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I'd just like to be treated like a regular customer.

quote by Elvis Presley
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Regular Guy

Im the kind of guy a girl takes home to mom
Pleated khaki pants, and cologne thats the bomb
(you sure smell perty)
Shake her dads hand
Look him in the eye
And tell him straight up Im just a regular guy (ill have her home by 9 sir)
Im a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that for you mam)
A regular guy says mam on the double( Im on it)
Im a regular guy just like dawsons creek
A regular guy just dont call me a geek, a geek yeah
But sometimes I remember what got me here
It was friday and cussing
Back off Im in a boy band
And showing no fear
I watch jay leno (hes funny) 7th heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes what would jesus do
Grab me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
Im buds with my mom
And I hang out with my dad..hes my buddy
I play everything safe so Ill never be sad (boo hoo)
Im a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that for you mam)
A regular guy says mam on the double( Im on it)
Im a regular guy just like dawsons creek
A regular guy just dont call me a geek, a geek yeah
Dont push me.
Damnt sometimes I wanna smash things up
Jacked up and wrapped upIm in a boy band.. a boyband
And have to pee in a cup
Im a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that for you mam)
A regular guy says mam on the double( Im on it)
Im a regular guy just like dawsons creek
A regular guy just dont call me a geek, a geek yeah

song performed by 2gether
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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!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Feeling At 1: 04am,27/11/10

A night of mares
A night of many stares
A night when you appear hopeless
A night you seem helpless
A night you stand to be hapless

When you are treated like a dog
Noisy and best only in barking
When you are treated like a frog
Assummed cold blooded and best only in frowning
When you are treated like a log
Lifeless and best only in sleeping without a feeling
When you are treated like a criminal in the synagogue
Ruthlessly and left decaying
When you are treated myopic as if in fog
half blind and short of seeing
When you are treated as one who can only jog
slow and lame in running
When you are treated like a bog
With no respect, dirty and best only for waste disposing
When you are treated like a dog, a frog, a log, a bog
Will you stop doubting
Will you be a healthy person to be living?

poem by Julius Lenjatin
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I Wouldn't Treat A Dog

when i was up
You'd always come around
When i need a friend
You could never be found
I got a hole
Where my heart used to be
I wouldn't treat a dog, no
The way you treated me
When time was good, love
All of your lovin' was the same
Oh, when the goin' got rough
Boy, you hardly knew my name
You locked me out
And you threw away the key, baby
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
Got me cryin for the love
That i'm needin'
Beggin' like a dog for a bone
Boy, i've spent most of my time grievin'
You turn you back
And you leave me, one of these old days
Lord knows that it's true
Just when you need me the most
I'll be walking out on you
When you say
As you're beggin' down on your knees, baby
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
The way you treated me
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
No, no i wouldn't do it
No, baby, i couldn't do it
I wouldn't treat a dog, no no no
The way you treated me
No baby, the way you treated me

song performed by Cher
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List Of Things You Want

You want to be treated fairly.
You want to be treated right.
You want to be treated with respect.
And your dignity protected day and night.

What makes your needs any different than mine?
And why should I treat you more thoughtfully,
Than you have treated me?
And you taught me the many faces,
Of mental and physical abuse.
With declarations to make me feel,
Unqualified to be near a gutter.

And you want what?
From me?
To prove to you I can be humane?
I know I did not hear you say that?
And you called me a heathen too?
Heathens do not give the shirts off their backs.

You want to be treated fairly.
You want to be treated right.
You want to be treated with respect.
And your dignity protected day and night.

And...
May I add,
An all expense paid trip to Fantasy Island.
Hosted by the best psychiatrist available.
With a need to stay.
Put that on your list of things you want.
To have us both hope that happens.
And not soon enough.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pulling Life On The Mercy Of Others

The smoky restaurant on the roadside
Was waiting for its first customer
Ready with local South Indian menu
The owner was turning impatient
Pulling out and pushing in
His cash box
Hotel waiters standing close
To their areas of service
I was watching all of them
Positioning myself outside the premises
I was too keen to see their first customer
This hotel serves you the best
Among all the such outlets
In this part of the city
It may be business strategy, I do not know
The quality of the food initially served
Turns less acceptable to me as time passes
That is why, I come very early in the morning
So that I get the good stuff
I took off my eyes from the staff
And looked left and right on the road
For a prospective first eater
No one has to come yet
My hunger kept growing
And mouth started watering
As I lost in my plight
I saw a customer to my delight
Stepping up the restaurant and to my pleasure
He took a seat and he ordered too for a regular menu
I know I have to give time for him to eat
And then only my time to eat comes
I do not require keeping a look at him
I go by an audio signal which marks his finishing eating
I started watching the vehicles crossing fast in front of me
The people who go for a morning walk
The vegetable vendors and the milkmen
A paper boy almost rode his bicycle on me
I was smart in negotiating his rashness by jumping to safety
I heard the sound I was waiting for
The fall of the banana leaf with a thud into the dust bin
This leaf served as an eating plate for the first comer
My job now is to jump into the bin
And to eat the left over on the leaf
Some small slices of food items
And the left over spicy side dishes are enough
To take care of my hunger
At times it happens that I stay for more leaves to fall
One good thing is that this shop is newly opened
I do not face competition from other friends of my tribe
Though I bear the look of a Pomeranian

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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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IV. Tertium Quid

True, Excellency—as his Highness says,
Though she's not dead yet, she's as good as stretched
Symmetrical beside the other two;
Though he's not judged yet, he's the same as judged,
So do the facts abound and superabound:
And nothing hinders that we lift the case
Out of the shade into the shine, allow
Qualified persons to pronounce at last,
Nay, edge in an authoritative word
Between this rabble's-brabble of dolts and fools
Who make up reasonless unreasoning Rome.
"Now for the Trial!" they roar: "the Trial to test
"The truth, weigh husband and weigh wife alike
"I' the scales of law, make one scale kick the beam!"
Law's a machine from which, to please the mob,
Truth the divinity must needs descend
And clear things at the play's fifth act—aha!
Hammer into their noddles who was who
And what was what. I tell the simpletons
"Could law be competent to such a feat
"'T were done already: what begins next week
"Is end o' the Trial, last link of a chain
"Whereof the first was forged three years ago
"When law addressed herself to set wrong right,
"And proved so slow in taking the first step
"That ever some new grievance,—tort, retort,
"On one or the other side,—o'ertook i' the game,
"Retarded sentence, till this deed of death
"Is thrown in, as it were, last bale to boat
"Crammed to the edge with cargo—or passengers?
"'Trecentos inseris: ohe, jam satis est!
"'Huc appelle!'—passengers, the word must be."
Long since, the boat was loaded to my eyes.
To hear the rabble and brabble, you'd call the case
Fused and confused past human finding out.
One calls the square round, t' other the round square—
And pardonably in that first surprise
O' the blood that fell and splashed the diagram:
But now we've used our eyes to the violent hue
Can't we look through the crimson and trace lines?
It makes a man despair of history,
Eusebius and the established fact—fig's end!
Oh, give the fools their Trial, rattle away
With the leash of lawyers, two on either side—
One barks, one bites,—Masters Arcangeli
And Spreti,—that's the husband's ultimate hope
Against the Fisc and the other kind of Fisc,
Bound to do barking for the wife: bow—wow!
Why, Excellency, we and his Highness here
Would settle the matter as sufficiently

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Goin Down The Road Feelin Bad

Goin down the road feelin bad.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
I dont want to be treated this away.
Goin where the climate suits my clothes.
Goin where the climate suits my clothes.
Goin where the climate suits my clothes.
I dont want to be treated this away.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
I dont want to be treated this away.
Goin where the water tastes like wine.
Goin where the water tastes like wine.
Goin where the water tastes like wine.
I dont want to be treated this away.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
Goin down the road feelin bad.
I dont want to be treated this away.
Goin where the chilly winds dont blow.
Goin where the chilly winds dont blow.
Goin where those chilly winds dont blow.
I dont want to be treated this away.

song performed by Grateful Dead
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What the customer demands is last year's model, cheaper. To find out what the customer needs you have to understand what the customer is doing as well as he understands it. Then you build what he needs and you educate him to the fact that he needs it.

quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Hear Sound Of Bread Seller

Hear song of approaching bread seller
music theme familiar to sell his wares
music to announce his approach teller
music to advertise his meal time wares

but speed racer is far to mobile to purchase last
on his bike he pauses not free cycling rapidly past
down hill in front of customer houses far too fast
his chance of customer sales daily speeds on past

he is a simple Simon selling not his wares
upon this street all his potential customers
cannot catch his corner soon turned retreat
such a salesman swift young foolish athlete

around the corner customers may gather
as up hill he must energy traverse pass slower
but his sales are constantly customer fewer
other salesmen daily pass downhill slow wiser

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Goin' Down The Road Feeling Bad

Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad
-------------------------------
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
I don't want to be treated this a away.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes.
I don't want to be treated this a away.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
I don't want to be treated this a away.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine.
I don't want to be treated this a away.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
I don't want to be treated this a away

song performed by Grateful Dead
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Because...

Because...
The sense you make,
It goes a little bit deeper.
Because...
You see defects,
And you are claimed tom peeper.
Because...
You do speak up,
And you know you can succeed.
Because...
Your mind's at ease.
You seem to reek of quality.

Some wont believe,
There are not too many people,
That are strong like that.
Some can't conceive,
There are not too many people,
With stress packed on their backs.
Some can't perceive,
There are not too many people,
Who will tell you where it's at.

Because...
The sense you make,
It goes a bit deeper.
Because...
You see defects,
And you are claimed a peeper.
Because...
You speak up,
And you know you can succeed.
Because...
Your mind is at ease.
You're not the one to beg on knees!

People might say some things...
Just to pick and irritate.
And then somebody comes along,
Who makes them player haters...
By the comments said and made.

Because...
The sense you make,
It goes a bit deeper.
Because...
You see defects,
And you are claimed a peeper.
Because...
You speak up,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIX: Human

In this world everybody is said to have right to live
But to be treated as human sometimes killing the human inside
In this world everybody can love anybody they like
But to be treated as human you can’t fall to the wrong person
In this world everybody has special gift
But to be treated as human all should meet a cliché standard
In this world everybody stands in the same position
But to be treated as human the order comes first before the law
In this world everybody could hold any religion
But to be treated as human nobody should have another God

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Homeless who writes on a ballot!

Homelessness describes the condition of people without a regular dwelling. People who are homeless are unable or unwilling to acquire and maintain regular, safe, and adequate housing, or lack 'fixed, regular, and adequate night-time residence.'The legal definition of 'homeless' varies from country to country, or among different entities or institutions in the same country or region.

The term homeless may also include people whose primary night-time residence is in a homeless shelter, a warming center, a domestic violence shelter or other ad hoc housing situation. Government homeless enumeration studies also include persons who sleep in a public or private place not designed for use as a regular sleeping accommodation for human beings.

If the Citizen are good
Then why should a Police Department?
If the Citizen are good
And a Homeless becomes the President
Then why do they bother for another Election?

*'A Moral collapse, culture of greed and selfish indifference is to blame for the recent riots.'
-British Prime Minister Mr.David Cameron

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Wouldn't Treat A Dog (the Way You Treated Me)

When I was up,
Girl, you were always comin' round
When I needed a friend,
You could never be found.
I've got a hole where my heart used to be.
I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby
The way you treated me. (I couldn't do it to ya, now)
When times were good,
Girl, all your lovin was the same.
When the cold wind got rough,
You hardly knew my name.
You've locked me out and you threw away the key.
I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby,
The way you treated me.
You've got me cryin' for love and I need it,
Beggin' like a dog for a bone.
I know I spend all my time feelin',
Turn my back and you'll leave me one of these old days.
Lord know that it's true,
Just when you need me the most,
Girl, I'll walk right out on you.
I hear you say, beggin' down on your bended knees,
I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby,
The way you treated me.
I've got a hole where my heart used to be,
I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby,
I wouldn't treat a dog, whoa no baby,
The way you..... treated...... me.

song performed by Cher
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Who Loves Ya Baby?

Verse 1:
Busy life, not enough time
To look in the mirror
Life in the fast lane...
Look around and take note
Who really loves you?
Dont get caught up in the clouds
Or youll go insane
When it seems everyone is needing something
Remember whos always been there for you
Chorus:
Who loves ya baby?
Who really loves ya baby?
Whos always been on your side morning and night?
Who loves ya baby?
Who really loves ya baby?
Whos gonna see to it that
Youre treated right?
Verse 2:
Just a smile is alright
Dont owe me anything
Come escape with me...[laugh]
You have got the world at your feet
Thats not always easy
All those people caring,
Yet youre still alone
I understand whats behind the feelings
I think I know you better than anyone (anyone)
Chorus
Bridge:
I believe in you...yes!
You believe in me too
Dont ever get swept away by something not real
cause the way I feel...
Oh I will always feel that way
Chorus
Who loves ya baby?
Chorus
Oh, who loves ya baby?
Who really loves you, loves you baby?
Oo yeah! (morning and night)
I say, who, who, who (who loves ya baby? )
Who loves ya baby? (who really loves you baby? )
Who, who, who (youre treated right)
Who loves ya baby? yeah! (who loves ya baby? )
Oo yeah! (who really loves you baby? )
Whos always been on your side morning and night?
Who loves ya baby?
Who really loves you baby?
Whos gonna see to it that youre treated right?

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song performed by Debbie Gibson
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Treated Bad Again

Hey girl dont come to me and ask me for a helpin hand
cause by the way things seem to be, I would never ever understand
When he comes to you, you always take him back
Hey girl, just wait and see, youre bound to have a heartattack
cause whenever you meet
It always turns out the same
Youre treated bad again
Treated bad again
Hey girl why cant you learn that changes can be made
cause when he comes to you, you got to turn and walk the other way
Go out, hit the town, try to look for something new
Go out, mess around, understand what you are going through
Cause whenever you meet
It always turns out the same
Youre treated bad again
Treated bad again
So many nights
My thoughts bring me to you
Ive seen him come and go
And so many years
You dont know
Ive been watching you
But baby, baby
Would something change if you knew < >

song performed by Europe
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Why Is It?

It makes me angry when I read
how murders, rapists and drug dealers
can be treated like kings;
even the scroungers of our society
are elevated in stature.
Yet our armed forces,
those brave men and women
who go out to battlefields
are frowned upon
and treated with deprivation
by those who send them to war.
They are the last ones to get help,
substandard help at that.
Yet child murders have praise heaped on them,
given new identities
all because they passed a couple of exams.
If you go and fight for your country,
you are treated with scorn
for doing a duty a lot would not do.
Maybe if they refused to go
were would the politicians be.
They would have to enlist
all those they have treated like kings,
the dregs of our society.
Let them go to war with meagre equipment,
let the enemy take their lives
and save us the job
of having to keep them in a kingly fashion.
Of course this will never happen,
only the brave go to fight
while the cowards stay safe at home
and live off what the brave
should be getting and never get.

29 July 2008

poem by David Harris
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Dipped and Greasy

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Many praying that the buffet will stay.
Many praying that they'll find another way,
To supply more condiments...
And remove the after dinner mints.

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy fingers licked...
Are slowly from us fading.
And those lips smacked,
Are begging for the buffet.
But a gluttony once loved...
Is slowly from us fading away.

Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Love

If it's so good to be had,
Why is it treated so bad.
If it's so good to be had,
Why is it treated so bad.

Nobody says...
Nobody cares,
For love!

Nobody says...
Nobody cares,
To love!

It's everywhere...
To be shared,
Everywhere!
By those caring.

It's everywhere...
To be shared,
Everywhere...
By those caring,
To stay...
And be,
In love!

To stay...
And be,
In love!

It's everywhere...
To be shared,
Everywhere!
By those caring.

It's everywhere...
To be shared,
Everywhere...
By those caring,
To stay...
And be,
In love!

If it's so good to be had,
Why is it treated so bad.
If it's so good to be had,
Why is it treated so bad.

It's everywhere...
To be shared,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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