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revolutionrabbit
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Post by revolutionrabbit » August 14th, 2009, 7:20 am

she is stacked
the jack is jacked
the rabbit goes
through the stacks

the sex industry
is old
the poem
is unfold

bought and sold
words that cannot be less then told
i put all my words in a book,


when i first thought about this, was
said...'don't look back'
the blues man was black
i was thinking about lightning
the smoke stack
"shinin' just like gold"

a blues song to be exact
about a train that made a flash
in the night, that was about another
song, and before that another

one song begets another
the meaning of which has a sexy sound
we would see the smokestack lightning
in a image in the middle of the dark
like it blows its stacks

she was stacked
the jack jacked is
the rabbit goes down the stacks
i put all my words in a good lookin' book
i wrote like i wasn't looking back
i went back before i ever wrote a poem, a book

but i listened to that song, them songs and long
ago, i remembered what i thought i heard,
i heard them cryin sounds in them cryin words

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Post by Nazz » August 16th, 2009, 5:18 pm

groove stax, vinyl spinnin'.
the blues cat could really blow.
If you don't get the blues,
your eyes are closed...

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Post by SmileGRL » August 28th, 2009, 7:39 am

she is stacked
the jack is jacked

words that cannot be less then told

the rabbit goes down the stacks

i put all my words in a good lookin' book
i wrote like i wasn't looking back
mr. RR...i don't mean to reduce your poem to these words. they just stood out to me. in neon. & multiple meaning. all in my head of course. 8)

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Post by revolutionrabbit » August 28th, 2009, 7:19 pm

yeah, i mean i was playin with the meaning and sound,

like stacks, is all the books, so she is stacked is all the books
that make up the meaning of her.(goddess or doormat) or in between.

also, my book, novel, is about my teenager years and sexual revolution.
besides psychedelic.'Gone Hallucinogen Freeway'

on another note, i'm thinkin about the lyrics in blues songs.

jack is like the jack rabbit.or the play on jack , on the stack.

poetry is so illusive,on the other hand its the stuff that holds us together.

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Post by Barry » August 28th, 2009, 7:38 pm

She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack

Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She played 'em fast
And she played 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back

She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, and who knows what else?
She's got the jack, yeah, yeah
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack

She's got the jack, she's got the jack,
Ooh, It was a bad deal, (Jack)
She gave me the (Jack), hey
She's got the (Jack), she's got the (Jack)
She's got the (Jack), ooh can't you tell
She's got the (Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack)
(She's got the jack, she's got the Jack)
She's got the jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the jack, you never know!
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, and it hurts!
(She's got the jack)
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Aaaaaah!

Oooooh!
Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you
I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.
Goodnight and God bless!
She's Got The Jack, by AC/DC

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