I heard that several higher ups, want to try and
Make it harder for women to get
A divorce, why? Is it your ego or is it to keep her
From moving forward with her life or is it
Because you won't have anyone to control
Push around, abuse, submit to your desires
While you continue to have extramarital affairs
Anytime you want to
So why should I stay married to you
Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope
Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes
Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt
Chirpy jerky punk band
And they have no problem with crowding out
From a bush or bird feeder
Finches and chick-a-dees
They’re kind of a bully
Push around those that are smaller
Who carry pouches of yellow and pink
And tiny symphonies
They clog up my eavestroughs with nests
Right now
I watch one sparrow land on top of another
And the tree branch bends down
Under their heft
Bounces up and down
To their sex
Again
The limb
Seemingly
Waving them off
Or so it tries
As if it’s saying
Get off me you animals.
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
The loyal ones we keep close
The mean ones, we ignore those
The truehearted ones, we cherish
The treacherous ones, we banish
The helpless ones, we give a hand
The careless ones, we push around
The adventurous ones, we visit them uninvited
The measured ones, with our secrets they’re entrusted
The lazy ones, we drag out of bed
The crazy ones, we straighten up their heads
The loud ones, we let them talk us to sleep
The quiet ones, we tease them till they flip
The foodie ones, pick the joints
The moody ones, we crack with jokes
To the dreamy ones, we make them reach
To the hopeless ones, we set a bridge
The brokenhearted, we cry with them
The departed, we hold a candle flame
We miss them, we make them
We remember them, we break them
In a bliss, when we hurt
We love, we hate
A friendship is fulfilling but can still deplete
Friends can break us into pieces and make us complete
I'm easy to push around,
But it's never easy
To break me down.
I'm one who tends to cry,
But I will never
Let myself die.
I can be so naïve,
But at least
I try to perceive.
I can be a little vulnerable,
But at most I am able
To stand right back up.
I'm easy to put down,
But it's never easy to
Burn my spirit out.
I'm one who rebels:
I won't conform to spells.
I can seem weak,
But when I fall down
I always get back up
From the ground.
Let go of cargoes of folly
Your imagination entertains
Unless you want Molly
To catalyze the increase of strains of pains
You loathe to endure
In a bid to preserve the sanity
Ensconced in the mind you lure
To expunge the vanity
That invades the chest
Caught up between a rock and a hard place
In Cupid’s vest to test
The robustness you loathe to displace
In circumstances advanced when you flirt
With fire expecting a spin on a merry-go-round
Until cavities of reality hurt
So bad you no longer push around
Sleeping dogs that are best left alone
In peace unless woken up
In their ozone full zone
When you steal delights from the cup
Where Pandora releases cargoes of lunacy
So vile they sear attackers
Mad enough but no tough enough to sample the delicacy
Concealed in crannies and crevices of coquettish bunkers.
The house is much quieter,
since you went away
I feel so much happier,
without you around
I'm glad your not here today,
to ***** me out
And my laundry's alot cleaner,
doing it myself
You wanted a superman,
which I'm not
And You thought it was funny,
when I fell
I've been on my knees,
praying for this day
So now that you left,
you can go to hell
You always acted like,
you were always right
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
I won't be there,
for you to start a fight
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
You listened to the words,
from your nosey friends
They all had wimpy men,
they could push around
You couldn't cook,
so that ain't no big deal
And I Think you found your friends,
in the lost and found
Especially that ugly one,
who's name was Jill
She had no friends,
you were her only one
Oh how I love it here,
now I'm having fun
I'm glad you left,
It's like heaven now
You always acted like,
you were always right
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
I won't be there,
for you to start a fight
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
Still got long way to go world to no we have plan it still stand been beat down push around made to act like a clown there,re be know TURNING AROUND
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
Hard to stay hard to survive
just another man and another mans world on a very long stride
push around shoved around never to be knocked down by another man in his very own town
eager to fight easy to kill but those who love shell always shed tears
this world will neva change there world has always been a game
but once killing a black man was neva the wrong thang
If you want to bully me,
You'd better stand in line
And I'll warn you right up front,
It's gonna to take some time
It's really not my fault'
Cause it's nothing that I do
The way that I attract
Every loser just like you
Chorus
If you can't take it ,You'd better not give it
Cause I'm just the guy that'll make you live it
I see you like to push around,
Those you think are weak
Trying to intimidate
Ones who turn their cheek
I won't pretend to you
That I'll let it go
When You come to Bully me
There's one thing you should know
Heeee---yaaaaaaa!!
Dust bunny, dust bunny I see you as you
make your escape under the sofa hoping that
the big, noisy, red contraption that I push around
won't fit under there; to feel the pull of the suction
on your ever growing, furry back side.
Lucky for you I let you slide and continue to hide until
I get renewed and my human energy becomes alive
to resume the chase, and ultimate capture of one so sly...
So I say to you little dust bunny stay there while you may.
But there might be worse things under that sofa or do you care?
Lucky for you I dislike moving that sofa and peering at what
is left there.
But what is left there might be your own personal house of horrors.
You might have had a better end if you had let me catch you, to put
you in a trash bag for the garbage truck to take you away into
a place where you could possibly escape to a dust bunny haven where
you could spend all your days making friends with the other dust bunnies.
Then you could play and play all of your remaining days.
S.E. Clark
We are all God’s children
How dare anyone pick on or push around another person
This takes place with kids and grown-ups
It results in death in many cases and needs to cease and desists
We need to ask ourselves
How would we feel
If someone picked on us
Because we had less, were not as smart as others, were much smarter than others
Because we have special needs because we are somehow different
This needs to end
Ending it begins at home
With parents showing love
And teaching respect for everyone
God makes everyone beautiful
And no one has the divine right
To pick on another person
Because he or she stands out
It shows insecurity in the person
Who is picking on other people
God loves us all
This behavior needs to stop
The suicides due to bullying need to stop
The homicides due to bullying need to stop
The cyberbullying need to stop
And we need to respect one another
The way we want to be respected
Because we are equals
lord look down
people being push around
we need your sound
lord come to this town
don't pass us by
we pray to you up high
A PRAY TO THE SKY
theyer in town to town
brush push around
the dust
an all stuff
some people it a must
not be just a dreamer
to have
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