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Over One Percent Of Floridas Prisoners Die Every Year In Prison And It's Never In The News

the sun cooks the fences
the guards smoke and laugh
men rot behind steel,
stacked like moldy bread.

over one percent
they die—
nobody counts
except the families,
and the dirt.

a body here,
a stabbing there,
sickness in the cells
that medicine never touches.

no cameras come,
no headlines scream.
just a whisper in the dark,
and silence sells better than truth.

One Percent Chance of Win

Hard to say never give up!
It's  very simple when say,
But when we work on it 
It's more difficult than we think.


Yet, I say never give up 
Perhaps, you get,what you want,
But remember one percent chance 
Too much to win!

One Hundred Percent Loser

This guy looks (and smells) like a loser in every way.
Why does he have to hang around my table today?
Right now, I wish he would turn around and go away.
For the last few days, he has been in this casino.
He is certainly nobody I would want to know.
Overindulging, he has lost every penny to his name.
People who end up like him are surely a shame.
This is an individual who really should not stay.
Ship this guy out of here, and send him to Guantanamo Bay!

The 5 percent

You remember the hard work and the dedication 
You remember all of the sacrifices you made and the risk you were willing to take
All they see is the success 
All they can say is how lucky you are and how you’ve gotten this far 
It’s one thing to talk about achieving your dreams but it’s another to actually make it your reality 
Everyone is worthy but how much do you really want it?
Are you starving for it?
Do you dream of it?
What are you doing to get it?
Hard work is rewarded 
To have a clear plan everything has to be sorted
You know it wasn’t luck 
It was drive
Risk taken and never losing the vision 
Everything fell in line with calculated moves and smart decisions 
Don’t be in the percentage that just wanted to achieve their dreams
Be the 5 percent that went for it
No matter how many failures 
How many nos
You will be happy with yourself that you never gave up on your dreams 
Strive for the bigger and better things

70 percent Love, 100 percent Pretend

I gave you all of me,
But you counted only what you liked.
You held my hand,
But never held my heart right.

I poured in 100% love,
You drank just enough to stay,
70% maybe—
But I kept acting like that was okay.

We were photos with filters,
Smiles stitched on pain,
A play that fooled the crowd
But drained us behind the frame.

I pretended this was enough,
Like pretending could turn hollow into whole.
Like silence could save
What had already leaked through the soul.

So here’s my goodbye without rage,
Just a heart that learned too late—
Love shouldn’t feel like guessing
Or shrink to fit someone else’s plate.

Not 100 Percent Of The Time

If you can't say something nice
It's best to say nothing at all
That's going to be me from now on
My humour is often misinterpreted
Causing an undesirable reaction
I wrongly assume everyone sees through it
And that it IS simply humour
I apologize, but this is me
It has always been me to make light of situations
That are uncomfortable to deal with
We all have our own way of getting through
Mine is to rely on humour
It works a good percentage of the time
BUT NOT 100 PERCENT OF THE TIME

45 percent, required'

A tarriff should be earned..When freedom is
Spurned, maybe for a year? A while.' A time.'
Till free speech and expressions can again
Here chime..Can ring..Can raise valid points
Extoll..Quite a blunt weapon, to let commerce
Take its toll.' Still by any means.' Unstifle the
Tounges, that would build and strengthen
All truths true daughters and sons.!

Forty Percent Of Our Children Now Feel Hopeless

I wake up already tired,
eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights,
stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams,
parents fighting over bills, over nothing,
over everything.

at school, the hallways are battlefields,
words sharper than fists,
hands that shove, mouths that sneer,
judgment like a plague
spreading from locker to locker.

I scroll through images of perfection,
faces carved by filters, bodies built in mirrors,
wondering why I don't look that way,
why I don't feel that way,
why I don't fit at all.

I pull at my skin,
I whisper my names in secret,
I wonder if I should even be here—
this world that tells me
I am too much, or not enough,
so I start cutting.

I was born into a losing hand,
and nobody told me
that I could still bluff my way to something good.

Five Percent

OK, you got me, I admit,
ninety-five percent of life is sh**;
but, still, I am glad I'm alive
to experience the other five.

for the 2 percent

Only 2% makes it, teenage love isn't real love they say, but to me

teenage love is meeting when you least expect it
teenage love is crossing of bucket list items together, bit by bit

teenage love is dancing while its raining
teenage love is wiping her tears when shes crying

teenage love is through ups and downs
teenage love will throw your heart around

teenage love is late nights through the phone
teenage love with secrets, only our own

teenage love will grow with you
a teenage love that will end in I Do

our six-percent-age

our best chance...
be six percent
to get our
wants

in some fashion...
from reality's
face of odds
all round

our 4d time sphere...
bubbling there-in
so dimensions
be shared

as axles or axis to turn on...
as others do and see
what be as common
real-'all-at-tea'


stans sand

The 1 Percent Eough To kill Me

Reading the label on a Bottle of typical bleach states, 

'kills 99% of germs''

Well that's a good thing to know
But what really concerns me 

It's not the 99%?

But the 1%
That has the potential to kill me

Now I find out there are 1,438,808 
On my phone?

Ahh! That's why they say you have a Virus on your PC or Bug. Now I'm panicking!
I don't feel too well.
"911''!

It's out there!

Forty Percent

Forty percent was the chance it would rain,
Which is what my phone app was predicting.
I went for my walk with my eye to the sky,
But the darkening clouds were conflicting.

I had an umbrella which fits in the bag
Where I carry my water for drinking,
So I ambled on, getting further away
And I wondered just what I was thinking.

For, after a mile, rain came barreling down,
Without one little drop as a warning.
My umbrella unfurled, I retraced all my steps,
Cutting short my full exercise morning.

Though my sneakers were dripping, as well as my socks,
I got home with just minimal stressin’
But I have to remember my phone often lies,
Which is really a valuable lesson.

Ninety-Nine-Point-Nine-Percent Pure

This site is ninety-nine-point-nine percent pure
For that zero point one percent there ain't no cure
In the overall scheme
Their effect has no steam
They're as worthless as all get out, so immature

100 Percent

She was five when she was set down for a talk. Don't walk alone in the dark, keys between your knuckles, don't let them take you to a second location, scream and fight. That is what her mom said, a frown on her face. She was five when her dad said cover your body, boys will be boys. Only wear baggy clothes, a women can't defend herself from a man. Trust no man. The rules of a women.

Now she is all grown up, searching for escape routes in every room. She only wears misleading clothes, took self-defense, and always carries a taser. Her whole life has been a war against herself. The life of a women. 

She only keeps one headphone in, wears sweatpants even at the gym, and when she walks alone her keys are between her knuckles. But they just laughed when they corned her in that back-alley. How could a girl beat three men? The misfortune of a women. 

It isn't all men but it is all women. Being a women isn't simple, everyday is a fight.

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