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I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
I loved it even more.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
'Attention please! Attention please!
Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!
Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!
Your health, your very life's a ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
- -when I give colored toys to you, my child.
I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
She thinks someone listens in heaven.
On earth she's unusually competent.
Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-
is that why they call you dirty?
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
A born salesman,
my father made all his dough
by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo.
'Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop!
The great big greedy nincompoop!
How long could we allow this beast
To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast
On every ...
The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.
I nursed them up with pain and care,
Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,
'No animal is half as vile
As Crocky-Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Embedding new rules
in a new arrangement
and having a new strategy,
the white king is driving
There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that
light slides over
Christmas is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes
Each in its tether
Oh great Harpy of the skies
Wings of love and wings of pain
Set upon me your greedy eyes
If a monkey hoarded more bananas than it could eat
If the monkey hoarded only for itself that tasty treat,
While the other monkeys around him would starve then die
Scientists around the world would then try to figure out why.
Dogs want everything
And they don't turn nothing down
I know you don't want to be no dog
So don't you
Don't believe everything you see, as real eyes see through real lies, speaking not, yet saying everything of it, like arrows shooting through the mind out of the blue, yes the human race is greedy as cold, the compulsion is too much to deny, and yet to bear new riches and tends in a defining moment in life, never is there honor in greed or wealth as well, is stupidity a factor in our lives? Or just live in genre, we are born innocent, until we falter, is anyone still innocent, why not find another way after all this time, while we can, when humans go in earthiness rich or poor, it's all flesh and blood, all the same humans are, a race of animals is all we are, greed kills, but they say who doesn't want wealth, knowing the truth helps being disillusioned is a fact, but deep down we are greedy, why can't there be peace?
Our Farmers are on the streets, tormenting in pain
It's a Revolt, poor fighting for their Rights, against the Elite
Rich want to hoard grains in their Godowns, ensure rich gain
We must all stand up against this injustice, need not be polite
Empty hand in front,
Rich one behind,
The rich hand taking from the poor pocket,
Rich mind with a poor face.
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