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09-28-2007, 08:58 PM
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Controversial Poetry
Anyone else have some "taboo" poem they want to post?
"How to Skank a Skank" How does one skank a skank? You gotta sort it out with the constants 1-2-3-4. Its as one would fuck a sucker. Alternate, put each foot forward and take it back. You gotta sort it out with the constants 1-2-3-4. A two-stepper, that's evolved from its ballroom days. Alternate, put each foot forward and take it back. You don't need no luck of a duck to fuck her. Add the arms, elbows bent, and the hands are fists. The right hand comes forward when the left foot is out. That way the left won't know about the right- vice never meets versa. If a hand isn't forward, it has got to come back in. The right hand comes forward when the left foot is out. Coordination is tricky- it's the step that'll do you in. If a hand isn't forward, it has got to come back in. If you're a natural fuck up you might wanna rehearsa. Bob you head along, to make it all a little smoother. The head goes down on ordinary beats but comes back up for all the uppers. Remember up beats are all the little in betweens. That's the basics, elaborating takes practice and the variation be many. The head goes down on ordinary beats but comes back up for all the uppers. Just remember my friend timing is key but there are always plenty-o-fish in the sea. That's the basics, elaborating takes practice and the variation be many. If done improperly this dance is about as useful as other people's spleens.
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Your silence will not save you. - Audre Lorde
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09-30-2007, 03:55 PM
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"Fair-Skinned Minority"
Standin in the heat out on highway 10 East with my thumb out in the air Arizona desert hundred-ten degree heat and nobody seems to care Business people and college kids seem almost to smirk as they flock by like sheep in a herd Thats why I stand their with my middle-finger behind my back-my other arm out in front of me as Im flipping the bird I was born second-class you know that its so because Im still that way today People who have had a better lot in life I do not understand how they could look down upon me Its been my realization that we live in a nation of pigs in a sick society I love and appreciate the black man Im a victim of the white devil - a fair-skinned minority Stole a free ride on an eastbound hot-shot to Memphis,Tennessee Worked afew day labor jobs along the way until I got to NO,LA Gettin stuck in small towns and cut-off from the world can be a miserable place to be People cannot fathom why I'd be on the streets theyve never heard of a fair-skinned minority When I finnaly made my way back to Memphis I could see that not a God-damn thing had changed at all My friends all sittin round with not a job to be found just as wasted and degraded as they'd all been before Growin up dissatisfied,rebellious and infamous-in some places I could still sense some hostility Good thing I dont give a fuck what tasteless idiots think I guess Im just a fair-skinned monority
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09-30-2007, 10:54 PM
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Your silence will not save you. - Audre Lorde
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10-01-2007, 01:49 PM
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how 'bout this one:
"The Bad Man" "Sitting in the park Trying to give children candy Hoping one of them will touch my 'Jim Dandy' No, little one there's no need to fight Rapid in-and-out motion will make it feel right I have an idea Let's go get in my van And I'll take you somewhere that no one else can But when we arrive I will to have to bind you And dump you someplace where no one will find you!"
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10-11-2007, 02:10 PM
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Interesting, but what's with the quotes? Did you have this published somewhere else?
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Your silence will not save you. - Audre Lorde
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10-11-2007, 02:14 PM
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PEACE LOVE EMPATHY -Noodles
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10-11-2007, 02:58 PM
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__________________
Your silence will not save you. - Audre Lorde
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10-11-2007, 02:59 PM
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"The Elephant is Not Gone"
Listen to this. It's lined with a scream and it's the trigger of tomorrow. I'm now in a story that came and went, But in it the change of two, I sit in on the living But I don't get who did it. If heart is something, Then this wind is nothing to them. That voice sliced through me and erased this second coming, Now I to everyone am a terrorist. The grave and the wounded, Can't keep trying, I said to all of them, There is more than this. There is no need, Their shouts killed kids hiding in each watched world. If heart is something, Then heart can die. We want to empty up this belly up, Truth. All kid's children dream guns and other uns. All shatter this world so let me out. We do this, This town, Is left with a soul surviving kid. Humans this is the lie that lies loudly. All be useless. Because while this is your fist, You can't pick up all pieces. Answers will laugh. Then I into the world will go. In the midst of those who spit and forget. Where tomorrow faces understanding and upheaval. From one to another, It was a meaningless night shouted, But still we push and pull more. And we don't give the young a way out, Truth. It is pulled and pushed in a way that becomes a story to those said days, To kid's children, Boredom. I think you feel what they call uneasiness kid, But it's nothing... Word a silent want to the sky before bed. Without heart, A soul is sold. I know they only stood to hide silver, but its just a children's day of play, Without heart, Isn't it wonderful not to know any better? This is the freedom of our forefathers.
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Your silence will not save you. - Audre Lorde
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