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COME ON BOYS LET'S SEE IT 1V1 ANYONE
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RM..." I'll cut off your digits if you don't push on their limits and type this shit sick,.."...

Wow Rata-tat-Man. The brillance of your words and concepts are so far beyond that of mortal men. Rat Man. Thanks for showing us your the rap/poetry boss around here.

Lunatics by Night
...Ebuc...

Lunatics by night,
Beating their drums,
Singing their songs,
Burning their fires,
Stirring their spirits,
And the wind felt breezes,
Of their shadowy souls.

Solartics by day,
Rising before dawn,
Out before the morning fawn,
Seeking a caffeine buzz,
Stirring their spirits,
And the wind felt breezes,
Of their air-conditioned souls.

Lunatics by night,
Solartics by day,
Pass the other,
Asleep in the hay,
Their minds afray,
After 12 hours,
Of having their say.

Having their midnight hour of fun,
Their midday hour of recovery,
Are they truly anima,
Or just animus,
Traveling the city,
Perhaps in a bus,
Searching for Gusto.

No Gusto to be found,
Perhaps its gone underground,
Could be its a religious holiday,
No one has to pay,
The spirit has been freed,
The soul has been laid,
To rest.

For the lunatics of the night,
And the Solartics of the day,
Equanimity,
A place for all souls,
And soul-like entities,
To find their stillpoint,
Their perfection,
Their peace of mind.

I am one,
Of many complex interrelationships,
Held in tensional-integrity
Between two opposite viewpoints,
Staring at the other,
Into the depths.

Deeper,
And deeper,
Patiently,
And Quietly.

Caringly,
They travel the depths,
Knowingly,
They sense the other,
Sensorally,
They feel the other,
They want to be the other,
If only for a moment,
Of gravity embracing sensuality.

The lunatics and solartics,
Emerge from their wombs,
Lost in the experience,
Found in their current moment,
They weep softly,
For the love of the other,
And smile greatly,
For the love,
And the living,
Of that experience.

Cross my path,
Oh sparklings of moonlight,
And sunlight.

I am awaken to a vision of the soul,
It crosses my path and enters me.
I am one with them,
They are many within me,
Together we travel,
As two or more,
All manner of spirit,
We search for Gusto,
By day or by night,
To the ends,
Of the one,
Unified verse.


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Tell me somethin'
You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when you're in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
And sleepin' in a villa
Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin'
Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors
Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
Baby in the pool, godfather goals
Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer
Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras
Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
Phone never on, I don't conversate
I don't compromise, I just penetrate
Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks
These are the times, level number 9
Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
Motherfucker, I got winners on the way
You ain't shit without a body on your belt
You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate
You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself
You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate
Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate
Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith
Peace to the world, let it rotate
Sex, money, murder, our DNA
DNA - Kendrick Lamar
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Let 'em know I'm going down to Mexico
To watch God and The Devil arm wrestle for my soul
With a bitch from San Diego, driving a Winnebago
High on a little llello, dying to get some Pesos
And I ain't one for fiction, or much for superstition
But I'm way out of my guardian angel's jurisdiction
The sun goes west till it's swallowed by the mountains
To the shitty city full of shady lawyers and accountants
Where everybody is looking for something, they're on a mission
Like sex with three women and real cheap prescriptions
Rattlesnake attitude, weapon to the fullest
They always got guns, but never enough bullets
The bottle runs dry, sweat pouring from my head, playing Portishead
Crack another portion for the dead
Praying to the porcelain god as I'm puking up red

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For Charlie Daniels it was going down to Georgia. The movie Spectre, is was Mexico for Day of the Dead.

Mahatma ( Great Soul)
.....Ebuc.....

Thank You,
For the tantric teachings.
About love,
The ultimate binder.

Truth,
The ultimate purpose.

Flirting,
The ultimate entertainment.

Humanity,
The ultimate local complex,
Of social inter-relationships.

About viewpoint,
The ultimate micro-universe,
Of semi-divine,
Self-manifesting integrity.



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They might love you for an hour, then they'll change in a minute
I need that love that's like a tower, don't hold back or be frigid
I had a dream that I got locked, she never came for a visit
People claim their love's eternal, but I'm questioning "Is it?"
My diamonds milly rock, but they're on molly rock
We make the beef a stroganoff, won't take another loss
Get home and stick the kettle on, don't take my kettle off
My paigons wanna settle off, I'm good, you're better off
We switch and turned the metal on, we make the weather strong
They try, but they won't get along, go make a better song

My soul's getting tired always runnin' from the law
My brothers are getting by, we don't struggle anymore
If you love me how you love me, then love me a little more
If you love me how you love me, then love me a little more
My soul's getting tired always runnin' from the law
My brothers are getting by, we don't struggle anymore
If you love me how you love me, then love me a little more
If you love me how you love me, then love me a little more

I keep my circle A1 as tight, my niggas knows what's best
Get busy, we ain't kicking back
Lick shots, we're licking back
The oppers, I ain't into that, reload, get rid of that
It's New York on my fitted hat, we smoke gorilla pack
And in the ends, it pops off, parties get's locked off
Barrels are lock stocked, cruisin' in the drop top
I got a point to prove, that's for real
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Let me tell the story, I can tell it all;
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol.
His daddy made the whiskey, the son he drove the load;
And when his engine roared they called the highway "Thunder Road".

Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town.
The Revenuers chased him but they couldn't run him down.
Each time they thought they had him his engine would explode.
He'd go by like they were standing still on "Thunder Road".
And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.

And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
The law they swore they'd get him but the devil got him first.
It was on the first of April, Nineteen-Fifty-Four
The federal man sent word he'd better make his run no more.
He said "200 agents were covering the state;
Which ever road he tried to take they'd get him sure as fate."

'Son' his daddy told him, 'make this run your last.
The tank is filled with 100 proof; you're all tuned-up and gassed.
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through.
I'd rather have you back again than all that Mountain Dew.'
And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.
And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
The law they swore they'ed get him but the devil got him first.

Roaring out of Harlan; revving up his mill.
He shot the Gap at Cumberland and streamed by Maynardville.
With G men on his tail light; road block up ahead,
The mountain boy took roads that even angels fear to tread.
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike,
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike.
He left the road at 90; that's all there is to say,
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day.

And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road",
Thunder was his engine and white lightening was his load.
And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst.
The law they never got him 'cause the devil got him first.

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Sometimes I feel the walls caving in of my house
Maybe that's because of the drugs I put in my mouth
Maybe that's the reason that I'm feeling so unstable
And it's keeping me unable to believe in my health
I feel like I'm alone and I'm losing my mind
Thought about that back when I was only nine
My dad brought me with him so I can clean up what's left
Looking around the house and God damn It's a mess
Trash on the floor, no space to sleep
She ain't got a bed so she's probably in the street
The epitome of someone sick in the head
Looking up at my dad
And that's all that he said
No words to describe all the pain that he felt
Schizophrenic sister suffering in the denying his help
I just pick up some trash and move up out of his way
Let him soak in the pain
His mind clouded and grey

So I say fuck, don't sweat it (Drip, drip)
I'll be fine don't sweat it (Drip, Drip)
Even if you knew why I'm sad
You probably won't get it
Why it gotta rain on me
Why it gotta rain on me

They say that men don't cry
And God don't bleed
And the good die young
What does that make me?
'Cause that ain't me
I bleed blood homie I don't have HP
This ain't a video game, put that into your brain
Grab a bit of money and then maybe get rid of your chain
Turn that dollar to a whip
Drive a shitty old thing
Turn that whip to a crib where the city don't stink
Turn that home to a spot where the people can chill
Not a spot for the phonies only people that real
Surrounding yourself with people that are equal in skill
Or maybe even above you so you leap for the hill
Leap for the hill, nah man, leap for the top
I'm in the middle of working out the scene on the block
I've been calculating every little move that I make
Struggling with depression what I'd do for a break
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Simmering Silence
..Ebuc....

Sweaty metabolism,
Of emotional distraught,
Unleashes higher frequencies
Of energetic spirit,
Begging tantric teachings
That some were never taught.

Take a huge sniff,
Of a fragrant flower,
Release the excess fluids
Of clinging perspiration,
Breath earths new air
Then take a long shower.

Now you are reborn,
Just like a brand new baby,
Observe your new environment,
Put all your blocks in order
Then fall in love again
Or just tell'em maybe.

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@Barney
@whiteflame
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@SirAnonymous

I could take a long shower with your wife and fail to cum clean,
I'm sorry she aint hot and I need water pumped with steam,
I'm that muggle Harry Potter, closer to sorc'rer than I seem,
I'm the father, motherfucker,  that your children wish you'd been,
You want a war, punk? Pour some more shampoo on your wife's hair while you remain perplexed as to what a hot power shower actually means.

I'm the blue flame, powered by butane, explosive if you ignite me,
You're a poop-stain, fool, your scooped brain would be sold high priced, most likely,
'Good as new, never been used' is a tagline the dark web rarely sees next to a mind, see?
You're a yellow flame and bright flames I see far off, they shine brightly,
You're in it for the arson, prick, I'm non-flammable arsenic, come fight me.
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Spam
...Ebuc....

It's man against 'Spam',
in virtual land,
we stand,
on freedoms front-lines,
guarding our portals,
from capitalism's sublime,
network of tentacles,
probing for a hit,
then sucking us in,
cloning our identity,
incorporating a great hive,
incorporating a greater borg,
even while we sleep,
the spam does not rest.

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You aint rhyming, overpowered by my rapping, taste is sour,
You're some prey that I'll devour, a pretty garden I'll deflower,
You're ebuc the clucking cuck, the chicken-shit cockerel coward,
I'm more a raven than a dove, you're more flamingo, I'm more brown bird,
I'm that eagle that can see all from the clouds, you're getting scouted,
I'm the one that you dared fuck with and you'll regret you ever doubted.

You can't even fathom Adam with Eve, can't imagine or believe,
You're a faithless, predictable guy who's gonna panic, chill... breathe,
I'm not the one you wanna panic 'round, you arrogant steed,
You 'buck' and pose as wild but I'll tame you to the point that I'm a god in your creed,
It's methodical the way I'll gain a following, E, make you a cub for the pride of Judah, I'm the alpha, son, get on your knees,
That is an order, no need for thoughts on it, just simply follow my lead,
Or I'll show you the wrath of a fire-blooded deity that you dared to be make bleed.
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Holiday Spirits
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Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
no unkind words were spoken,
between me and my spouse.
 
Then came a sound,
from outside and above
it could be the sound,
of a cascading love.
 
From out of the night,
with words from on high,
came songs and some jugglers
with blue lights on each thigh.
 
There were prancers and dancers,
tumbling all around,
there were jumpers and thumpers,
and a tall happy clown.
 
And there on the lawn,
before our four eyes,
we had a clear vision,
of what laughs and what cries.
 
Twas  human emotions,
all wrapped  in  bowties.
 
Yellow and purples,
greens and reds,
all kinds of feelings,
had gone to our heads.
 
Breathing a breath,
relaxing our heart,
then passing some gas,
so that now we felt smart.
 
With these events in mind,
will bend your kind ear,
to enjoy this Christmas,
and a Happy New Year!

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The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So I speak to him and say to him:
"Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth its appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up--take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now."
- All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
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DONALD TRUMP has sparked further controversy after reciting the controversial poem The Snake during a campaign rally.

On her way to work one morning
Down the path alongside the lake
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew

“Oh well,” she cried, “I'll take you in and I'll take care of you”
“Take me in oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
She wrapped him up all cozy in a curvature of silk
And then laid him by the fireside with some honey and some milk
Now she hurried home from work that night as soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she'd taken in had been revived
“Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
Now she clutched him to her bosom, “You're so beautiful,” she cried
“But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died”
Now she stroked his pretty skin and then she kissed and held him tight
But instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite
“Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
“I saved you,” cried that woman
“And you've bit me even, why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
”Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven's sake
Take me in oh tender woman,“ sighed the snake

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'Because it's your job. We all have our jobs to do. My job is to unload these Zippo lighters at a profit if I can and pick up some cotton from Milo. Your job is to bomb the ammunition dumps at Bologna.'   

   "But I'm going to be killed at Bologna," Yossarian pleaded. "We're all going to be killed."

      "Then you'll just have to be killed," replied ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen. "Why can't you be a fatalist about it the way I am? If I'm destined to upload these lighters at a profit and pick up some Egyptian cotton cheap from Milo, then that's what I'm going to do. And if you're destined to be killed over Bologna, then you're going to be killed, so you might just as well go out and die like a man. I hate to say this, Yossarian, but you're turning out to be a chronic complainer."

      Clevinger agreed with ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen that it was Yossarian's job to get killed over Bologna and was livid with condemnation when Yossarian confessed that it was he who had moved the bomb line and caused the mission to be canceled.

      "Why the hell not?" Yossarian snarled, arguing all the more vehemently because he suspected he was wrong. "Am I supposed to get my ass shot off because the colonel wants to be a general?"

      "What about the men on the mainland?" Clevinger demanded with just as much emotion. "Are they supposed to get their asses shot off just because you don't want to go? Those men are entitled to air support!"

      "But not necessarily by me. Look, they don't care who knocks out those ammunition dumps. The only reason we're going is because that bastard Cathcart volunteered us."

      "Oh I know all that," Clevinger assured him, his gaunt face pale and his agitated eyes swimming in sincerity. "But the fact remains that those ammunition dumps are still standing. You know very well that I don't approve of Colonel Cathcart any more than you do."  Clevinger paused for emphasis, his mouth quivering, and then beat his fist down softly against his sleeping bag.  "But it's not for us to determine what targets must be destroyed or who's to destroy them or--"

      "Or who gets killed doing it? And why?"

      "Yes, even that. We have no right to question--"

      "You're insane!"

      "--no right to question--"

      "Do you really mean that it's not my business how or why I get killed and that it is Colonel Cathcart's? Do you really mean that?"

      "Yes, I do," Clevinger insisted, seeming unsure. "There are men entrusted with winning the war who are in a much better position than we are to decide what targets have to be bombed."

      "We are talking about two different things," Yossarian answered with exaggerated weariness. "You are talking about the relationship of the Air Corps to the infantry, and I am talking about the relationship of me to Colonel Cathcart. You are talking about winning the war, and I am talking about winning the war and keeping alive."

      "Exactly," Clevinger snapped smugly. "And which do you think is more important?"

      "To whom?" Yossarian shot back. "Open your eyes, Clevinger. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead."

      Clevinger sat for a moment as though he'd been slapped. "Congratulations!" he exclaimed bitterly, the thinnest milk-white line enclosing his lips tightly in a bloodless, squeezing ring.  "I can't think of another attitude that could be dependent upon to give greater comfort to the enemy."

      "The enemy," resorted Yossarian with weighted precision, "is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on, and that includes Colonel Cathcart. And don't you forget that, because the longer you remember it, the longer you might live."

- Catch 22 by Joseph Heller



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[Verse 1]
Ayo I'm countin’ all this money I’m stackin’ up the hundreds
I'm brushing off my shoulders 'cuz the cash is in abundance
I'm badder than you buzzards who battle but you buggin
I'll splatter you for frontin' leave you shackled in my dungeon
I'm Shaq when I be dunkin leave you shattered like a pumpkin
On a porch on Halloween when all the teens are halfway drunk
And I'm laughing while I'm fuckin and my shaft is steady pumpin'
In ya bitch while you be watching like a chaperone or something
In acetone I'm dunkin' the axe I used to bludgeon
You rappers who be bluffin puffin crack rock or something
I'll snatch the fuckin sun right out the atmosphere
And summon several savage winged horses with the force of cattle runnin
I'm stampeding ya function, I'm kidnappin' the mic
In the pitch black of night to kick raps I like
Got chips stacked to heights of cliffs campers hike
The clique’s cancer-like quickly cancel ya life
I'm kinda cannibal like the rhyming animal type
I'm toxic when I’m rockin’ so close the canister tight
I kill so stand still like a mannequin might
I'm manic and might panic so pan the camera right
To a crowd of fans ignited the night ambulance lights
Give disbelievers a seizure, then they vanish from sight
Flip words like Vanna White in a white van to invite
Like I got a missing puppy and lots of candy for tykes
I’m the one

[Verse 2]
It’s a fact that Ap is iller the prophylactic filler
Put it on ya girls face like a Snapchat filter
Got fat stacks of skrilla from ASCAP I'm realer
You're a loser producer that stay swagger jackin' dilla
No extract of vanilla I'm exact with the skill of a
Ex-pat from Manila turned to contract killer
Drill a hole thru ya skull and end your trifle existence
Keep gold on my body like the life of Egyptians
Known to murder anybody for the slightest resistance
And they call me the king 'cuz I write with consistence
Y'all are handicapped rappers needing cipher assistance
Got snipers at a distance with rifles and munitions
I'm nicer with the writtens than psychics with predictions
Biters get addictions want the price of my prescriptions
I always stay driven even in icy conditions
Turn wifeys to chickens have her siphoning my liquids
The mighty whitey wicked Nike kicks in every color
Emcee crusher M.C. Escher
Hands sketching each other the way I scribbled in the pad
When I was living with my Dad when I first went outta state
But I was liftin up the flag for Connecticut
CT King never forget it when I say I speak curses
It’s nothing you can edit
I’m Imhotep with Black Magick on the tongue
Automatics in the mattress, I’m as bad as they come
I’m the one

MASTERPIECE... FUCK!!

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“You know what's wrong with scientific power?... It's a form of inherited wealth... Most kinds of power require a substantial sacrifice by whoever wants the power. There is an apprenticeship, a discipline lasting many years. Whatever kind of power you want. President of the company. Black belt in karate. Spiritual Guru. Whatever it is you seek, you have to put in the time, the practice, the effort. You must give up a lot to get it. It has to be very important to you. And once you have attained it, it is your power. It can't be given away: it resides in you. It is literally the result of your discipline. Now, what is interesting about this process is that, by the time someone has acquired the ability to his with his bare hands, he has also matured to the point where he won't use it unwisely. So that kind of power has a built-in control. The discipline of the getting the power changes you so that you won't abuse it. But scientific power is like inherited wealth: attained without discipline. You read what others have done, and you take the next step... There is no discipline... no mastery: old scientists are ignored. There is no humility before nature... A karate master does not kill people with his bare hands. He does not lose his temper and kill his wife. The person who kills is the person who has no discipline, no restraint, and who has purchased his power in the form of a Saturday night special. And that is the kind of power that science fosters, and permits.”
― MalcolmJurassic Park

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Suckle-me-dee, suckle-me-dumb,

Suckle the teat, then suckle my thumb,

Suckle the experience, suckle the intellect,

Suckle the ripe, then suckle me gone { not singularity },

Suckle the outer, then suckle the inner,

Suckle geodesics, then suckle re-invagination,

Suckle the finite, and suckle eternity, again and again, and again...........
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What great lyrics for our Magic Mike Show.
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Hmmmm.

Needs work.
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Needs work.
Agreed. Not my typical poem. Off the cuff and i dont mean my new rotor metal rotor cuff.

Total reverse, of a worn out cuff,
Ball is now metal, with a PVC between.

Now less pain, in most positions,
Yet arm above head, causes intense situation.

6 weeks out, therapy helps,
6 weeks more, back to work I may go.

Sciatic bundle,  may be next,
Foot likes to tremble, calf likes to cramp.

Back surgery perhaps, some day in the future,
For now the some pills, to keep me smitten.

Roses are red, I have some blues,
To this life Ive lived, with parts that are new.



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" Dont Worry Be Happy..Bobby McFerrin

Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now
Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy (look at me, I'm happy)
Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Hey I give you my phone number
When you worry, call me, I make you happy
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now
Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Be happy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Don't worry, be happy
Now there is this song I wrote
I hope you learned it note for note, like good little children
Dn't worry, be happy
Now listen to what I said, in your life expect some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
But don't worry, be happy, be happy now

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"This world is mine.
I think this world may even just be a long, long dream I’m watching.
You guys may just be illusions, and it can’t be proven whether or not you really exist either.
In other words, this world was created with me at the center.
So what will happen if I die?
I don’t know.
My imagination isn’t very creative; I just can’t imagine myself dying.
In other words, there is no way this world can completely disappear.
But if I die, then everyone will disappear.
I am the only one in this world who won’t disappear.
The rest are just people I see as if in a dream." 
- Felix Walken, Baccano!

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Occupied Space Ilusions
...ebuc.....

I smashed my finger on the head, now it is turning kind of red,

Is it an illusion, or am I in confusion?

I crapped my pants, now Im afraid to dance.

Being afraid is just an emotion, some might say a magic potion.

Are my thoughts an occupied space, or do they exist as Meta-space?

So much information swirling around, wont be long til Im in the ground.
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This is a haiku.
Nothing special, now is it?
Doesn’t need to be.