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King Of Intimidation

Spoken : the women of this family seem to feel that they owe it to the men
Of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.
For you they live in a quiet monastery
For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is short
They count to ten when you tell them how to drive
And when theyre afraid they let you speak for them
All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good christian behavior
For you we wax, we scale, and chicken our legs
For you we chew our nails if we had any left buy fake ones to do it
We counted to 10 temporarily
And it was somethin about how you talk down to me
All hail the king of intimidation
Mocker of good christian behavior
The roles of compromising for the family, you dont want some
Theres only so much we can do to make your dress short
I am single
I am weary
Youre just jealous
Youre just confused

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song performed by Alanis Morissette
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The Simple

Wine is a mocker and,
Strong drink is a brawler!
So whoever is deceived by them is not wise;
But let the simple learn a lesson from them.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Scourge Slays Humanity

depression silent insipid stalker
scourge preys upon virile rocker
to glee of Satan humanity mocker
holds entire world in vice sin locker

invisible bars deadlock or cripple chains
shackled soul in sin bolt quake hell remains
shaking hear toll of heaven redemption bells
holy spirit free all in private cell affliction hells

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pleasant Words

Pleasant words are like a comb of honey,
And my love to you is like the sweet oil to your soul!
But better a dry crust with peace and quietness than,
A house full of sacrificial meals with trouble and strife! !
Wine is a mocker and strong drink is a brawler,
And whosoever is deceived by them is not wise!
But pleasant words are like a comb of honey.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Retrospect

I, trusting that the truly sweet
Would still be sweetly found the true,
Sang, darkling, taught by heavenly heat,
Songs which were wiser than I knew.
To the unintelligible dream
That melted like a gliding star,
I said: ‘We part to meet, fair Gleam!
You are eternal, for you are.’
To Love's strange riddle, fiery writ
In flesh and spirit of all create,
‘Mocker,’ I said, ‘of mortal wit,
Me you shall not mock. I can wait.’

poem by Coventry Patmore
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It's the Attention Given That Sells

A showstopping mocker,
Here to dropp impressions?
No.
I'm not into recreations.
They bore!
My direction has my pace on it.
Comparisons made to others,
Is an honor that flatters.
But I've never been able,
To do impressions well.
And if my toes are stepped on,
I will yell.
With a broadcasting done,
Screaming from the painful agony inflicted.
I can not escape the flair for dramatics.
It's the attention given,
That sells a unique performance.

'Work that pout.'

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bon Voyage

Child of a line accurst
And old as Troy,
Bringer of best and worst
In wild alloy—
Light, like a linnet first,
He sang for joy.

Thrall to the gilded ease
Of every day,
Mocker of all degrees
And always gay,
Child of the Cyclades
And of Broadway—

Laughing and half divine
The boy began,
Drunk with a woodland wine
Thessalian:
But there was rue to twine
The pipes of Pan.

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poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Job Work

'Write me a rhyme of the present time'.
And the poet took his pen
And wrote such lines as the miser minds
Hide in the hearts of men.

He grew enthused, as the poets used
When their fingers kissed the strings
Of some sweet lyre, and caught the fire
True inspiration brings,

And sang the song of a nation's wrong--
Of the patriot's galling chain,
And the glad release that the angel, Peace,
Has given him again.

He sang the lay of religion's sway,
Where a hundred creeds clasp hands
And shout in glee such a symphony
That the whole world understands.

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poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A Demand

You promised to paint me a picture,
Dear Mat,
And I was to pay you in rhyme.
Although I am loth to inflict your
Most easy of consciences, I'm
Of opinion that fibbing is awful,
And breaking a contract unlawful,
Indictable, too, as a crime,
A slight and all that.

If, Lady Unbountiful, any
Of that
By mortals called pity has part
In your obdurate soul-if a penny
You care for the health of my heart,
By performing your undertaking
You'll succor that organ from breaking
And spare it for some new smart,
As puss does a rat.

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poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man

Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,
Into the morning's golden light;
Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,
Into the arms of truth and right;
Out of the ways that are ways of sorrow,
Out of the paths that are paths of pain,
Yea, out of the depths has a soul arisen,
And 'one that was lost is found again.'

Lost in the sands of an awful desert,
Lost in the region of imps accursed,
With bones of victims to mark his pathway,
And burning lava to quench his thirst;
Lost in the darkness, astray in the shadows;
Father above, do we pray in vain?
Hark! on the winds come gleeful tidings,
Lo! he was lost, but is found again.

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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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