TRUMP SMIRKS CARNEY WORKS
CARNEY WILL NOT DEAL WITH JERKS
AND TRUMP IT DOES IRKS
Library
Off to bury
Minds, spending time
Reading, soaring to imaginative levels
Harvesting curious ideas, challenging the devil
Experiencing many worlds, action always in a swirl
Around their setting, where the conflict can be upsetting
But when, the story comes to an end, happiness wins over the sin
If not in a hurry, destiny, visit the library, where the imagination will come alive, and cry
A good book is the way, to carry a day, under the sky blue, enjoying fantasies that are cool
Break me up to starlight
Tear apart these walls
Break me up to starlight
'Till nothing else recalls
Each crushing wave
Transforms the pain
Into pure light
Again... again...
Your force Divine
Makes crystals shine
Pierce through my shell
With burning Grace
As I dispel
What You erase
Break me up to starlight...
Break me up to starlight...
They tell me when things are done,
But it’s up to me — I’ll take my time;
This control makes me want to run,
It’s up to me — and that’s no crime.
They decide where I must go,
But it’s up to me — I choose my way;
I’ll show them now, I’m set to grow,
It’s up to me — I will not sway.
They say they know it all so well,
But it’s up to me — I can decide;
If I am wrong, I’ll take the fall,
It’s up to me — at least I tried.
They all say I must obey,
But it’s up to me — I will not cave;
No one can make me stay,
It’s up to me — I’m not their slave.
oh good, the lights are on, the McHenry family cheered
they loved visiting Auntie Mable
As they approached the door she came out wearing a coat
Oh, dear, she told them. I have concert tickets. I was just leaving.
They left, disappointed because she baked the best cookies.
Ten minutes later old Mister Groggins showed up
noting the lights were on.
Good, he thought, because Mable was his favorite listener.
As he was about to knock the door opened.
Mable said “Come in, come in, I was just coming home from the store.”
Mable keeps her coat next to the front door on a hook.
Depending upon who knocks,, she can say she is either coming or going.
.
and that
yet
that wuz more
contagious
than this
and that wuz 'ready
dress'd
save the expose'd
intentionally
expose'd
'gain
eeny miny
meeny
no
Well, she boiled up the water
in a construction worker’s can now:
seems she forgot all about the library
that she told her old man now:
and with the kettle boiling,
she’ll serve up some cups of Jiguan now -
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
till her daddy takes the teapot away.
Went to a dance
looking for romance:
saw Barbara Ann,
but I left with JD Vance.
My buddies and me
are getting real well-known:
Zelensky met us
and he sold us a drone.
We came in on the Sloop John B,
Mbappe and me:
Around Nassau Town we did roam.
The beer was like pee:
I caught an STD:
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.
She’s giving me good vibrations
with quality lubrication.
I think they’re taking a notion
in Californ – eye – ay
to throw themselves in the ocean
before election day.
The options are gruesome,
as you’ll acknowledge when
it’s bushy-bushy-bon Newsom
or Orange Trump again.
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I fell up to the sky,
And landed on a cloud,
And though my voice was silent
My words were very loud,
And, as an elephant
Could be spied on by a flea,
I could view the whole world,
But the world could not see me,
And to be quite frank with you,
That’s how I wished for it to be!
Growing up to fast,
Coming of age.
Both about maturity but different
One witnessed something they were not supposed to see, while the other saw when ready
One forced to be a man, the other gradually becoming a man
One having a parent who would mentally abuse, while the other has two amazing parents
One having to work hard just to get a tiny bit of affection or recognition, while the other does not need to try
Growing up to quickly and Coming of age both involve maturity and growing up but are they really the same?
Always gliding across wood paneled floor.
Always dancing right by the bedroom door.
Always squishing cookie shaped stress ball.
Always bouncing off of the guest room wall.
I was well known
When I was alone
What was the necessity for you to come into my life?
To mess things up with no sign of strife?
You were the sweet dream that made me sleep a little longer
You have become my nightmares that made me a sleepwalker
My happy world is broken into bits and pieces
Am I able to find the crumbled slices?
What were you thinking when you made all the promises?
Didn't you realise there will be so many obstacles?
You are ready to hop on new relationship
That makes me think was I the only one who was sailing on this seaship?
You left for happiness
Why am I sinking in sadness?
My mind is still testing my capacity
I'm trying my best to touch harsh reality
The proposal
Was a postal
Verded, nouned
and decisive
Told to a family
Of peoples
Humored and
Decisive
Tanks like ponds
Our Giant Prawns
A District
Countisourre
A taste fresh and delicious
One a seafood lover
Couldn't ignore
We propose in business
A site to construct
And build
A marvelous facility
With freezers and trucks
and skills
People Oh people
Your talents to create
A Product for
Millions
Where there is millions
To make
Internal and external
The environment we
Do care
A Product for
Smart people
A Product for profit
To share
Healthy and delicious
Tasty fresh and real
A unified front
Together in love we
Reveal
Customer and consumers
You have been put first
Our best is
The Worlds best
There is no such
Thing as our worst
Keeping the customer
Satisfied in the
Business of Satisfaction
Only an unscathed man will
Tell you this
In a race on the savannah
fleet of foot is the cheetah
at up to 75 mph
no animal can beat her
and with a top speed of 50 mph
lion is the second fastest cat
tho' at
38 mph a leopard can't change its spots
the lion can do that
cubs are born with them and later lose
to become lion spots have-nots
an ostrich third place will land
at up to 43 mph
if it takes its head out of the sand
tho' cheetahs don't have racing stripes zebra do
(Burchell's, mountain and Grévy's)
but they're no boon for at 40 mph
they're only 10 mph ahead of a yellow baboon
however no matter how fast they all run
none can beat the speeding bullet
fired from a hunter's gun
For years now I have tried to understand your hate…
to find the cause…the reasons…
the source from where your anger originates.
I’ve tried to understand how much pain and suffering on others
you are willing to impart and to ignore.
I’ve wondered when and how you began to hate
everything that I sand for.
I’ve often wonder how you sleep at night…
where do you find your joy…
when so many things that mean so much to so many
you are willing to destroy.
I have seen and felt the pain of your hatred…
oftentimes I grieve…
When simple logic and years or scientific study
you are unwilling to believe.
But I have come to the realization I cannot explain
this hatred that has permeated our land….
for how do I explain something I will never understand.
So I will endure your anger, your prejudices, your enmity
if that is to be my fate…
As I stand up proudly and fight for…everything you hate.
I will do my best to stay resolute, courageous, unshakable and strong
and let history decide which one of us is right
and which one of us is wrong.
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