Classic poem of the day
Quoth the thief to the dog, let me into your door
And I'll give you these delicate bits.
Quoth the dog, I shall then be more villain than you're,
And besides must be out of my wits.
Your delicate bits will not serve me a meal,
But my master each day gives me bread;
You'll fly, when you get what you came here to steal,
And I must be hang'd in your stead.
The stockjobber thus from 'Change Alley goes down,
And tips you the freeman a wink;
Let me have but your vote to serve for the town,
And here is a guinea to drink.
Says the freeman, your guinea to-night would be spent!
Your offers of bribery cease:
I'll vote for my landlord to whom I pay rent,
Or else I may forfeit my lease.
From London they come, silly people to chouse,
Their lands and their faces unknown:
Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house,
That would turn a man out of his own?
member poem of the day
MY WRITINGS FROM MY PAST UP TILL NOW EACH TELL A STORY IN THEIR OWN WAY HOW I FELT ON ANY GIVEN DAY THEY TELL OF WHAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH IN LIFE THEY SPEAK OF MY HAPPINESS THEY SPEAK OF MY STRIFE THEY TELL OF MY SECRETS,MY HABITS,MY LIES THEY TELL OF THE TIMES I'VE JUST SAT DOWN TO CRY THEY TELL OF MY ADDICTION ,FOR SO LONG I HID THEY TELL OF THE DRUGS I ONCE DID THEY TELL OF HOW I WAS SAVED BY MY KIDS THE SPEAK OF VISIONS, DREAMS THAT I HAVE THEY WILL TELL YOU OF A TIME WHEN I FELT ALONE AND SAD THEY EXPLAIN MY ANGER, HOW EASY I GET MAD THEY TELL YOU THINGS I DID THAT MADE ME FEEL BAD THEY TELL MY CHILDHOOD STORY IN RHYMING WORDS THEY TELL WHY I TURNED TO DRUGS THEY TELL OF MY CHILDREN HOW I LOVE THEIR HUGS THEY SPEAK OF MY FEELINGS, OF OTHER PEOPLE'S LIES THEY TELL OF A BATTLE I HAVE FOUGHT MY WHOLE LIFE THEY SPEAK OF HOW AT NIGHT I PRAY THEY TELL OF THE PEOPLE WHOM IN MY LIFE I LET S...