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There have been openings, but I have not interviewed for any jobs, nor do I want to right now.

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I Could Make A Living Out Of Lovin You

If theres something that needs fixing
Im the man to see
Look me up, Im listed
Just check under b
If youre ever on the spot
Well, Im good with my hands
24-7 Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
I could make a living out of lovin you
Until the work is finished
Well, I dont get paid
I dont mind getting dirty
Thats my middle name
Im in the service business
So I understand
Call me 24-7, Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Solo
Tough jobs, rough jobs, say where and when
Ill leave you my card, call when you need me again
Odd jobs, hard jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Id be a rich man, its true
I could make a living out of lovin you
Im a rich man
I could make a living out of lovin you

song performed by Bon Jovi
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If I Could Make A Living Out Of Loving You

If theres something that needs fixing
Im the man to see
Look me up, Im listed
Just check under b
If youre ever on the spot
Well, Im good with my hands
24-7 Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
I could make a living out of lovin you
Until the work is finished
Well, I dont get paid
I dont mind getting dirty
Thats my middle name
Im in the service business
So I understand
Call me 24-7, Im your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Solo
Tough jobs, rough jobs, say where and when
Ill leave you my card, call when you need me again
Odd jobs, hard jobs, baby
Chorus:
Id be a rich man, its true
If I could make a living out of lovin you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin you
Id be a rich man, its true
I could make a living out of lovin you
Im a rich man
I could make a living out of lovin you

song performed by Bon Jovi
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Banned In The U. S. A.

Government of the people
For the people
By the people
[news reporter]:
Earlier today in broward county,
Appalling courtjudges upheld the previousruling
To ban the sale of miami rap group the 2 live crews double-platinum album,
Nasty as they wanna be, in broward county.
[someone else commenting]
We think its the banning of free speech.
First amendment protects material, resultably.
Luke (being interviewed):
We dont talk about, uh, harrassing and sexually brutalizing women in my music, man!
We dont do that in my music, man! Im tired of you saying that!
Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
Weve got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying were too nasty and were 2 live
Corrupted politicians playing games
Bringing us down to boost their fame
They must be joking thinking we will fall
But theyre like flies movin the wall
We stand tall from beginning to end
With the help from fans and all our friends
Freedom of speech will never die
For us to help, our ancestors died
Dont keep thinking that we will quit
Well always stand and never sit
Were 2 live, 2 black, 2 strong
Doing the right thing, and not the wrong
So listen up, yall, to what we say
We wont be banned in the u.s.a.!
Chorus: (3x)
Banned in the usa, I was
[reporter]:
Lukes concerts are for adults
[luke] (being interviewed):
If its an adult show you have to be 18
Our record is a year old, but with all the publicity,
Theres a lot of people ... curiosity is around!
Were selling records to a totally different audience.
I take a precaution that nobody else has not stickered my album, I made
Two versions, two versions two versions..
Verse 2: [brother marquis]
The first amendment gave us freedom of speech
So what you sayin? it didnt include me?
I like to party and have a good time
Theres nothin but pleasure written in our rhyme
I know you dont think well ever quit
Weve got some people on our side who wont take your lip
Were gonna do all the things we wanna do

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song performed by 2 Live Crew
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Fair Openings

Of humankind and of love,
Of humankind and of peace,
But yesterday is gone too soon;
Abd we are faded in the age of love.

He will put his head up and she will put her tail up,
Softly and sweet to the taste of things;
And like fair openings of the graves.
See the sankes that they rear,
In this era of the computer age;
And of their nakedness as seen in the bush,
But the fair openings are like the crystal gleaming.

If there is no sex it is enough for the day,
But if there is sex then let it produce a baby;
And like a chosen leaf at the gate of Eden.

To see it by moonlight and to use it by daylight,
And like my first love at school;
But my second love was a t the place of work,
And in my death i will have my third love.

I am alive and kicking,
And like the beautiful and the brave!
But today i am very handsome and lovely.

Sea-birds of love and of the fair openings,
The morning star is here to stay with us all;
But in the noontide i will be with you my lover.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The 47% Mitt Romney Calls Welfare Slobs

61% of these 47% percent of Americans that Mitt Romney calls irresponsible and welfare trash work and pay payroll taxes. Many of these 47% are vets, elderly on social security, crippled and hurting people. He doesn't mention soldiers at war during his acceptance speech NOW THIS....24%% of the people voting for the Romney ticket are in this 47% Romney called welfare slobs; they were voting for him but not no more! ! ! ! ! ! I'm sorry the zombies still will. Romney is an outsourcing business man who hid his money in tax shelters around the world. His 47% perspective is just more of his elitist antics. This 47%number has, elderly people on social security, vets and many hurting people. This shows his perspective on social security and medicare way back to the New Deal and President Roosevelt; it shows that he detests entitlement programs for the middle class and poor. He calls them irresponsible and seeing themselves as victims. So condescending, so out of touch....President Obama wants the private sector to lower this statistic of 47% getting government aid by creating jobs. He doesn't want everyone on the government dole but until jobs are created he wants everyone to get a fair shake at the American Dream not just the rich. The republicans and tea party resist any creation of jobs so they don't give him any credit or help. They paint him as a big government socialist because he uses the government to help the people, all of the people. Romney is a 1% representative and disdains a huge portion of the American people. These fat cats outsourced the jobs and now so many industrial jobs are in China with cheap labor and no environmental standards by people like Mitt Romney and Bain Capital. They hide their money in tax shelters then use that same money for lobbyists and use the right wing Supreme Courts ruling on Citizens United calling a corporation a person with first amendment rights so they can pour money into elections without disclosure. Mitt Romney represents this movement of the power of money not freedom. They even define rape or tried to as they bring their sexist elitist perspective into play....we must resist these new rich elites and power hungry shills

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Jobs?

Jobs?
They don't want jobs.
Not the ones they exclaim,
Can make a down payment...
On credited fantasies.
And they want to be able to pay for them.
They want money.
And lots of it.
They are above pushing a broom.
They've been spoiled by 'entitlements'.

That's why those who created those jobs,
Found a cheaper way to produce their products...
Now being made overseas.
With more sweating they get,
From grateful and pleasant employees.
Not discussing their retirement plans,
Or increments of expected raises.

Those employers wanting to survive,
Have prioritized their needs as well.
With a paying of those interested in creating quality...
And not those more involved,
In discussing where they vacation...
During a two hour lunch break.
While complaining what the boss makes...
Or who shops where for a price making eyes pop.
As they within eight hours do exactly what they please.
To leave a job before it is time...
Completing nothing that is due.

Jobs?
They had jobs.
And complained 'aliens' were taking them away.
When blacks began getting tips waiting on tables,
It was soon discovered how they were no longer qualified,
To do menial work.
Since 'some' folks began to realize,
Those menial positions could become very lucrative.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they'd be my best friend. Other times you're being interviewed by a complete jerk.

quote by Judith Guest
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State Of The Union

President Obama,
your firm resolve
very admirable...
you preach your dream
for America with
light in your eyes...
you drew your line
in the sand...

but we your people
are still hurting...
we cannot feed our children
on dreams alone..
we need the body
to follow the heart.

bringing the soldiers home,
finally, keep them home!
should have been done
long ago!

jobs, jobs, jobs,
we need jobs...
fair pay with benefits.
fair taxation...
and yes, tax the rich!

all Americans, all colors
and creeds, must walk together,
hand in hand, for the future,
ours, and our childrens'.

the hand of the oil companies,
and the big banks,
needs to be removed!
justice the same for all,
both rich and poor

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Back To Greed

What's the problem?
Why is there a commotion in the streets?
We have created millions of jobs.
And half of the people weren't qualified,
To fulfill the positions.
And yet they have their jobs!
And people are working.
What's going on?
What is the protesting about?

'Well...
The people are disgruntled,
Because...
Well,
The have an issue with 'pay'! '

What issue?

'They want to get 'paid'.
They want pay for what they do.'

You can't satisfy these people!
First it was jobs.
That's all they screamed about.
Well,
They've got their jobs.
Now you say they want pay?

'Yes.'

What next will they be demanding?
FOOD?
Then what?
SHELTER?
What kind of operation they think we run here?
A 'social service agency'?
You tell them to go back to work.
Because they certainly will 'not' be going back to greed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams On Lay-Away

As soon as we eliminate the wars.
To enable us to restore our economic prosperity...
I will guarantee all of you,
Jobs to afford the realization of your dreams.

'Wasn't it just last week,
That same guy proposed an increase...
Of troops and weapons until we all witnessed,
A bonafide and unquestionable victory? '

~Hey...
That's the same guy who opposes,
What the other guy has been saying all along.~

'Who are we to believe? '

~Well...
Anyone who has previously stated,
That the automobile industry should go bankrupt.
And then promises to create 12 million jobs within 4 years,
If elected to lead with his vision of prosperity...
Is counting on an effective fantasy to feed,
Every mind he can still find attached...
To a recycling of their delusions.~

'And what does he exactly mean by saying...
'Jobs To Afford The Realization Of Your Dreams? ''

~That depends.
Does a 'realization' of dreams,
Put into 'reality' an effectiveness that is realized?
I know folks already with jobs,
Who can not put their dreams on lay-away.
Even if they tried to save.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Thousand Poems

yeah yeah, nothing for you to boast about –
‘100 good ones would be quite enough…
no, make that 20 – who’s got time for more,
even if they were masterpieces…’

So perhaps, merely a little quiet satisfaction
in a personal kinda way: I guess
retirement years hang heavily for some,
recalling days of authority, command;
others find them richer, busier than ever; or
do just the same jobs as they did so well, except
they don’t get paid for it…

or you can put all your ego in one basket –
try to do the one thing well; after a life
of unfinished jobs and hasty jobs,
and jobs you dreamed of and yet never did…

or, there’s poetry: if speech is actually the Word
that set the cosmos on its merry way, that
sings the praise of gods or human enterprise, or
draws attention to the sunlight on a wall;
melts the heart; reveals, relates
the physical and the metaphysical;
raises the spirits, lights the mind… then,
poetry’s no bad thing
to sieve, to pour a lifetime into;

and if, as the statistics state,
400 of those 1,000 poems get a reading, averaging
two people each, around the world and every day –
then perhaps, a little quiet pride, a hope
that something useful has been tried
in these last years on earth…

a small gift to the fleeting soul,
the ferryman’s so solemn toll
to help it on its way; a fee
to offer; if that were, shall be,
what’s appropriate..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fleetwood

We were once a thriving town
envied by ports from miles around
plenty of fish and jobs for all
and then the pride before the fall
the fish are gone, the jobs are few
the town no longer what we knew
yobs with drugs, no jobs or hope
just endless puffing on their dope
older people afraid to pass by
who saw the good times and wonder why
i hope my children fly this town
and find somewhere nice to settle down
a place where maybe dreams come true
with jobs, and hope and a future too.

poem by Michelle Garner
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And our big theme has been, you have made so much progress, we urge you on with the openings and market openings that have occurred. They clearly work and continuing on that path will produce further growth and further opportunities for the Indian people.

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Somebody Elses Money

We can buy that mansion on the hill
Well fill it up until its filled
Well buy a big black cadillac
And well keep an extra one in the back
Well sit home just listening
To the sounds of the winds when theyre breaking
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy you that flower garden
With every rose thats ever risen
With a blanket and a safety pin
Well keep away all the boogie men
And we can buy you that swing
Swing through the skies openings
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can tattoo nickels on our skin
Well drain our veins and put honey in
Well buy new fingers two times ten
Well even put pennies in our chins
Well buy a silver set of wings
Lay em on our backs for the winds
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
Well crash in on the neighbors wedding
Well steal the cake and go running
Youll head straight for the jewelry
And Ill steal the money like a lottery
Well buy a set of legs just for walking
And another set of tongues for when were small talking
Another set of lips for being obscene
And another set of heads for halloween
And we can buy you that swing
To swing through the skies openings
We can buy that diamond ring
Just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy babies for the babies
Well give them both big red ponies
Theyll live in that mansion on the hill
That well keep on fillin until its filled
Well watch the neighbors fatten up with greed
Watching us buying everything we dont need
I know theyre listening
Through a telescope from across the street
Watching us fillin up the bathtubs with sweets
Money, money, money

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Somebody Elses Money

We can buy that mansion on the hill
Well fill it up until its filled
Well buy a big black cadillac
And well keep an extra one in the back
Well sit home just listening
To the sounds of the winds when theyre breaking
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy you that flower garden
With every rose thats ever risen
With a blanket and a safety pin
Well keep away all the boogie men
And we can buy you that swing
Swing through the skies openings
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can tattoo nickels on our skin
Well drain our veins and put honey in
Well buy new fingers two times ten
Well even put pennies in our chins
Well buy a silver set of wings
Lay em on our backs for the winds
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
Well crash in on the neighbors wedding
Well steal the cake and go running
Youll head straight for the jewelry
And Ill steal the money like a lottery
Well buy a set of legs just for walking
And another set of tongues for when were small talking
Another set of lips for being obscene
And another set of heads for halloween
And we can buy you that swing
To swing through the skies openings
We can buy that diamond ring
Just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy babies for the babies
Well give them both big red ponies
Theyll live in that mansion on the hill
That well keep on fillin until its filled
Well watch the neighbors fatten up with greed
Watching us buying everything we dont need
I know theyre listening
Through a telescope from across the street
Watching us fillin up the bathtubs with sweets
Money, money, money

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Hiawatha's Fishing

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
With his fishing-line of cedar,
Of the twisted bark of cedar,
Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma,
Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes,
In his birch canoe exulting
All alone went Hiawatha.
Through the clear, transparent water
He could see the fishes swimming
Far down in the depths below him;
See the yellow perch, the Sahwa,
Like a sunbeam in the water,
See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish,
Like a spider on the bottom,
On the white and sandy bottom.
At the stern sat Hiawatha,
With his fishing-line of cedar;
In his plumes the breeze of morning
Played as in the hemlock branches;
On the bows, with tail erected,
Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo;
In his fur the breeze of morning
Played as in the prairie grasses.
On the white sand of the bottom
Lay the monster Mishe-Nahma,
Lay the sturgeon, King of Fishes;
Through his gills he breathed the water,
With his fins he fanned and winnowed,
With his tail he swept the sand-floor.
There he lay in all his armor;
On each side a shield to guard him,
Plates of bone upon his forehead,
Down his sides and back and shoulders
Plates of bone with spines projecting
Painted was he with his war-paints,
Stripes of yellow, red, and azure,
Spots of brown and spots of sable;
And he lay there on the bottom,
Fanning with his fins of purple,
As above him Hiawatha
In his birch canoe came sailing,
With his fishing-line of cedar.
"Take my bait," cried Hiawatha,
Dawn into the depths beneath him,
"Take my bait, O Sturgeon, Nahma!
Come up from below the water,
Let us see which is the stronger!"
And he dropped his line of cedar
Through the clear, transparent water,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Song Of Hiawatha VIII: Hiawatha's Fishing

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
With his fishing-line of cedar,
Of the twisted bark of cedar,
Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma,
Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes,
In his birch canoe exulting
All alone went Hiawatha.
Through the clear, transparent water
He could see the fishes swimming
Far down in the depths below him;
See the yellow perch, the Sahwa,
Like a sunbeam in the water,
See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish,
Like a spider on the bottom,
On the white and sandy bottom.
At the stern sat Hiawatha,
With his fishing-line of cedar;
In his plumes the breeze of morning
Played as in the hemlock branches;
On the bows, with tail erected,
Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo;
In his fur the breeze of morning
Played as in the prairie grasses.
On the white sand of the bottom
Lay the monster Mishe-Nahma,
Lay the sturgeon, King of Fishes;
Through his gills he breathed the water,
With his fins he fanned and winnowed,
With his tail he swept the sand-floor.
There he lay in all his armor;
On each side a shield to guard him,
Plates of bone upon his forehead,
Down his sides and back and shoulders
Plates of bone with spines projecting
Painted was he with his war-paints,
Stripes of yellow, red, and azure,
Spots of brown and spots of sable;
And he lay there on the bottom,
Fanning with his fins of purple,
As above him Hiawatha
In his birch canoe came sailing,
With his fishing-line of cedar.
'Take my bait,' cried Hiawatha,
Dawn into the depths beneath him,
'Take my bait, O Sturgeon, Nahma!
Come up from below the water,
Let us see which is the stronger!'
And he dropped his line of cedar
Through the clear, transparent water,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Friends Within The Darkness

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible--
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.

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poem by Charles Bukowski
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