Thorbart Presents Poetry by Thorb

In the time of now   south garden
we all think to be ourselves
then like all the ones before
for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
nope      south garden
or not like a rope dangling    
off the limb of an old oak
fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
if weakness prevails.

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Msg: 978 8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 2/13/2011 11:02:06 PM

where points are not counted and nobody won
for some odd internal reason that game ain't much fun
seems competition makes things feel better
it'll keep you going even if its bad weather

don't need your sympathy or laying back
come on now boys get on track
friendly competition can make ya high

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here is another random poem.





                            "Layoff"

Album: forgotten tunes
submitted to: http://lyrics.astraweb.com/add.html dec22/03

so what's with the layoff Monday thing.
so you adjust paysheet to not look so bad.
so what is with the anomoly
so what so what
you did it for me
i did it for you
so what so what
for wheels that squeak
eeeek ....
so what so what will change if you complain?

Does such an inane question feel necessary?

you say I should be pleased
no need for confrontation
no need for mastication
no need for masterbation
[well not that often]
just taste a little greed
the seed we feed you
no need no need
feed

Just a little shop
12 fellows of the brotherhood
they like that pipefitter profit
so feel lucky to be tolerated
can you taste a little greed
you need to feed yea so taste it
feel lucky feel lucky feel lucky today
the job is here for a shift they say
the job tomorrow we'll let you know
just do your shift you know the job
the job the job just do your shift
you know the job

you say I should be pleased
no need for confrontation
no need for mastication
no need for masterbation
just taste a little greed
no need no need
just greed
that's our creed
bleed for us please
then go home

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