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Candyfloss [s]pun round
Life's spri[n]g stick, sticky lips lick,
shun s[l]ickness unsound

haiku by Jonathan Robin (16 May 2008)
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Head For The Barricade

FIGHT, FIGHT
FIGHT, FIGHT
FIGHT, FIGHT
FIGHT, FIGHT
Sometimes you gotta fight for your right
When your not sure you're in a fight for your life right?
If you ain't packin any tactics
You might get ass kicked
Even if you are you little knucklehead
I'm kinda sick of being aggravated
I'm glad I'm hated
I guess I'm doing something right
But that's what happened back in Columbine
You gotta know when to stop
And not go over the top
Cause there's a chamber deep inside the brain
It's covered with chains
So don't be shaking them loose
And if you do I'll be running for the hills
Cause I'm ready to rock and now we're playing for real
I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT
You better watch out when my adrenaline kicks I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT
IT'S TOO LATE, YOU ALREADY BEEN HIT, DAMN!
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricades)
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricades)
This world can make you stick to your stomach so I
Put on my headphones, listen to the Deftones
It's getting crowded in my spaceship
Living in a dream
Running from the hate machine
You know it's,
Such a drag when there's people talking down to ya
Such a drag when everything sucks do ya,
Walk away with spit on your face or do ya,
Draw lines and give them a taste cause I,
Know it's never gonna end
If it happens again I'm going straight for the throat
Another note
Don't forget you had a chance
Now I'm over the sidelines and ready to dance
I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT

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song performed by Limp Bizkit
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Sneak a Little Lick

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Every single piece of it!

You can...
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And...
Destiny!

But don't...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And destiny!

If that's your wish...
To pick it up to ditch!
But,
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!

Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sticky Sweet

When she calls me up
My voice, it starts to shake
She says come right over
Over right away
Oh, good god, theres a fire
In my pants
Then lightening strikes and she
Laughs that evil laugh
(chorus)
Shes so sticky, so sticky, so sticky
Shes so sticky, so sticky
Shes so stick sweet
Sticky sweet
Sticky sweet
Now when Ive done good
She slaps me on the ass
It takes more than ten seconds
To satisfy this lass
The way she walks, I swear
Should be a crime
Sirens scream everytime
She walks by
(chorus)
Sticky sweet
The way she walks
The way she talks
Stick sweet
Oooh all the time
Sticky sweet
(solo)
(chorus)
Sticky sweet
The way she walks
The way she talks
Sticky sweet
Oooh all the time
Sticky sweet
Sticky sweet (repeat with vocal adlib)

song performed by Motley Crue
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Held Up With Just A Stick

Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.

Held up with just a stick,
It seems...
Held up with just a stick,
One's head...
Held up with just a stick,
Their arms and their legs...
Needing to be fed.

And...
Held up with just a stick,
One's pride...
Held up with just a stick,
Two eyes and two ears...
Living poverty so near,
To...
Famish it is clear.

And...
Held up with just a stick,
Hunger.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.

Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.

Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.

Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And living this is NOT a gift.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lick My Lips

lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading slowly fading into you
and keep on stop your waiting
keep on stop your waiting
dont you keep on waiting cause im walking away from you
well, we could all change
but i know that you will never change
you shut up the night and when the light hits
you talk to me
i was never so amazed
it was such a mutual craze
between you and me and me and you
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading slowly fading into you
and keep on stop your waiting keep on stop your waiting
dont you keep on waiting cause im walking away from you
you could never walk away from me
dance around but never be
you know you are the one who knows that
laugh out loud so here it goes
i was never so amazed
it was such a mutual craze between you and me and me and you
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading slowly fading into you
and keep on stop your waiting
keep on stop your waiting dont you keep on waiting cause im walking away from you

song performed by Howie Day
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Wacky Weed

Your fiction has a sickness,
And it is in deluxe.
Trimmed with a mouth piece minted,
Sweetened to touch.

Bong bong wicky sticky bong bong.

You fed on the weed.
You fed on that wacky weed.
You fed on the weed.
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong bong.

There is no truth you mention,
While you do that stuff.
Your motives are quite hidden,
And you munch too much.

You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong.
You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong bong.

Your fiction has a sickness,
And it is in deluxe.
Trimmed with a mouth piece minted,
Sweetened to touch.

Bong bong wicky sticky bong bong.

You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong.
You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong bong.

Wicky sticky bong bong.
Wick wicky sticky bong.
Wicky sticky bong bong.
Wick wicky sticky bong.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Not A Player

Up in the hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Spot love, punish me
But it dont stop, watch the pun get wicked
When I (stick it) even luke be like dont stop, get it get it
I dont wanna be a playa no more
Im not a playa I just crush a lot
But big punisher, still got what youre lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I dont wanna be a playa no more
Im not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know big punisher still down behind
Whos down to crush a lot
Hey yo Im still not a playa but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later, Im gone
Penthouse suite, penthouse freaks
In house beach, french countesse, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin a five-oh benz for when Im not, far up in the sky
Puffin the lye, from my twinzito
Up in the benzito with my kiko from queens, nicknamed perico
We go back like pas and wearin pjs
Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days
Who wanna ride it wont cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
My my, Im big huh, I rip my, through your
Im sick, you couldnt measure my, with six rulers
Hold up, chula, Im all about gettin loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get hoof
I dont wanna be a playa no more
Im not a playa I just crush a lot
But big punisher, still got what youre lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I dont wanna be a playa no more
Im not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know big pun and brock still down behind
Whos down to crush tonight
I dont wanna be a playa no more
Im not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know big pun and brock still down behind
Whos down to crush tonight
I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass
I dont discriminate, I regulate every shade of the
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat, highly intelligent bachlorettes
Thats the best, I wont settle for less
I wanna get a brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the jeep, pump mobb deep, and just spark the
Its hard to creep since I found joe
Every pretty round brown, wanna go down low

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song performed by Incubus
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XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Candy Floss

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, I lie to myself
I'm the boy that eats his heart out
I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss and she's a safecracker
She kissed me first and then broke in
We slip and slide on the stay-together landmine
I make my mind up to never be myself
And every time I fake around
I live my life for someone else
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
She's in the kitchen with bitter diamond drunks
(She's in the way)
I'm on the sofa hoping she leaves that punk cause
(I'm in the way)
I'm the boy with the poetry power
I'm the boy, smells like flowers
Every time I dick around
I live my life like I wasn't invited
Oh-whoa-whoa
She's in the way
I'm in the way
I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, she kissed me first
And I'm the boy, don't get me started
I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss, she's a safecracker
She kissed me first, then broke in
Oh-whoa-whoa

song performed by Wilco
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Stick By Me

Stick by me and I'll stick by you
Stick by me and I'll stick by you

My life here on earth would be useless can't you see
If I didn't have you to stick by me
I love you darling and that's no lie
Stick by me and I'll stick by you
When you cry I cry too
Stick by me and I'll stick by you

Friends may try to hurt us
Scandalise our name
But no one (no-one) can tear us apart
You have a place in my heart

I love you darling and that's no lie
Stick by me and I'll stick by you
Remember my heart and love belongs to you
Stick by me and I'll stick by you
When you cry I'll cry too
Stick by me and I'll stick by you

Repeat from "Friends may try to hurt us ..."

song performed by UB40 from Labour Of Love 2
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Lick It Up

Dont wanna wait til you know me better
Lets just be glad for the time together
Lifes such a treat and its time you taste it
There aint a reason on earth to waste it
It aint a crime to be good to yourself
Chorus:
Lick it up, lick it up, its only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up
Dont need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like youre on vacation
Theres something sweet you cant buy with money - lick it up, lick it up
Its all you need, so believe me honey
It aint a crime to be good to yourelf
Chorus
Come on - its only right now (its only right now)
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah) ooh yeah (ooh yeah), yeah yeah
Chorus repeats out

song performed by Kiss
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Venus and Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis tried him to the chase;
Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn;
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him.
'Thrice fairer than myself,' thus she began,
'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are;
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses;
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses:
'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety;
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'
With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood,
And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good:
Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force
Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
Over one arm the lusty courser's rein
Under her other was the tender boy,
Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
She red and hot as coals of glowing fire
He red for shame, but frosty in desire.
The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens;--O! how quick is love:--
The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove:
Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,
And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.
So soon was she along, as he was down,
Each leaning on their elbows and their hips:
Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown,
And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips;
And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.'
He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks;

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poem by William Shakespeare (1593)
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Venus and Adonis

'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.'

To the right honorable Henry Wriothesly, Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.
Right honorable.

I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burden only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world's hopeful expectation.

Your honour's in all duty.

Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn;
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him.
'Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began,
'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,
Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are;
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.
'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses;
'And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety,
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'
With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood,
And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good:
Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force
Courageously to pluck him from his horse.
Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,
Under her other was the tender boy,
Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,
He red for shame, but frosty in desire.
The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens:--O, how quick is love!--
The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove:

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poem by William Shakespeare
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Blueberry Yum Yum (feat. Sleepy Brown)

Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin that i aint,
that i aint neva did before on this one, lets go
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum
and I neva would of thought that they could eva taste this goooooood
Think God for the man who put it in my hoooooood
Its got me singin melodies I neva thought i woooouuuuld
Im feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin wooood
Chop Chop, break it down for a playa like me me me me me
Im bout to find me a women that skeet skeet skeet skeet
Ima keep smokin till i reach my peak peak peak peak
Or till im stuck and my body feel weak weak weak weak weak
headed down to the doungeon woundren, if they got, some moore
and if they dont then ima have ta settle for some droooo
and it just aint cool cuz I dont have ta, ima have ta gooooo
and continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but im movin sloooo
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Yess, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolll
Put a wet towel under the doooooooor
Dont pass it I cant take it no mooooore
Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooore
hurry please cus i need some snacks snacks snacks snacks
and how long will it take to get back back back back
Yes indeed ima lil off track track track track track
Off this weed and im full of that yac yac yac yac yac
Get on in that stinkin Lincoln crank it up and riiiiide
and it aint enuff room to fit the other chicks inside
Im so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everyting insiiiiiide
Me and my blueberrys together and everythings all right
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get the propane, rollin things and lets blow this place uuuuuup
You already know whats uuup
I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuucks
But I really dont give a fuuuuuck
Cuz a brotha feels great great great great great
But im barely awake wake wake wake wake
All bent outa shape shape shape shape shape
So stomp on ya brake brake brake brake brake
If u token good, then all my somkas, let me see ya flames
Dont know what ya got but my bag will, put yo stuff, ta shame
All tha different kinds of otha flavors, they dont mean a thing

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song performed by Ludacris
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Blueberry Yum Yum

[Luda]
Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin that i aint,
that i aint neva did before on this one, lets go
[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
[Luda]
Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum
and I neva would of thought that they could eva taste this goooooood
Think God for the man who put it in my hoooooood
Its got me singin melodies I neva thought i woooouuuuld
Im feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin wooood
Chop Chop, break it down for a playa like me me me me me
Im bout to find me a women that skeet skeet skeet skeet
Ima keep smokin till i reach my peak peak peak peak
Or till im stuck and my body feel weak weak weak weak weak
headed down to the doungeon woundren, if they got, some moore
and if they dont then ima have ta settle for some droooo
and it just aint cool cuz I dont have ta, ima have ta gooooo
and continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but im movin sloooo
[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
[Luda]
Yess, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolll
Put a wet towel under the doooooooor
Dont pass it I cant take it no mooooore
Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooore
hurry please cus i need some snacks snacks snacks snacks
and how long will it take to get back back back back
Yes indeed ima lil off track track track track track
Off this weed and im full of that yac yac yac yac yac
Get on in that stinkin Lincoln crank it up and riiiiide
and it aint enuff room to fit the other chicks inside
Im so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everyting insiiiiiide
Me and my blueberrys together and everythings all right
[Hook]
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)
Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire
[Luda]
Get the propane, rollin things and lets blow this place uuuuuup
You already know whats uuup
I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuucks
But I really dont give a fuuuuuck

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song performed by Ludacris
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VI. Giuseppe Caponsacchi

Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see
My own hand held thus broad before my face
And know it again. Answer you? Then that means
Tell over twice what I, the first time, told
Six months ago: 't was here, I do believe,
Fronting you same three in this very room,
I stood and told you: yet now no one laughs,
Who then … nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did,
As good as laugh, what in a judge we style
Laughter—no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
Only,—I think I apprehend the mood:
There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk,
The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth,
The titter stifled in the hollow palm
Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose,
When I first told my tale: they meant, you know,
"The sly one, all this we are bound believe!
"Well, he can say no other than what he says.
"We have been young, too,—come, there's greater guilt!
"Let him but decently disembroil himself,
"Scramble from out the scrape nor move the mud,—
"We solid ones may risk a finger-stretch!
And now you sit as grave, stare as aghast
As if I were a phantom: now 't is—"Friend,
"Collect yourself!"—no laughing matter more—
"Counsel the Court in this extremity,
"Tell us again!"—tell that, for telling which,
I got the jocular piece of punishment,
Was sent to lounge a little in the place
Whence now of a sudden here you summon me
To take the intelligence from just—your lips!
You, Judge Tommati, who then tittered most,—
That she I helped eight months since to escape
Her husband, was retaken by the same,
Three days ago, if I have seized your sense,—
(I being disallowed to interfere,
Meddle or make in a matter none of mine,
For you and law were guardians quite enough
O' the innocent, without a pert priest's help)—
And that he has butchered her accordingly,
As she foretold and as myself believed,—
And, so foretelling and believing so,
We were punished, both of us, the merry way:
Therefore, tell once again the tale! For what?
Pompilia is only dying while I speak!
Why does the mirth hang fire and miss the smile?
My masters, there's an old book, you should con
For strange adventures, applicable yet,

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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[9] O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!

O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!
[LOVE POEMS]

POET: MAHENDRA BHATNAGAR

POEMS

1 Passion And Compassion / 1
2 Affection
3 Willing To Live
4 Passion And Compassion / 2
5 Boon
6 Remembrance
7 Pretext
8 To A Distant Person
9 Perception
10 Conclusion
10 You (1)
11 Symbol
12 You (2)
13 In Vain
14 One Night
15 Suddenly
16 Meeting
17 Touch
18 Face To Face
19 Co-Traveller
20 Once And Once only
21 Touchstone
22 In Chorus
23 Good Omens
24 Even Then
25 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (1)
26 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (2)
27 Life Aspirant
28 To The Condemned Woman
29 A Submission
30 At Midday
31 I Accept
32 Who Are You?
33 Solicitation
34 Accept Me
35 Again After Ages …
36 Day-Dreaming
37 Who Are You?
38 You Embellished In Song

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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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The Pillage Hangman - Parody LONGFELLOW - The Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The Smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can
And looks the whole world in the face
For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming furge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church
and sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach.
He hears his daughter's voice
singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling, -rejoicing, -sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Laus Veneris

Asleep or waking is it? for her neck,
Kissed over close, wears yet a purple speck
Wherein the pained blood falters and goes out;
Soft, and stung softly — fairer for a fleck.

But though my lips shut sucking on the place,
There is no vein at work upon her face;
Her eyelids are so peaceable, no doubt
Deep sleep has warmed her blood through all its ways.

Lo, this is she that was the world's delight;
The old grey years were parcels of her might;
The strewings of the ways wherein she trod
Were the twain seasons of the day and night.

Lo, she was thus when her clear limbs enticed
All lips that now grow sad with kissing Christ,
Stained with blood fallen from the feet of God,
The feet and hands whereat our souls were priced.

Alas, Lord, surely thou art great and fair.
But lo her wonderfully woven hair!
And thou didst heal us with thy piteous kiss;
But see now, Lord; her mouth is lovelier.

She is right fair; what hath she done to thee?
Nay, fair Lord Christ, lift up thine eyes and see;
Had now thy mother such a lip — like this?
Thou knowest how sweet a thing it is to me.

Inside the Horsel here the air is hot;
Right little peace one hath for it, God wot;
The scented dusty daylight burns the air,
And my heart chokes me till I hear it not.

Behold, my Venus, my soul's body, lies
With my love laid upon her garment-wise,
Feeling my love in all her limbs and hair
And shed between her eyelids through her eyes.

She holds my heart in her sweet open hands
Hanging asleep; hard by her head there stands,

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poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Laughing at You

[Tony Sunshine]
Ha Ha Ha
Do you see me now
you remember me the guy from the back of the class
that used to where the glasses the one you
used to laugh at look at me now brother do u like fruit
well I'm chewin your girls nipples
how do you like them apples asshole

Chorus: Tony Sunshine

IM laughing at you
IM laughing at you now you told me i was ugly
i was scared to crack a smile
Pun: Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
IM Laughing at you now
Pun Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
I'm laughing at you

[Pun]
600 Benz 20 inch rims house on the hill hittin' mad skin
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
It was all a scheme i used to load the teck with the magazine
so i was mean but i still had a scheme
17 years young everything seemed fun
still considered a veteran cause i feared none
Pun's from the street where there aint no rules
but carried heat cause he ain't no fool
Aint no wrong for dollars in negative digits
so debted followers and got rid of the quitters
that never forget us cause we've been down since the
Genesis 200 horse power to 400 Pegasus
the messages don't sleep till its over
next thing you know shorty seven feet
tippin' over i'm still in the water drownin'
Knights and murder till the immortal terror squad
threw me a life preserver now im ice forever
stomach bustin' out the white carrera
life is better now niggas wanna rhyme together
ay que sera! what can i do but take you to strive
ay que hago! i hope the streets dont take me alive
you wasted your life and refused the struggle while
i aim for the sky pay dues and bubbles I WIN!

Chorus

[Pun]
Now its not funny cause im hot and got a pot of money
alot of hunnies around (Don't stop do the brown for me)
my every wish is her command call her bitch she understands

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song performed by Big Punisher from Yeeeah Baby
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