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I am not whiny!

quote by Carol Lynley
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I Wont Be Home For Christmas

Outside the carolers start to sing
I cant describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they dont bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
Its christmas time again
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time theyll waste
Oh god, I hate these satans helpers
And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
Its christmas time, again
Its time to be nice to the people you cant stand, all year
Im growing tired of all this christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and let me be alone
Well, I guess its not cool to freak on christmas eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage
And even though the jail didnt have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Cause a guy named bubba unwrapped my package
Its christmas time, again
Its time to be nice to the people you cant stand, all year
Im growing tired of all this christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and let me be alone
I wont be home, I wont be home for christmas
I wont be home, I wont be home for christmas
(repeat till end)

song performed by Blink 182
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I Won't Be Home For Christmas (live)

outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don't bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It's christmas time again
So i stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh god, i hate these satan's helpers
And then i guess i must have snapped
Because i grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
It's christmas time, again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year
I'm growing tired of all this christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and let me be alone
Well, i guess it's not cool to freak on christmas eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage
And even though the jail didn't have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Cause a guy named bubba unwrapped my package
It's christmas time, again
It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand, all year
I'm growing tired of all this christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and let me be alone
I won't be home, i won't be home for christmas
I won't be home, i won't be home for christmas
(repeat till end)

song performed by Blink 182
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Taming The Tiger

I stepped outside to breathe the air
And stare up at the stars
Big dipper hanging there
Over the rented car
Over the rented car
Im a runaway from the record biz
From the hoods in the hood and the whiny white kids
Boring!
The old man is snoring
And Im taming the tiger
(you cant tame the tiger)
Tiger, tiger burning bright
Nice, kitty kitty
Tiger, tiger burning bright
Sophia says its hard to catch
And harder still to ride
The time to watch the beast the best
Is when its purring at your side
Purring at your side
Accolades and honors
One false move and youre a goner
Boring!
The old man is snoring
And Im taming the tiger
(you cant tame the tiger)
Tiger, tiger burning bright
Nice, kitty kitty
Tiger, tiger burning bright
In the forest of the night
The moon shed light
On my hopeless plight
As the radio blared so bland
Every disc, a poker chip
Every song just a one night stand
Formula music, girly guile
Genuine junkfood for juveniles
Up and down the dial
Mercenary style
I watched the stars chuck down their spears
And a plane went blinking by
And I thought of anna
Wild and dear
Like fireworks in the sky
Fireworks in the sky
Im so sick of this game
Its hip, its hot
Lifes too short, the whole things gotten
Boring!
The old man is snoring
And Im taming the tiger

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song performed by Joni Mitchell
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The kids out there want something they can relate to, something that's real; most of that whiny stuff isn't real. The cheesy pop songs just bore me to death.

quote by Jonathan Davis
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Yet We Love Them

Not all women be sweet
Nor be all women Tiny…
Some seem to me,
To be fresh and beautiful
as the sea…
And others…E’en a tiny bit briny.

Some speak smugly
Others speak whiny
While some be as Ugly…
as a monkey’s heinie
So, why do we love them?
…Beats the heck out of me! ! …

poem by David Whalen
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Uncharted Self

Do not go like a rose,
stay like poinsettia.
Now as a brutal encounter
holy color will descend.

Polygonal wound was too proud
to bleed on the street.
The scarlet morning will bring
night’s blood.

And mystery of love between
outcasts will never smell the hate.
Insane discretion wraps a baby
of a cloud to argue for parents.

Questions are raw like sea
rocks under the hoofs of a
whiny horse. I had found you
sitting in a graveyard.

poem by Satish Verma
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In My Head

In my head
voices speak,
Ingrid says,
each one suggesting

different things,
proposing I do this
or that, each voice
distinct from the other.

The Psychiatrist
pares his nails,
gazes at the photo
of his wife and kids,

the silver frame,
the wife with that stupid grin,
and the voice of Ingrid
grating on his ears,

like some whiny cat
shut out in the night
with the heavy rain.
In my head,

Ingrid says,
voices are beginning again.

poem by Terry Collett
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Im So Sick Of You

You tell a joke and forget the punchline
Why you always wastin my time?
Hey baby, trust me, you just disgust me
Your hairs a mess and your make-ups crusty
I dont know too many females
Who make a habit of biting their toenails
Wo, every time you call, you drive me up the wall
Honey, just the sight of you makes my flesh crawl
Im sure wed be happy together
If only one little thing werent true
Oh baby, I yi yi yi yi
Im so sick of you
You drink the milk right from the carton
What are you, in kindergarten?
Youre belchin everywhere, foulin up the air
Then you use my razor to shave your back hair
You dont have an ounce of class
Youre just one big pain in the neck
How much more can I take now
Give me a break now
You even snore when youre wide awake now
You tell all your friends were the perfect couple
Well, maybe you should get a clue
cause baby, I yi yi yi yi
Im so sick of you
Baby, youre so nauseatin
I yi yi yi yi
Im so sick of you
And when you softly call my name
Its like Im listenin to a squeaky chalk sound
And when you look at me that special way
Its hard for me to keep my lunch down
And when you ask me what Im thinkin, honey, usually Im thinkin
How Id really like to tie your head completely up in duct tape
So I wouldnt have to listen to you asking me those stupid questions
Over and over again
Well, that disgusting noise you make when you laugh
Gives me a throbbing migraine
(cant stand you, I just cant stand you)
Until you came along, I never dated anyone this low on the food chain
(cant stand you, I just cant stand you)
Youve got inhuman body odor
Youve got the hair of a boxing promoter
Yeah, your teeth are all yellow, your butts made of jell-o
You wake up in a puddle, droolin on your pillow
I hate the way you crack your knuckles
I hate your whiny loser girlfriends too
But mostly I yi yi yi yi
Im so sick of you
Really now, youre aggravatin

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song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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Amish Paradise

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize shes very plain
But thats just perfect for an amish like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning Im milkin cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows... fool
And Ive been milkin and plowin so long that
Even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
Im a man of the land, Im into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight were gonna party like its 1699
We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Ive churned butter once or twice
Living in an amish paradise
Its hard work and sacrifice
Living in an amish paradise
We sell quilts at a discount price
Living in an amish paradise
A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really dont care, in fact I wish him well
cause Ill be laughing my head off when hes burning in hell
But I aint never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An amish with a tude?
You know thats unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree
I really look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, youll be bored to tears
We havent even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we aint really quaint, so please dont point and stare
Were just technologically impaired
Theres no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like robinson caruso
Its as primitive as can be
We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
Were just plain and simple guys
Living in an amish paradise
Theres no time for sin and vice
Living in an amish paradise
We dont fight, we all play nice
Living in an amish paradise
Hitchin up the buggy, churnin lots of butter
Raised a barn on monday, soon Ill raise anutter
Think youre really righteous?
Think youre pure in heart?

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song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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Fast Food Hell

Everyday I am forced to sell,
Fast food in this fast food hell,
Greasy burgers with ingredients unknown,
I’m behind the grimy counter, all alone.
Little kids with whiny voices,
Line up for the kid meal choices,
Soccer moms with mini vans,
Men with ‘blackberries, “Look no hands! ”
Everyone from everywhere,
They all come to jeer and stare,
At I, the unfortunate employee,
Trapped in burger hell, and never free.

poem by Amity Willows
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When I Was Your Age

Let me tell you sonny... let me tell you straight
You kids today aint never had it tough
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
You lazy brats think nothings good enough
Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow
Worked in the coal mines twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Had to sell me internal organs just to pay the rent
When I was your age. when I was your age
When I was your age. when I was your age
Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
Theres something wrong with all you kids today
You just dont appreciate all the things youve got
We were hungry, broken and miserable and we liked it fine that way
There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box
All I got for christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big ol chunk of dirt
If we were really good, we didnt get dessert
When I was your age. when I was your age
When I was your age. when I was your age
Didnt have no telephone, didnt have no fax machine
All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string
Didnt have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Our neighbors mseptic tank was the closest thing we had
Didnt have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails
Didnt have nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Didnt have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
Didnt have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
Whats the matter now, sonny, you say you dont believe this junk?
You think my storys wearin kinda thin?
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline
Dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve
Then hed get too tired and hed make us whoop ourselves
Then hed chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
And let me tell ya, junior, you never heard me complain
When I was your age. when I was your age
When I was your age. when I was your age

song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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A Troubling Moment

It was all very troubling:
after seven years of marriage to her whiny husband
with whom he exchanged a functional loathing
when their virtual twin-ship must needs be admitted
in spite of biological differences, by all involved,
when Fortune seemed to shine again,
his sister began to show; smiled mysteriously
informing the table at dinner one night, 'Yes, it was true'
confirming her first pregnancy at thirty-three.

He contributed to the round of clapping
the oohs and ahs of genuine delight;
too, tinked his water glass with a nearby fork,
the tedious wedding enacted again
in a smaller, more intimate version,
but it made him uneasy.
It was the usual thing: love-neutralized venom-
he didn't like it-it gave him indigestion,
the now-endless prospect of blame.

And then she raised her glass
and took a sober little sip of water
having given up table wine a month before
and looking sideways at her father swallowed
her eyes full of love and shared, secret triumph
in acknowledgement of their unassailable,
their special bond. She had done what she could:
the future was up to itself.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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One Left.

There was one left in the box,
A large chocolate candy, the kind
She liked; but what to do? Pass it
Over to her to indulge and risk her
Putting on that weight, she was
Trying to lose or secretly, while
She was looking out of the window
At the birds, stuff it into your mouth
And hurriedly chew and swallow?
There’s one chocolate candy here
In the box if you want it, you say.
She turns from the window, her eyes
Large green emeralds, her lips part
And she says, no, you have it, I'm trying
To lose that extra pound, and looks
Away, her voice not at all convincing,
Just a whiny drawn out, you take it, sound.

poem by Terry Collett
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