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Doublespeak

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When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Darkie
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Paki
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Muslim
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Islam.

Say it in plain English, or the Queen’s English
(If you can read, write and understand your language)
You start this and I will explain how it will finish
If you get on a high horse, that comes with heavy baggage;
Muslim lands have oil, gas, minerals, not just curry and rice
It is not my fault I have got everything you really want
Go to the marketplace, pay the market price
Don’t bullshit about freedom and democracy, you peasant.

Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You are a low brow, low life, low class
Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You have a small dick, a big belly, and the biggest ass;
Bend over, spread your cheeks, take it like a man
You don’t have an Empire, you’ve got one thing to sell
Bend over, earn the cash the best way you can
This Paki will pay you well —  even though you smell.

 

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

In Digestion

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Evil men glorify violence and relish bloodletting
Wild animals hunt whatever they feel like eating
They do not get indigestion
They are not punished by Heaven.

Only the puny prey kneel down to pray
Predators stand tall to pass Judgement each Day
Big Bellies have the choice, they choose to eat well
Without conscience, without fear, to hell with Hell.

Rape, pillage, steal their Land while they sleep in their beds
Cut off their water, cut off their oxygen, cut off their heads
Chop up the children, crucify the mothers
Castrate the fathers — they are all born losers.

It is a dog eat dog world we live in
Strength is a virtue, weakness a sin
The marked victims pray they will survive somehow
The ‘chosen’ terrorists will take the lion’s share now.

The king of the jungle is king for a reason
He kills and eats and kills for that position
He will never get indigestion
He will never be punished by Heaven.

(variation on comments by a War Criminal)

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Make History

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I am History
If you want to make me
You will have to take me
I do not care for willy-nilly
I am not for the faint of heart
I am not for the arty fart
Only big and hard gets me
I am a bitch goddess
If you want my peachy ass
You will have to bugger me
Spread my legs to reveal
You need balls of steel
Only a blitzkrieg satisfies me
Enter and thrust your way to Power
This virgin Age you must deflower
Start as you mean to go on taking me
Father Time is tick-tocking away
Mother Earth awaits your dying day
Keep them at bay by making me
Rise, rise above the common herd
Or be trod on as another piece of turd
Lay claim to your right to ravish me
You are a man who will die before he begs
You deserve your place between my legs
With that pen write your Name all over me
If you want to make me
You will have to take me
Only then will you be History!!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Hit Him Where It Hurts

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God raged, “ I created Man in my own image
But he has turned out to be an ass!”
In His wrath He decided to punish Man by creating Hell

But Man gleefully walked over that bed of fire
God controlled his anger, and began to think coldly …
He created Woman

Since that day Man has lain in her bed countless times
But not once has he ever managed to walk over it …
What are the chances he ever will? (Ha ha ha!)

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Random Doodling

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Practice that which is hard till it is easy.

Soft, fully understood and properly applied, is incredibly stronger than Hard.

The hardest thing in the world — in this world of continuous noise, of endless distraction, of constant chatter, this that, this that — it is incredibly hard to have a quiet mind; a mind that is still, a mind that is ON HOLD.

The ripple affect — if you make a small change close at hand it changes something at arm’s length, or out in the world at large, or out in the universe.

You get what you take in this world.

The hardest thing in the world is to truly Master Oneself – once you do that then mastering someone else is easy.
But once you are a True Master of Self you will not feel any need to master another human being – they will acknowledge you themselves because, from the highest to the lowest, they know how impossibly difficult it is to be a True Master; they will instantly recognise you, and salute your achievement.

Thousands, millions want it
And it is HARD
But if you want it bad enough
Then it is EASY.
(variation on magazine article; author unknown)

If you’ve got an itch
Scratch it.

If your mind can conceive it
And your heart believe it
You can achieve it.
(variation on Napoleon Hill)

Success means Aiming at a Target
No aim and no target –
You will Miss and Fail in Life.

Why are certain men so concerned with Immortality?
Because they are pathologically aware of their own mortality.

If you hang out with arseholes you are bound to step in shit sooner or later.

An aeroplane has to move at a certain speed before it can even get off the ground.

Anything that is not moving is dead.

Only sluts talk about virtue all the time.

You can not find an end when you go round in a circle.

The Beatles were revolutionaries – until they started singing about it.

The more you keep out of sight, the more people will want to see you.

The gods must have been laughing when they smiled on me.

You can go places by moving on the spot.

My life : the creative impulse, the creative process, and the creation.
Without them – my death.

Once the flow is broken it is extremely difficult to pick up the thread again.
Start – and finish! Bang!!

The best defence is attack – so is all true art.

A great rock song is one that does a three minute mile.

Only stupid people try to make clever conversation all the time.

When every minute of every day is taken up with the business of survival – the need to make enough money to pay for food, clothes , shelter – then who thinks of creating anything? In these circumstances Art becomes the ultimate luxury.

Dare to be different and you will break the chains.
It is the daring that sets you free.

My birth was peaceful
My childhood was idyllic
My youth was slow poison
My manhood will be full of violent changes
My death will come much too soon –

You have no friends – just hundreds of relatives.

Sometimes you have to kill one part of you (security, family, etc;) so that the other part (artistic ) may live fully.

If I can not live the way I want then I do not want to live at all.

For a revolution to succeed – blood has to flow.

Your character is your fate; your personality is your destiny; your mindset determines your place in the world – and it’s history.

There is nothing more repulsive than a man who hates himself and his own. For his enemies there is nothing more gratifying, satisfying, and ENTERTAINING than watching him bring about his own ruin.

You are what you think
Think it and you will be it
Think it and it will happen
But you must have the ‘thought’ for it
Otherwise NO CAN DO.

Conquer yourself and you will conquer the world.

Ultimately, all art is about oneself. Anybody who does different is not an artist; anybody who says different does not know what he is talking about.

The worst kind of stranger is someone who you know intimately.

If I should meet you
How should I greet you?
With silence, or with tears?
Would you answer me with jeers?

We met as lovers and parted as complete strangers.

To get out of one girl you must get into another one.

Instead of making love once to a thousand girls it is much better to make love a thousand times to one girl.

If you do not love yourself then how the hell do you expect anyone else to care for you?

I can skip over mountains; it is the ant-hills that trip me up.

Change yourself, and you will change your life, and your world.

You can sometimes tell how a man lived by the way he dies.

A man can not really live till he fully understands death.

They say that dreams are for those who sleep, but my future hopes are not dreams – they are visions.

People who think all greatness comes from complexity are baffled, admiring, and frightened when a ‘simple’ explanation is offered.

Do it the way you do it when you dream of it. If you do not dream of it, then you will not be able to do it.

What we ‘see’ outside depends on what we have inside.

There is a lot of difference between the man who looks down the sight of a gun and the man who looks into the end of the barrel. The gun is the same but the viewpoint is different. So is the end result.

How do you destroy an Artist?
Stop him creating.

There are too many ‘authors’ and not enough story-tellers.

There is a world of difference between being intelligent and being creative. Being intelligent means learning known facts and putting them to use; being creative means making possible the unknown, the ‘what has never been before’.
To be highly intelligent is to be a king among men – but to be highly creative is to be a god among kings.

The ‘Meaning of Life’ is self-development and self-expression.

If you want it
There it is
Take it.

The only people are those who are creative. The rest are dung-beetles.

To be creative is to be a god.

A truly great writer is left naked by his work. ( Some people regard this as an excuse to treat him like a dummy and to dress him as they see fit).

I have a God-given write …

The gift adds up to nothing without the graft.

If what you are doing is not making money then you are not doing anything.

To be an artist is to be absolutely selfish. That is why they can not, or find it extremely hard, to be good friends, or good lovers, or good husbands, or good fathers. It is the nature of the call. There is no time for anybody or anything but themselves and their art.

The meaning, the purpose, the full value of life can only be attained when you are in your own environment and functioning according to your own nature.

Live the most by eating the least
Starve the belly so the spirit may feast.

An ant does not even look at Mount Everest.

The constant effort to develop the mind and body, and express it – that is the foundation, the main pillar, everything is built on that.

Anyone may be pitied
Anyone may be excused
Anyone may be forgiven
But not the one who lacks
The courage of his own greatness.
( variation on Ayn Rand )

Violence (the fear or threat of ) was, is, and always will be, the engine that drives evolution ( personal and collective ).

If you fail now – then your children will fail from now on.

Great ambition leads to great success but only after great labour.

Use the Genius – use his / her Finishing Line as your Starting Point.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

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Unfinished Beginning

Been sitting here for hours
I’m aching all over … I feel so lonely …
I need someone to talk to
But no one seems to come my way;
Come on, kid, get your coat and go somewhere
Just walk, walk anywhere…

It’s worse out here
I can see a couple cuddling in a quiet corner
Look at them … they seem to be satisfied with life
Unaware and not caring who goes by …
But me — I don’t want to watch in on someone else’s show …

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What Went Wrong

Car headlights and the street-lamp outside
Cast shadows on the wall
And the way I’m feeling
I don’t like it at all;
The ceiling seems to hang over me
Like a thick cloud reflecting my misery
And the door doesn’t keep out anything
Your memory still comes creeping in …

What went wrong with a love so strong
I thought it would but it didn’t last for long
What went wrong, what happened to our song
The one where we would hum a tune
And the whole world would sing along.

Found a note on the mantle-piece
To say why you were leaving
You never said a word
And I had no way of knowing;
But, honey, please remember, wherever you go
Whatever you do
If things don’t work out
You still got me to turn to.

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What’s Going On

I can’t understand you at all
Making a promise which you now break
You said you’d come if I was to call
Now you tell me it was all a mistake;
I’m confused, I can’t comprehend
Depended on you so much
But now that you’ve let go of my hand
I’m out of touch.

What’s going on
Everybody is making up
But you and I
We are breaking up
What’s going on
They’re all coming together at the start
But you and I
We are getting further and further apart.

You give me a crazy reason
You’ll still love me when you’re gone
But it’s something to do with the season
And you have to move on;
I’m with you, but not all the way
I’m hoping I misheard
Because it was only yesterday
When you gave me your word.

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This Is My First Date

Sitting in the dark with you by my side
I’m getting nowhere although I’ve tried
I’m watching the movie but I’ve got you on my mind
I wonder …
If I put my hand on your knee
Maybe you would slap my face
But if I was to persist
Would you still resist …

Please try and understand why I hesitate
You see, this is my first date
If I make a mistake please give me another chance
As this is my first romance
I catch on quick, learn real fast
Soon I’ll know how to make it last
Until then try and understand why I hesitate
You see, this is my first date.

You’re so close, feel so soft and warm
I had so much to say
But now the words have slipped away
I know
That as time goes by
And we are not so shy
I’ll tell you what is in my heart
And we will never part.

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On The Other Foot

You turn up out of the blue, I find you standing there on my doorstep
You throw your arms around me and cry out for my help
I would have gladly but you said it wrong
You should have told me the truth instead of saying your love was still strong.

What am I supposed to do – offer you my shoulder?
Because I’m not going to fake the feelings I can”t even remember
I can remember the pain, yes, but things have changed since you’ve been gone
You had it coming, you had it coming, the way you carried on.

You said you would always make the rules, keep it short and sweet
But someone along the way must have got you beat
I thought you’d be the same, I wasn’t prepared for this change
I can see he must have taken it out of you, you’re acting strange;
You’ve taken to biting your nails, it’s not like you at all
One minute you’re talking wildly and the next staring at the wall
Where did it go wrong, why didn’t you see it coming
And why did you stop when you should have carried on running.

And now instead of facing facts you’re just trying to avoid it
But it’s written all over your face, you can’t hide it
Does it have to be this way, do we have to go through this scene
We can’t just go back to feeling the way we did when we were sixteen.

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I Trusted You

You say you’re sorry
It won’t happen again
I’d like to believe it
But starting again would be crazy
You say please forgive me
Don’t you know
It’s not so easy.

I trusted you once before
And I ended up down on the floor
It won’t happen again
You won’t show me up as the fool
I trusted you once before
And you showed me the door
It won’t happen again
This time I’ll make the rules.

Don’t want no woman
To hang round my neck
Hold on tight
And leave me no room to breathe
To climb onto my back
Bang my head with her fist
And place a rope between my teeth.

Don’t want no wildcat
To tease me
Bring me down to my knees
With just one look
To please me
With every move
In the book
(Oh! No! No! No!)

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Showdown At Midnight

She looked at me dirty
And called me a few names
I didn’t take it kindly
And told her to do the same.

She stopped short
Hands on her hips
And said,
“Mister, no man
Can talk to me like that
And get away with it.”

Everything went quiet
You could have heard a pin drop
Out of the window
We could see the moon coming up.

I went for my gun
Had my finger on her trigger
When she shouted, “Stop!
I don’t want to go any further”.
I looked at her hard
And asked if she was joking
she said, “No! I don’t want to
See your gun smoking”.

Well, there’re women that are kind
Drive a man clean out of his mind
And others who are not so nice
If you want my advice
It’s best to stay clear
Of women who take you half the way there.

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I Got The Message

Time and time again
You spit on the hand
That only wants you to hold it;
I don’t think you’re to blame
But I can’t play your game
I’ll just have to learn to do without it.

What is it?
What are you trying to tell me?
Do you want me to beat it?
Why are you so cross?
Could it be
You want me to get lost?

I look you straight in the eye
Your feelings they must be in disguise
Because you sure as hell don’t show them;
You laugh, and yet you know I cry
Still you got the nerve to walk on by
As if to say, it’s not my problem.

I show you everything I am
But you don’t do the same
To make it worse you turn away;
I give you everything I am
But you don’t give a damn
And I had to learn it the hard way.

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Learning To Drive

I’m learning to drive
I’m learning to drive! Yeah!
Beep! Beep!
Here I come
Honk! Honk!
You better run
I’m learning to drive
I’m learning to drive! Wow!

Start the engine
Release the clutch
Step on the gas
Whew, too much!

Look in the mirror
Signal to the right
Change the gears
Hope it turns alright

Car is coming
Hang on –
Okay, road is clear
Drive on.

The engine’s getting warm
The wheels are turning
Not to worry though
The juice is flowing

I’m trucking down the highway
The engine’s ticking, seems to be singing
I’ll just give you a blast on the horn
To let you know I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!!!

How did I do, babe?
Did I pass the test?
I bet you say that to all the guys
Am I – am I really the best?!!

I’ve learned to drive
I’ve learned to drive! Yeah!
Beep! Beep!
She’s on the run
Honk! Honk!
Oh! Look at her come
I’ve learned to drive
I’m a good driver! Wow!!

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When The Feeling Goes (I Go Too)

Please don’t cry
I can’t really explain why
It’s just that too many times I’ve watched love die
And then carry on living a lie;
There’s no need to put myself in jail
The moment love goes stale
I’ve signed no deal, done no wrong
It’s the way I feel – I’m moving on.

And, baby, when the feeling goes
I go too
When the feeling goes
I go too.

There’s no need to fake it
There’s no need to break it
I don’t want to let you down
I don’t want to hang around;
To maybe one day disappoint you
For you to wake up and find I’m boring you
By repeating the same old lines
It’s better to leave than to waste your time.

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Friendly Love

When you feel sad
(When) He’s treating you bad
When you feel pain
You’ve been hurt again.

Come on, come on back
Come on back to my bed
If you want
The friendliest loving you ever had.

If you find it hard to smile
If you cry all the while
And you wish you could find
Someone who would ease your mind.

Babe, forget all the other fools
With me there are no rules
I won’t freeze you dead
I’ll set you on fire instead.

And before the night is through
You’ll see what your loving man can do
I’ll take you places you’ve never been
I’ll make true your every dream.

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Women Of The World

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
One for me, one for you
Any one can satisfy you
Any woman in the world.

High society women love to roll in the dust
English women love taboo lust
Sikh women have the sweetest fruit
Pakistani women would rather you bought them a suit.

African women have the stuff to break your back
White women wish for a stud that’s long and black
Chinese women kick from the hip with a knockout punch
Pakistani women are too busy eating a big lunch.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Sex is their reason for living
When it comes to loving
Women rule the world.

Russian women stand up to you like a man
Arabian women hump like a camel train
American women lie down and put you onto a winner
Pakistani women would rather sit down to a big dinner.

French mademoiselles give you kisses that are named after them
Spanish senoritas are hot enough to give you a suntan
English ladies are real soft apart from their upper lips
Pakistani angels only have excretion outlets in their hips.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Politics is their reason for living
When it comes to double-dealing
Women rule the world.

German women think they can win every race
Jewish women can put them in their place
Eskimo Nell has got heaven in her hips
Pakistani women only orgasm during a good gossip.

Greek women have moves that are classical
Gypsy women have instruments that are musical
Japanese women are technically very modern
Pakistani women only do it in order to have children.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Domination is their reason for living
When it comes to poisoning
Women rule the world.

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Bad Boys (Bad Girls) Do It Good

Good boys are a crashing bore
Good girls never ask for more
Good boys don’t like to go down
Good girls don’t like to move around
Bad boys rock and roll all night
Bad girls push back and squeeze it tight
I’m a bad girl who likes to love dirty
I’m a bad boy who can give you plenty.

When we ‘re both knocking on wood
Then it’s well understood
Bad boys
Bad girls
Do it good;
It’s well understood
Bad boys
Bad girls
Do it good.

You’re a gentleman who knows how to get me hot
You’re a lady but in bed I’ll treat you like a slut
Your loving anger really turns me on
My hot temper never goes before you come
I like my boys to be men to be dominant
Lady, you’ll do anything any way I want
I know all the tricks and I’ll do them gladly
I’ve got all the moves and I’ll love you madly.

Bad boys never ever do as they’re told
Bad girls have a grip that can really hold
Bad boys thrill me when they break all the laws
Bad girls thrill me when they’re on all fours
Good boys can go and take a jump
Good girls should not be allowed to hump
Give me a bad boy each and every night
Give me a bad girl who’s hot and tight.

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I’m Running Away, Mama

I’m running away, Mama
I’ve had more than enough
I’m leaving today, Mama
Your way of life is much too rough
I’m going far away, Mama
To be near the boy I love.

I tried to explain, Mama
But I could never get through
You never saw the pain, Mama
Caused by what you and Papa do
I’m going with a man, Mama
Who loves me more than the two of you.

Please try to understand, Mama
And try to see things my way
I couldn’t live the way people say
I love a sweet man, Mama
Who will love me for ever and a day.

When you think of me, Mama
Remember me the way I used to be
Please try to see, Mama
See the ‘life or death’ need in me
When love got inside me, Mama
He opened the door and set me free …
If you love me set me free.

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Tell Mummy, Tell Daddy

We can’t be seen together on the street
The town library is the place to meet
Rows and rows of books to hide us
Big mouth nosey-parkers can’t find us
Other boys and girls there in the same boat
We’ll get killed if we get caught.

Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
You’re going to the library
Don’t say you love my body
Just say you’re going to study
Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
You’re going to the library
They’ll tell everybody
How hard you study
Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
They’ll be so happy.

Mummy and Daddy are so cruel
But remember the golden rule
They can’t hurt about
What they don’t know about
Cover your tracks, leave no signs
Their little girl is mine, all mine.

Behind the bookshelf can be a squeeze
The sign says ‘Silence Please’
So we’ll make love silently
Till we explode internally
If anyone takes a look
I’m only writing in your book.

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Sexy Little Schoolgirl

You may be under-age but you’re old enough
Skip school and I’ll give you lessons in love
All the books in the world can’t teach you
Open the door to your garden so I can reach you
I’ll be through before the day is done
Oh, baby, your uniform really turns me on.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re ever so sweet, girl
Get into my big car, girl
You’ll go really far, girl
Say you’ll always be my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
You’re out of this world!

The teachers say learn your lessons well
But I can show you lessons they can’t tell
Little darling, I want to be your lover-boy
Come on over here and play with my toy
Please keep quiet about the fruit you’ve tasted
If anyone finds out I’m bound to be arrested.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re such a sweet girl
People say you’re a bad girl
But you make me so glad, girl
I’m so happy you’re my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
You’re out of this world!

You’ve got the greatest legs I’ve ever seen
But they’re nothing compared to what’s in between
You’ve got the honey, I can whip up the cream
Mix together to make true our every dream
Shake it around to create the wildest scene
Rub – a – dub – dub till we both come clean.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re such a treat, girl
Love you for all time, girl
Till the end of term, girl
Then I’ll ask your friend to be my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
She’s out of this world!

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No One Can Aid You Now

You fooled around with every boy in town
But the tables have turned and now you’re the fool
You will waste away crying the tears of a clown
The pain will teach you what you should have learned in school
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

The risk of disease is equal to
The number of lovers with whom you’ve slept
There will be no more fun and games for you
All that’s left is heartache, and regret, and death …
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

You were blessed with beauty from the moment of birth
Your youth was full of rainbows on summer days
Your smile and grace inspired laughter and mirth
Till you connected with a man who went both ways …
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

You can’t live – you can’t love anymore
You should have thought about it before
You can’t love – you can’t live anymore
You should have thought about it before
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Let’s Get Down And Dirty

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I will start at the top
And work my way down
Your mouth is the cream of the crop
Your lips – a cherry in the month of June;
Your heavenly body is so complex
I really must keep it simple
Lay back, close your eyes, relax
I will gently kiss your dimple.

Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the itty bitty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the kitty clitty
Let’s get down and dirty.

People talk of good clean fun
That is sweet as a nut
When all is said and done
Down and dirty is red hot;
Naughty is good, naughty is fun
Naughty can clean my nut
When you shoot my gun
Down and dirty is a crack shot.

Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the itty bitty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the kitty clitty
Let’s get down and dirty.

It is easy to solve the riddle
Get down into the thick of it
Bowl your ball down the middle
Be loving, be caring, be wicked;
Flesh and blood, that’s all there is
When a boy meets a girl so pretty
Rub -a – dub – dub leads to bliss
Our bodies sing this little ditty :

Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the itty bitty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the kitty clitty
Let’s get down and dirty.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Terror

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We’ve done it, we’ve pulled it off
They fell for it without a murmur
They swallowed it hook, line and sinker
We’ve gotten away with murder

No one asked why when we told the Big Lie
“The terrorist was cooking up a curry and rice bomb”
The mixture in every kitchen is pie in the sky
“We foiled the plot by shooting the vindaloo bum”

Not a question asked, not a doubt raised
No one bothered to look past the smokescreen
Our security forces were all highly praised
Hand on heart, singing, “More profit to the Queen”

Our Media will sugar-coat the pill
Our way of life is preserved
The little pigs will eat this swill
The Paki got what he deserved.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

The Greatest Line Ever Written

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” Hold Conscious Thought the way you hold your breath ”
The Eye that sees itSelf – everything, everything else is death;
The human brain is the greatest miracle in the known universe
But Conscious Thinking makes that blessing a great curse.

If you understand it
And you apply it
You will understand the gods
And how they apply it.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

I Stand Before You

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From the countless herd only a few can manage
I stand before you
If you made me in your own image
I stand before you
My life’s work has been to pay homage
I stand before you
I have forged myself in your image
I stand before you
You set the mark and I rose to the challenge
I stand before you
Acknowledge the effort – pay me homage
I stand before you.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.