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Confessions of an Egotistical Kind

Confessions of an egotistical kind
Mirror, mirror above the bathroom sink
I talk to you because my shit does not stink
and I ask of you to show me why
The world doesn’t see I’m a hell of a guy
I have my walk, some might call a strut
That’s because everyone’s looking at my butt
Or how everyone swoons once they’ve heard
how wonderful I am with all these words
I speak clearly, concisely, and I don’t mumble
I try, but Lord it’s Hard to be Humble
I don’t shoehorn myself into tight jeans
partly because there’s more of me to squeeze
I was asked once, is it petit, or can I pet it?
Haha, yeah, you got it, that’s what she said
Of course you can pet it, but don’t be alarmed
when this beast grows, he means you no harm
and when you are done and put away wet
don’t you worry, this tongue isn’t done yet
and I pour myself into all of my art
because, well, I’m just so damn smart
And don’t worry about me getting a big head
just put your lips together and blow, instead
I talk my talk, and barely flex a muscle
even jealousy envies my kind of trouble
A little more bad, in my bad boy bank
still Mr. Niceguy, with a smile and thanks
Oh yes, I am the greatest, you didn’t know that?
I’m telling you your opinion, because it’s a fact
I’ve never met an intellectual pursuit
that was beyond me, or I couldn’t do
them’s the breaks, they say I know-it-all
when I make a mistake, they rush to watch me fall
such a spectacle because it happens so little
but it’s a bad investment, and interest dwindles
I don’t throw around my weight or my money
besides, I got your love, would you buy me that honey?
You don’t have to believe, whatever floats your boat
but I have you smiling at this long joke
the other thing, you see, the point to all this
well, I’m the greatest, and only, real fucking psychic

Nice guys finish last not because they’re nice, but because they say they are

An interesting take… It’s all too easy to begin to believe that a girl won’t like a nice guy, it takes awhile to break free… And so many girls equate “nice” with “wants a family”. Hard to date, especially if you don’t go out of your home…

TheReporterandTheGirlMINUSTheSuperMan!

Our guest contributor this week is Eva Finn from WiseBefore25.com

Have you ever been in a position where your friends and family are telling you that you’re too picky and to lower your standards? Well, I get that a lot. Now you wouldn’t think jury duty would be a great opportunity to meet men, but I have a girlfriend who met her husband that way. So when I was asked to perform my civic duty, I thought I should at least be open (although I did bring a book and brace myself for a day of boredom).

When I reported to the waiting area (or the holding area, as I like to think of it), I assessed the seating situation and decided upon this table that looked more comfortable than the auditorium. A guy was sitting there, whom I really didn’t pay too much attention to at first. But he…

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False Bravado

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On Fetal pain and abortion rights

there is a lot going on about abortion and such, and for more than 40 years the Roe v. Wade decision has stood the test of time. Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan wrote a magnificent piece that is a masterful argument. Here is my take on a specific issue that has been going on since 2010 with fetal pain laws and other nonsense based on poor understanding of research and other normal problems with laypeople taking a single study and ignoring the rest while forcing their ignorance on other people. a common opinion that is a fallacy doesn’t mean that a majority opinion holds, it means we need to further education

Source: On Fetal pain and abortion rights

Marching Orders

If you feel free, then question everything
When you try to live your life peacefully
then the dogs of war hit home unexpectedly
when you lose the things your world was right for
your only left with rage, and something to fight for
we’re fighting for ghosts, we’re righteous soldiers
We won’t be idle any longer, we’re making stances
and when we march on you, we’ll make advances
no matter what you think, this ain’t our last dance
we’ll cut a wide swath, a Golden Army flood
the cost of being an Angel, is paid in blood
for every angel on our side, there’s a deep cut
we’ve got marching orders, the piper needs to be paid up
so get up, load up, strap up, lace up and face up
put those fists, barrels, legs and blades straight up
don’t get in our path, we’re marching all the way up
there’s no leader, but when asked who gives the orders
everyone looks forward, and points their finger at me
I call the shots, fighting on the front lines
the honor’s mine only after we’ve gained Victory
I ain’t afraid of you, I got nothin’ to lose and that includes face
trying to step to us, now your eating dust, crushed and in your place
good friends behind me, my righteous army, enemies fear our dark embrace
Back to back, ready to throw down, an army of you to reap and sow now
no fear, no surrender, whatever we meet, we’ll taste victory’s sweet kiss
so when I call out “Push Forward or retreat?”, I want you to call out this…
I got your six – Five Finger Death Punch

Random Responses

Random Responses

Oh those who are finding out,
what was done, and what it’s about
so let me please answer these
in a way slightly bounded
“I did it because I liked it”
it’s as real as this gets
in case you misunderstand
where my thoughts are at
your name rhymes here
and still it doesn’t, y’like that?
the One Lady who I’ve kept quiet
thank you, I’m glad you tried it
no response must be frustrating
I guess we’re commiserating
You’re needed in certain places
Your fussy flirtations are flattering
“I told ya” and Miss Kitty
Thanks for chatting
I’ve told you what I’m wanting
And yes, I’ve heard you flaunting
Do you carry that card everywhere?
I’ve listened since before we went walking
The man who gave me the pen
of course I will put you in
the Tao of Physics
Teary eyed with this
You gave me something new too
Thanks for honoring promises
Some others who heard me,
and don’t need to be seen,
as a last resort hopefully
and no more pinching
the cherubic smiles
I was happy to see
I will do my part
Play my cards
And get myself as ready
As I suppose I will ever be
To take on the world!
And show them my beauty

J. Kinison

J. Kinison
Oh the time that has passed
I kinda want to say “Holy Crap!”
It’s good to see you up there man!
it wasn’t always easy for you and your fam
I hope you’re getting paid too, damn
and no, I never forgot your name
not since the night I took the blame
that stuff you made, the Talkies
I like it, damn you’re funny!
I never sweated the small things
Kinda crazy, and now you know
what it’s like to be a hero
If I read it right, you had my back
man, I want to thank you for that
don’t hesitate if you ever need a hand
glad to see how far you’ve come
all that working looks more like fun
and let’s not talk about that other stuff
I am happy for you, and all your success
and that you’ve made it working your interest
a tip of the hat to you, sir
I hope it’s all kind of a blur
and really, how small a world
But, anyway, thanks for everything
glad to see you’re still up-and-coming
and all of the recurring themes
and Honor is indeed, a virtue

P.S.- Turd

So, I Don’t Know…

The paper I posted, and the video that argued had the same author
that’s why I looked and found her, and the paper graciously turned over
I know who was around when I heard the sound of my name,
It was good friends, trying their hand, in hope, deed, and aim
The Video for a voice, try not to hate
but, We are legion, reverberate
and the BBQ to guard your grill
was in the yard of a good friend still
when I called out the 4, it was clockwise, at that time
The plus wasn’t finished, and you made it the sign
left to right, then bottom to top, only finished one line
I called what your eyes saw, it’s kinda rude otherwise
now please excuse, in some views, pride equals riches
fucking explain that shit bitches
the prestige, and the crown, are mine

A Beautiful Man

A Beautiful Man
A beautiful man
O please tell what that might mean
is it something inside?
is it something just seen?
is it what he won’t do
is it what he gets through?
is it in him, or in you?
Where do I look, as a young lad
the media around, or my own Dad?
the books full of knowledge
a lonely kind of college
or maybe it’s that fat wallet
A rose is a rose, whatever you call it
I hope it is the size of his heart
or the size of his brain, if that means smart
Appreciation of science, psyche, and art
Is it how well he fights when going to War?
Is it the Cause that he’s fighting for?
Or the word he keeps, and upon which he swore?
I hope it’s how he will try as he might
to solve the problem, and avoid the fight
to keep healthy, and keep up his looks
exercise his mind, tell jokes, read books
I guess when it’s all said and done
I hope that these someones
deservedly believe I’m one

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