now you been thinking bout me and
you never called until now?? "He keeps rambling on and I just say "Look I don't know
what kind of game you trying to play but I'm not interested..."If you really wanted to get
to know me , You would have called the same day I gave you my number.."Okay... so see
ya,"wouldn't want to be ya...and uh Lose my NUMBER!!!Jerk..
Form:
‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’
Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …
Then, The Term Should Be: Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism
Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall
Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)
And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’, (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say
And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style
And that ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …
Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon
(I Prefer The Term: Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent
There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.
Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.
Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.
Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.
Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.
A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.
The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.
Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.
My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree
Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.
A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.
Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.
Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.
This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.
My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,
Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.
I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.
Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.
Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.
My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.
More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.
Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.
The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.
The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.
Arguments continue on it seems they never end.
So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.
Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.
It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.
Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.
Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.
Did you ever get a story in your head
A line or two just lying in your bed
You’d like to sleep but you don’t instead
You write your story - hope that it gets read
Don’t ask for I don’t know from whence it came
Or even how I conjured up her name
Or what it means or who it is to blame
It’s just a story that I had to frame
So here it is the story that I wrote
Copied line for line and note for note
All about this guy and the gal he smote
Thumbs up? Thumbs down? For now you get to vote
She’s the type you just can’t miss
Ms Merideath
A beauty that just can’t exist
Ms Merideath
The type of gal you want to kiss
Ms Merideath
And I’m a guy that can’t resist
Ms Merideath
She gave me that special look
Ms Merideath
The kind of look that lovers snook
Ms Merideath
And with that look I’m on the hook
Ms Merideath
And that explains the steps I took
Ms Merideath
I reached out to touch her hand
Ms Merideath
I noticed there a wedding band
Ms Merideath
Right then and there I hatched a plan
Ms Merideath
And hoped that she would understand
Ms Merideath
I watched the house most every night
Ms Merideath
Until I thought the time was right
Ms Merideath
I knew when she turned out the light
Ms Merideath
I’d take her love without a fight
Ms Merideath
But Lordy now what have I done
Ms Merideath
I didn’t think she’d have a gun
Ms Merideath
I didn’t mean to shoot no one
Ms Merideath
I’m sorry now I’ve got to run
Ms Merideath
It’s all her fault now can’t you see
Ms Merideath
When she said there could be no “we”
Ms Merideath
And when the lawman catches me
Ms Merideath
They’ll take me to the hanging tree
Ms Merideath
Mdailey 6/19/11
I have many qualities and talents
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!
I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!
I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!
I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?
My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!
O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!
I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci