But liquor
Is quicker
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Barber, barber, come and get me;
Hair and hair again appears;And climbs like ivy round my ears.Hair across my collar gambols;Down my neck it wayward ambles.Ever down it trip it tickles;Yes, where it trips it tickles.Barber dear I wish I knew;Why i do not visit you.Why I grudge the minutes ten;In your smiling den.Why I choose to choke on hair;Rather than…
The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.Their radio is louder than yours,They celebrate week-ends all the week.When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.They try to get their parties to mixBy supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,And when their fun at last abates,They go to the bathroom on roller skates.I would love the people upstairs…
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful,
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetitite of aVictorian.Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckleany swashes?This is my euphorian day,I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.I will tame me a caribouAnd bedeck…
Oh, weep for Mr. and Mrs. Bryan!
Following which, the lion’s lionessUp and swallowed Bryan’s Bryaness.
But liquor
Is quicker.
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Foreigners are people somewhere else,
If the place you’re atIs your habitat,You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.But the scales of Justice balance true,And tit leads into tat,So the man who’s at homeWhen he stays in RomeIs abroad when he’s where you’re at.When we leave the limits of the land in whichOur birth certificates sat us,It does not meanJust a change…
He tells you when you’ve got on
And helps you with your girdlewhen your hips stick.
I didn’t go to church today,
The surf was swirling blue and white,The children swirling on the sand.He knows, He knows how brief my stay,How brief this spell of summer weather,He knows when I am said and doneWe’ll have plenty of time together.
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Candy,
The velvet sweetness,
Of sugarcane fibre that’s full of richness.
Be wary though,
Too much candy can hurt you thorough.
Candy,
The devil’s mallet,
The cause of the hole in your wallet.
Candies are dangerous,
Try at your own risk.
Don’t say I never warned you
You were to obstinate to be warned
If you’re not wary,
You’ll be sorry.
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I Have Fallen Into Unconsciousness
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain…
Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb rewordedA plaintful story from a sistering vale,My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of…
Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men’s Eyes by William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast stateAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless criesAnd look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,With what I most enjoy contented…
Memories
Why did you wait until nowTo tell me the truthWhy did you give me false hopeFor the future The scars on my heartAre the tears that I’ve criedThe tears are the memories locked deep inside You tore my heart apartLeft me in piecesThen you walked awayAnd left my soul screaming These scars on my heartAre…
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Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend by William Shakespeare
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty’s legacy?Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she lends to those are free.Then, beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,The bounteous largess given thee to give?Profitless usurer, why dost thou useSo great a sum of sums yet canst not live?For having traffic with thyself…