Citatepedia^®.com

Regulate Your Flowing

Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.

Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.

Real neat.
And not a picky eater.
Toasted whole wheat,
With jam-a or rye-i.

Pickled beets,
Mixed with chili and green peppers.
Sweetens a deliciousness,
You've gotta once try!

Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop- a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a- doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.

Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.

Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.

Real neat.
And not a picky eater.
Toasted whole wheat,
With jam-a or rye-i.

Pickled beets,
Mixed with chili and green peppers.
Sweetens a deliciousness,
You've gotta once try!

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Do The Sheep

Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Oh no.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

Go to sleep.
Count the sheep.
Maybe your snoring will keep others,
From pretending they are dead.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Thi s-I-know.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

You might as well pack up your ears with cotton.
The things I've said to you they are forgotton.
You've got me feeling like I'm rotten.
And...

Go to bed.
You sleepy head.
No need to stay awake,
'Cause your not hearing one word I've said.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
No- you-don't.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
You might as well pack up your ears with cotton.
The things I've said to you they are forgotton.
You've got me feeling like I'm rotten.
And...

Go to sleep.
Count-those-sheep.
Maybe your snoring will keep others,
From pretending they are dead.

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Thi s-I-know.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
Kee p-the-snorin'-low.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-ba h.
Nice and slow.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.
And count the sheep.
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-baaa-bah.

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Blow Up

1-2-3-4
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom...
From the grass
Bah bah bah boom
They grew
Bah bah bah boom
Who knew
Bah bah bah boom
We would see them looking up
Bah bah bah boom
Not down
Bah bah bah boom
With frowns
Bah bah bah boom
Something got them...
Off the ground.
Oh...
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom...
One day
Bah bah bah boom
Dues paid
Bah bah bah boom
They said
Bah bah bah boom
They would blow up.
And be somebody!

Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom...
One day
Bahbah boom bahbah boom,
They said
Bahbah boom bahbah boom,
They would grow up,
And be somebody!

Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom bah.
Boom bahbah boom bahbah boom,
Blow up...
And be that 'body'!

Boombah boombah boom bah
Boombah boombah boom bah
Boombah boombah boom...

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Old Gold Diggin' Geezer

Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You just wanna have an easy life.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And you think I'm the one gon' give it!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You ain't got a mortgage or a lease on me.
None that we've agreed upon.
And none that you can see.
You ain't got a ring or a title to keep me leashed up tight.
And what you think I've got,
You're not gonna get that close to take a bite!
With or without your teeth behind your 'grill'...
You old gold diggin' geezer!

Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.

You just wanna ride in my car.

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Staging An Escape

Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.

Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.

Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.

Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape.

Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.

Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.

Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.

Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Truth Hurts

Truth Hurts"
[Intro]
Yeah umm
See its situations like this
That causes us players to get caught up
In umm the truth
Yeah
What you doing, where you been?
I paged you and you aint hit me back
I been callin and I know you see my number on that caller I.D.
Just listen to the words
[Verse 1]
I got reason to believe that youve been foolin around
The way you feel, the past you lived
The things you did
It dont matter to me
For what its worth just dont lie to me
Cause that aint what I need right now
Baby, everything we built on trust
Youre tearing it down
Cause I know the truth hurts {truth hurts}
[Chorus]
Tell me the truth now
What cha been doing and who
Ya been doing it with {truth hurts}
Where you been going and
How you been putting ya thing down {truth hurts}
Whatever youz was working I
Hope that it was worth it baby {truth hurts}
I got reason to believe that you been foolin around
[Verse 2]
Girl, Im really tryin hard to understand
I want to move on and put it in the past
Cause, you claim that you aint doin nothing
Must be my insecurities
Its got the best of me right now
What I know I cant hold it inside of me
Its gonna drive me insane
[Chorus]
Tell me the truth now
What cha been doing and who
Ya been doing it with {truth hurts}
Where you been going and
How you been putting ya thing down {truth hurts}
Whatever youz was working I
Hope that it was worth it baby {truth hurts}
I got reason to believe that you been foolin around
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah
Bah bah bah bah baah

[...] Read more

song performed by Usher
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Living In the Pits

Many came a-running with their funds undone.
With hopes and prayers to have a rerun come.
But when they're broke they become so stunned,
There's nothing they can do to overcome what's done!

Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.
Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.

Everybody clutches to a wish list missed.
Hoping that a yesterday can be re-picked.
Everybody hears with a listening dissed.
And when that's realized they're living in the pits!

Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah,
Oh baby oh...
Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah.

Many came a-running with their funds undone.
With hopes and prayers to have a rerun come.
But when they're broke they become so stunned,
There's nothing they can do to overcome what's done!

Everybody clutches to a wish list missed.
Hoping that a yesterday can be re-picked.
Everybody hears with a listening dissed.
And when that's realized they're living in the pits!

Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah,
Oh baby oh...
Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah,
Oh baby oh...
Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah dah.
Bah bah dahbahdahbahdahbah bah.
Oh baby oh...
Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah,
All sitting living in the pits.
Oh baby oh...
Bah bahbahdahbahdahbah bah bah,
All sitting living in the pits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Cracklin Rosie

Yea, cracklin rosie, get on board.
Were gonna ride til there aint no more to go.
Takin it slow, lord dont you know,
Happily a time when the poor mans let be
Hitchin on a twilight train,
Aint nothin here that I care to take along,
Maybe a song to sing when Im long,
Dont mean to say please, said old man, Im happy too.
Oh, I love my rosie child, you got the way to make me happy.
You and me, we go in style.
Cracklin rose, youre a store-bought woman,
You make me sing like a guitar hummin.
Hang on to me, girl, our song keeps runnin on.
Play it now, play it now, play it now my lady!
Cracklin rosie, make me smile.
Darlin if lasts for an hour well thats alright we got all night
To set the world right.
Find us a dream and dont ask no questions yea!
Chorus
[in fishmans version:]
Bah, bah bah bah bah.
Bah, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah
Bah, bah bah bah bah
Bah, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

song performed by Phish
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Under Pressure

Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Pressure pressing down on me
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah bah bah
Thats o-kay!
Its the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
Do do do bah bah bah bah
O-kay
Chippin around
Kick my brains around the floor
These are the days
It never rains it pours
People on streets
People on streets
Its the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
People people on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on fence but it dont work
Keep coming up with love
But its so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure were cracking
Cant we give ourselves one more chance?
Why cant we give love one more chance?
Why cant we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love
Cause loves such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure

[...] Read more

song performed by David Bowie
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Poppa Rocks

Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way.
Poppa tore it up on the dance floor,
Back in poppa's day!

When poppa use to move and groove,
Other people watched.
Poppa didn't care who stared
When poppa rocked...
The clock didn't stop!
All night long,
Poppa did his thing.
When he did the 'do' he 'don'
You could hear poppa loudly sing!
Now that dusk has caught him rusty...
Poppa's moves are smooth.
But that is poppa and poppa can't be stopped.
When poppa gets the urge...
Poppa wants to rock!

Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way!
You don't know how poppa rocks....
When poppa rocks his way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Janices Party

Bah bah bah bah bah da da da da
Bah bah bah da da da
Bah bah bah bah bah da da da da
Bah bah bah da da da
Welcome friends to janices party
The kind that others have tried
Smoking is permitted inside
We have faith in janices party
With friends who can not sing
And I can hear the doorbell ring
Well I came this far
Now I know that I wont sleep well tonite
Drunk out of my mind
Janices partys alright, alright
Bah bah bah bah bah da da da da
Bah bah bah da da da
Bah da da da da da da
Heres a chip a vodka martini
Someone call me a car
Ill be underneath the bar
Well I came this far
Now I know that I wont sleep well tonite
Drunk out of my mind
Janices partys alright, alright
(break)
Well I came this far
Now I know that I wont sleep well tonite
Drunk out of my mind
Janices partys alright, alright

song performed by Fountains Of Wayne
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Poppa Dreams

Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.

Your absence brings me to tears,
At night.
I still reach for you,
In sleepless heat.
Yearning to feel completed.
As only you can do!
After you're done screwing poppa.

In submissive climax twitching,
That subdues us into sweat.
Poppa tries to catch his breath...
As we hold together on soaken wet,
Creamed dripped sheets.
And throbbing in
Sighs until we've gone to sleep!

You're wicked!

Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.

Poppa dreams.
Poppa aches all day it seems.
Poppa wishes to kiss your lips.
And feel our naked hips,
Lick, dance and thrust!
In touches that passion rushes,
Poppa loves so much!

Poppa wants us to knock boots!
Just like you and poppa did...
At least three times a day or more to do.
Poppa dreams.
All ding dong day and night it seems.

The phone rings.
Poppa don't answer.
Poppa listens to the answering machine.
Poppa knows it's not you.
Poppa knows it's just another fling!
A substitute to do.
That poppa does to do his thing.
Imagining in one more dream...
That poppa has while grinding up,
Against someone else...

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

You Need Love

Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by james young
Bah bah bah bah bya ba ba dada
Bah bah bah bah bya ba ba dada
Bah bah bah bah bya ba ba dada
Bah bah bah bah bya ba ba dada da
Welcome my friends
To a place that may seem
Most disturbing
Quite unnerving
Lend me your dreams
And well add what we need
To be free
Terminally
Well fly to a spot
Where I know there is not
Any sorrow
No tomorrow
People just laugh
Cause they know how it feels
To have loved
And be loved
Dont you worry
Aint no need to hurry
All you really need
Is love
Bah bah bah bah bah
Now you may say
Tell me more of this place
So inviting
And exciting
Here and above
Children love without doubt
And can be
They can be
Listen my friends
Carefully to direction
To get there
And you know where
Love is the place
Skewed to matter and space
For us all
For us all
Dont you worry
Aint no need to hurry
All you really need
Is love, love, love

song performed by Styx
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Samba Loco

Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Aaaaahhhh...
Aaaaahhhh,
Samba loco, baby.
I'm a samba dancing nut!
I love that Latin beat so much...
And the strutting done when I do my stuff.

Samba loco, baby.
I'm a samba dancing nut!
I love that Latin beat so much...
And the strutting done when I do my stuff.

I've got to groove my middle.
Swivel hips and tease.
I've got to be that swift foot hero,
With a rhythm felt that heats...
Everything that sways the beat.

Samba loco, baby.
Bah-dada.
I want to feverize the streets.
With a rhumba samba shown,
Grooving easily.

Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Bah-pooh-bah-pooh, bop...
Bah-doodo.
Aaaaahhhh...
Aaaaahhhh,
Samba loco, baby.
I'm a samba dancing nut!
I love that Latin beat so much...
And the strutting done when I do my stuff.

Samba loco, baby.
Bah-dada.
Feverize-the-streets.
Ba h-dada
With a rum-ba number samba shown.
And a groove that's easily to reach.

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Too Poppa Cockish

I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?

How's that for a little ego dipping?

I had thought of King of Poems.
But that is a bit eccentric,
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!

I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
Perhaps...
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!

Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.

But I do,
Believe...
In me!

Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.

But I do,
Believe...
In me!

Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.

But I do,
Believe...
In me!

I do,
Believe...

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Gotta Bad Nose Job

Bah bah bah babbay,
You brought the Moon.
Bah,
Babbay...
You brought the Stars.
Bah,
Babbay...
You brought the Sun,
Right into my heart!

Bah,
Babbay...
And when I sleep.
Bah,
Babbay...
My dreams get to leaping.
Bah,
Babbay...
And you know...
I am up to pace the floor.

'Cause I know,
You know...
I gotta bad nose job!

Bah
Bababy...
You brought the Stars.
Bah,
Babbay...
You brought the Sun,
Right into my heart!
And you know...
I know,
I gotta bad nose job!

Bah bah bah babbay,
You brought the Moon.
Bah,
Babbay...
You brought the Stars.
Bah,
Babbay...
You brought the Sun,
Right into my heart!
And you know...
I know you know,
I gotta bad nose job!

Yes I know you know...

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

A Cabin Tale

THE YOUNG MASTER ASKS FOR A STORY

Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile,
You 's enough to dribe me wile.
Want a sto'y; jes' hyeah dat!
Whah' 'll I git a sto'y at?
Di'n' I tell you th'ee las' night?
Go 'way, honey, you ain't right.
I got somep'n' else to do,
'Cides jes' tellin' tales to you.
Tell you jes' one? Lem me see
Whut dat one's a-gwine to be.
When you 's ole, yo membry fails;
Seems lak I do' know no tales.
Well, set down dah in dat cheer,
Keep still ef you wants to hyeah.
Tek dat chin up off yo' han's,
Set up nice now. Goodness lan's!
Hol' yo'se'f up lak yo' pa.
Bet nobidy evah saw
Him scrunched down lak you was den--
High-tone boys meks high-tone men.

Once dey was a ole black bah,
Used to live 'roun' hyeah some whah
In a cave. He was so big
He could ca'y off a pig
Lak you picks a chicken up,
Er yo' leetles' bit o' pup.
An' he had two gread big eyes,
Jes' erbout a saucer's size.
Why, dey looked lak balls o' fiah
Jumpin' 'roun' erpon a wiah
W'en dat bah was mad; an' laws!
But you ought to seen his paws!
Did I see 'em? How you 'spec
I 's a-gwine to ricollec'
Dis hyeah ya'n I 's try'n' to spin
Ef you keeps on puttin' in?
You keep still an' don't you cheep
Less I 'll sen' you off to sleep.
Dis hyeah bah 'd go trompin' 'roun'
Eatin' evahthing he foun';
No one could n't have a fa'm
But dat bah 'u'd do' em ha'm;
And dey could n't ketch de scamp.
Anywhah he wan'ed to tramp.
Dah de scoun'el 'd mek his track,
Do his du't an' come on back.
He was sich a sly ole limb,

[...] Read more

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Just Another Rhumba

It happened to me
On a trip to the west indies
Oh, Im all at sea
Since that trip to the west indies
Im jittery
Im twittery
I guess Im done for
I guess Im through
And its something about which theres nothing anyone can do
It isnt love
It isnt money trouble
Its a very funny trouble:
Its just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I cant eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to plan a
Vacation in havana?
Why did I take that trip
That made me lose my grip?
Oh! that piece of music laid me low
There it goes again:
Just another rhumba
Which I heard only last septum-bah
Im a wreck, why did I have to succumb-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to succumb-bah
To that rhumba?
Ahah, Im the cucaracha, who just went blah
And gave up swinging ha-cha, ahah
Ahah, at first it was devine-ah
But it turned out a cuban frankenstein-ah
Ahah, its got me by the throat-ah!
Oh, whats the antidote-ah?
Ahah, it brought me woe and strife-ah
Oh, wheres a gun or knife-ah?
Its the rhumba that blighted my life
There it goes again:
Just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I cant eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why did I have to succumb-bah
To that rhumba?
(instrumental break)
There it goes again:
Just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I cant eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?

[...] Read more

song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Pop LeRoc

Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With poppa!

Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
With green peppers too!
To move in the groove,
With pop the rocker!

Come on and eat...
Tasty pasta with me.
Pop LeRoc!
Your poppa.

Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
Before this night is through.
Rock with pop the rocker!

Gonna rock with your poppa.

Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Stop That Gentle Rocking Of My Cradle

Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking,
Will you stop that gentle rocking.
Will you stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.

Children now programmed to download.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Children now exposed and overdosed...
On,
Crime...
Treason!
And...
Denial.

Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Stop that gentle rocking,
Will you stop that gentle rocking.
Will you stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.

Children now programmed to download.
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Children now exposed and overdosed...
On,
Crime...
Treason!
And...
Denial.

Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Children now exposed and overdosed...
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
On,
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Crime...
Stop that gentle rocking of my cradle.
Treason!
And...
Denial.

Zzzzz
Zzzzz
Oo ooh,
Poppa why you sleepin' so long?
Ooooh,
Poppa why you sleepin' so long?
Zzzzz

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Your Poppa's Pooped

Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.

Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.

Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.

Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.

Wishing to maintain and not lose gains.
But the problems do exist and it's a mind drain.

Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.

Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.

Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.

Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.

Wishing to maintain and not lose gains.
But the problems do exist and it's a mind drain.

Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.

Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.

Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.

Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.

Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,

[...] Read more

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!