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Best Poems Written by Daniel Schack

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The Yin Yang of Kiss My Ass

If I had to make a choice I would rather hate intelligently than to love stupidly.

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Deuce

one:  oftentimes,intellectuals are at the bottom of my list of people to respect, withe possible exception of myself . of course.   two: humans may be worse than the devil or any concept of the devil can be. both in being and behavior, and in so many ways. thank you.

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For Those Who Would Judge Me and Have

Stated quite simply, "  I would rather be a lowlife than a no life!!!!

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The Environment

Some say that this existance is hell. maybe it is the case that hell would be an improvement to this life on earth.Maybe it is time we all try to make it heaven.....for a change?

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Criminally Sane

I guess I once was a juvenile delinquent. Then I became an adult delinquent. Now I'm a middle age delinquent. Soon enough I'll be a senior citizen delinquent. When all is said and done and it is all over I'll just become a dead delinquent. Ha Ha.

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Sleazy Sally

Let me tell you about sleazy Sally.
She wants to be everyone's Pally.
Just deposit thirty dollars in her slot. 
And Sally will give you everything she's got. 

Sally says, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Do it fast or do it slow.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hello Joe, let me give you a blow.

I want to marry Sleazy Sally
Cause I love her so

Sleazy Sally, She's all right.
I tried her just the other night.
Sleazy Sally, she can put up a fight.
And after years of working, she's still tight.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Marry me Sally.  I love you so.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I'm begging. I'm pleading. Please don't go.

I want to marry Sleazy Sally.
Cause I love her so.

Me and Sally married just the other night 
But, she still works on the side, she's got her pride.
She enjoy's her job, with her John's and her Bob's, 
but she's mine for free through eternity.

Dilly dally in the alley with Sally
Dilly dally in the alley with Sally
Dilly dally in the alley with Sally

Sally
Sally
Sally

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Tell Me About It

Tell me about it.
I'm nuts. You're sane.
You're hip. I'm plain.
You're a cruiser. I'm a loser.

Tell me about it.

I know you well. I know your smell.
I know how you think you're incredibly off well.

Tell me about it. Tell Me about it. Tell me about it.
Tell me how you're smarter than me.
Tell me how you're so with the scene.
You're so golly gee swell, You really repel, and 
for all I care, you can go to Hell.
When you get there, you can tell me about it.

Tell me about it. All your sh-t.
Tell me about it.
Idiot.
Tell me about it. Stupid twit.

How you know so much.
How you got the touch.
And such and such. 

Tell me about it.

You can tell me about your fancy clothes.
Tell me how everyone knows.
Tell me where it's hip to go.
Tell me about it.

About your cheap accomplishments.
About your trivial wishes and wants.
Pile on the stupidity.
I can't wait to hear it.
Golly gee.

Tell me about it.

Well you can tell me about this.
And you can tell me about that.
And you can tell me where it's at.
You still haven't said anything and that's a fact.

Tell me about it.

You're so full of it. You're so full of it.
You're so full of it. You're so full of it.

It-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-it-tits.

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Nevertheless

Copyright (c) 


Normal.
Adjust.

To What.

I'm out of control.
I'm out of control.
It's good for my soul.
It's good for my soul.
Me oh my oh. Me oh mo wo. 

Oh my God, I must be psycho.

I'm Dan Dan the psycho man.
Dan Dan the psycho man.
Do the can can.

I don't care what other people think
I don't care what other people think
I don't care what other people think

I think other people stink.

When you learn how to act human.
Then you will be treated with respect

Respect.
What is human? Could it be almost anything you want it to be,  Fortunately or Unfortunately. 

Nevertheless

They get you with the word.
The word is love.  Love.

Sucker!

Who are they? 

Us. 

Who's a sucker?
You're a sucker.  I'm a sucker.  We are all a bunch of suckers.  

Some more.  Some less.  

Nevertheless

Is there love? I suppose.
It means leave me alone.
You're always alone. 
More or less

Some more.  Some less.  
Nevertheless

Welcome to the wonderful world of stupidity.
Is it you? or is it me?
Anyone's guess. 

Nevertheless

There's money in intelligence. Oh, yes.
There's money in stupidity too.  Oh, yes.

There are more important things than money, though.  
Aren't there?
Yes.

Then again, 
Nevertheless.  

Nevertheless.  
Nevertheless.  
Nevertheless.  

We have all heard nevertheless
We have all said nevertheless

Will there ever be a time when you can ever say never to nevertheless?

Never I guess.

Nevertheless.  

After all, only human, and we have all got...bad taste.

Some more.
Some less

Nevertheless. 
I guess.

Why?

Because.

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For the Wholesome Broads

a lot of so called ladies say us men have dirty minds. maybe these ladies have dirtier minds because they're alway's obsessing about how men do. maybe these so called ladies minds aren't dirty enough!  (no, i'm not totally anti feminist).   I've met so called good girls with bad hearts and I've met bad girls with good hearts.

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Slow Man's Rap

This here brois the Slow Man's Rap.
This slow man knows where it's at.
I'm never condescending. I'm always offending.
But being what I am is a job that's never ending.
I got my ways. I got my days, when people of 
different shades look at me in strange ways.

I don't care. I have no fear.

Didn't cause no one's troubles. 
I got my own. I just do my thing.
Then I go home.
So don't blame me, if you don't feel free, and 
why don't you just let me....go to sleep.

This here slow man treats life like toy.
Don't believe in sorrow. I believe in joy.  
Don't believe in fighting.  I believe in rhyming. 
And making the best of my too short timing.
Cause my bomb will blow, when my fuse burns low, 
and life's got to move. Not fast, but slow.  

Feeling fine, feeling free, feeling fun...
under the sun.

I've paid my dues and and sang my blues.
Now it's time to put on my walking shoes.
The thing is here, the thing is back.
The thing is coming at you with the master rap.

I got women on the left.
I got women on the right
I got work in the middle.
And this is my wife.

I'm one slow Joe, but a lot is what I know.
And I can't speak jive but, I know I'm alive.
I'm up and down, and all around.
Don't act like a clown, cause I rock this town.

I'm flying like a bird.
I am the word.

Now that I've bored you with my name.
And my stupid little game.
It's time that everyone go insane.

So, have a good time. On the party line.
Where the fun is so fine.
And laid on the line.

Enough with the rapping.
Let's see some hands start clapping.
Some feet start stamping, and 
lot's of dancing.

Or whatever
Or whatever
Or whatever

Y'all

Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit it

Get with it.
Get with it. 

Women so fine.
A bottle of wine.
A real good time.
I ran out of lines.

Moving my feet, to the master beat.
Looking nice and looking neat.

Move your feet
Move your feet.
Move, move those feet.

Hit it.

One last time.
One last time.
One last time.

Nevermind
Nevermind.