New York, they say is a hell of a town
It smells like a urinal and everyone frowns
People are in a rush to get nowhere
Pushing people out of their way without a single care
What’s good for me and good for my job!
It’s like the people’s lives that the city does rob
It sucks all the life out of every one of us
Working your ass off 365 days a year without a fuss
Your goal being to build your career
But failure to do exactly the right thing is what people fear
Make a lot of money so you can work harder
If you really think about it, it doesn’t even matter
You will never have time to spend all your money
Ironic or not its just plain funny
Some people work hard to get their business out of the red
Just trying to keep their families fed
Others put in 100 hour weeks to fill their pockets with the green
In most other cities this is almost never seen
My advice to the city is live while you can and open your eyes to what you just read
Because the man that dies with the most toys is still most positively dead

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How much time can a person waste?

Sitting at a computer with a blank stare on his face

Surfing or stumbling, they are both the same

Aim, msn, yahoo, just a few to name

Go get a job like a real man

Flipping burgers you can do, I’m sure you can

At least get off your ass and do something productive

Smell some fresh air, take a walk and start to live

Stretch your legs, your arms, reach for the sky

Shut off your computer and tell it goodbye

There are people in real life too

Not just the 21/f/USA that you pursue

A single real touch can beat any chat

Especially since the girls online are men that are fat

But even if on your webcam you saw her reflection

A real person will surely be perfection

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Note: a take on an article on US Weekly.

Mary Kate Olsen can run around at home in the buff

But in the streets she wears fur and all kinds of other stuff

PETA doesn’t like this, not one bit

But like the master of the house, they “isn’t worth me spit”

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Britney spears went to town, riding on her K-Fed

She went nuts and he’s fed up and now he took her 2 kids

She shaved her head and showed her crotch and paraded around town

She lost her visitation rights and then shopped with a low-cut gown

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Note: I was just thinking of the song American Pie and the following just came out in the last few minutes. Must be my constant thinking about one day being financially free and kicking back.

A long long time ago I can still remember how I didn’t have a care in the world

And now I have responsibility and a full time job

And people depend on me all day long

And I don’t get a minute to myself

And I know if I had my chance

I would quit my job and break into song and dance

And be happy until my bank reaches red

But I procrastinate every day

Each hour seems to slip away

I get almost nothing done

While I’m dreaming of the days that were more fun

I can remember the look on your face

As I walked down the graduation aisle at a steady pace

I remember telling you to get off my case

The day, I entered the race

So bye-bye to the month of July

No vacation at my occupation

Because I’m one of the new guys

I work 100 hours per week and then start to cry

Singin’ this is how my social life died

This is how my social life died

Did you file that report?

And why doesn’t my e-mail sort?

If I tell it to?

Are you looking for a raise

Or maybe a better title that really pays

Or maybe a corner office and a cushy chair?

Well I know that you’re working hard

I can see it on your time card

You’re punching out at 3

“Oh I love it that you work for me!”

I’ll work your rear off to the bone

Steal your life and leave you alone

And you’ll know you’re out of luck

The day, your social life died

I started singin’

bye-bye to the month of July

No vacation at my occupation

Because I’m one of the new guys

I work 100 hours per week and then start to cry

Singin’ this is how my social life died

This is how my social life died

Now for 10 years I’ve been doing my job

And the best years of my life it did rob

But that’s not how it’s supposed to be

When my parents worked they were home at 5

And they were always happy to be alive

And I wonder what the hell happened to me.

Oh, when technology grew we thought we’d work less

But with all the competition we try to be best

Now the technology runs our life

That might be our greatest strife

I try my best to make the biggest mark

While the boss reads a book in the park

He leaves me here to work in the dark

The day my social life died

We were singing,

bye-bye to the month of July

No vacation at my occupation

Because I’m one of the new guys

I work 100 hours per week and then start to cry

Singin’ this is how my social life died

This is how my social life died

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I’ve been juggling a couple blogs for the the past while

The growth and encouragement has caused me to smile

My second blog is nowhere close to sucky

It helps people out when they want to Get Lucky

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Note: I wrote this when i was in college and just found it on an old hard drive. It is a song i wrote which i thought was worth sharing. If anyone can come up with a tune for this, let me know.

Some nights I feel so lonely, I know I need a girl

All of my friends that have one are on top of the world

I can see them giggle and laugh and play

But any time I get close to a girl she tries to run away.

I don’t know what it is, I don’t know why

Is it because I’m a looser, is it because I try?

I can’t get a female, to stay by my side

I want a girl, someone to take for a ride.

Just last week, I was walking down the street,

Looking for a girl, someone new to meet

All of a sudden, I had to stop

This girl came out of a coffee shop

Her hair blew in slow motion out in the wind

My heart stopped and I thought, maybe I’ll have a new friend

I took one look at her face and my heart took another beat

This girl was not like the others, she wasn’t even a piece of meat.

Oh Girl… I find you repulsive!!

I find you so unattractive, I wish you’d go away

I find you so unattractive, when I’m with you, I think I’m gay

You’re so unattractive, your ass fills the room,

You’re so unattractive, your farts a sonic boom….

I find you so unattractive, I’ll kick your bloody ass

I find you so unattractive,

Girl… you’ve got no class

You’re so unattractive, I hate you with my soul

You’re so unattractive, your head’s a big fat mole

You’re so unattractive, I hate you with all my might

You’re so unattractive, for you, I’d lose the fight

Continued chorus

I prayed so many nights to get this girl by my side,

Why does she have to be so darn ugly and make me want to hide

This isn’t what I wanted

This is not how it’s supposed to be

This doesn’t compare to the fairy tales, I heard when I was 3

Chorus

She followed me home that day

I told her for dinner, she can’t stay

She found my number in the phone book

And grabbed onto me like a fishing hook

I was caught there was no escape

For the rest of my bloody life, she was gonna be my date

Chorus

How do I get rid of this girl

There is no place to hide in the entire world

She tracked me down to chili and figi too

Why doesn’t she understand when I say “we’re through”

All my life I wanted someone by my side

Now I want to lie down and die

This girl is torture, she’s worse than hell

I can’t stand her f’in smell

Ok, she’s annoying, with that I can deal

But man is she ugly, she looks like a doggy meal

I don’t even like one thing about it

Now my life is worth a pile of shit

Chorus

You’re so unattractive, for you I’d lose the fight

You’re so unattractive, for you I’d lose the fight

You’re so unattractive, for you I’d lose the fight

For you I’d lose the fight

For you I’d lose the fight

For you I’d lose the fight……………

THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS THAT NO MATTER HOW BAD THINGS ARE, THEY CAN ALWAYS GET WORSE.

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS EVERY DAY, YOU NEVER KNOW IF THEY ARE HERE TO STAY.

THIS SONG WAS INSPIRED BY SOME UGLY PEOPLE I ‘VE SEEN, PLEASE DON’T TELL THEM ABOUT IT, I DON’T WANT TO LOOK MEAN.

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I sit at my desk thinking about what to write
I need to post a blog because my time is tight
i just stare at the screen and then up at the light
I think for a few minutes and then i need a bite
I think about going to the store but it’s too late at night
I fall asleep at my desk and dream of flying a kite
It glides so high, it leaves my site
I wake up in a flash but staying awake is a fight
maybe i’ll just post two tomorrow, I think i just might

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I once went out drinking with all the boys

I drank so much that night I experienced all the noise

I looked around the room and saw it go round

It was quite a while until the bathroom that I found

When I got there, I let out a liter or two

One of my friends let out a great big moo

That was a real great night sometime last October

I went back last week to see the place while I was sober.

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