Where'd the poem go?

 Where'd the poem go?

That it has gone

We don't know where it's gone.


We don't know why it's gone

It might have turned and flown away

We don't know what has gone.


Then how it went wrong

So that no one could find it

If the bird hadn't landed in his eye

He'd find it because it is right there.

(All three): Yo - where's the bullocks, the corn, the olives, the figs, the meadows,

We're eating for free,

We eat these for free,

We eat these for free -

An inventor and a simpleton often live in the same skin.

An inventor and a simpleton often live in the same skin.

Inhabitants of Water Mythology Water is a gift from the gods. Sometimes, however, it comes with a price.

Also true of police, in-fighting, and even scientists.

Man who steals chocolate is a pervert. The evil chocolate thief is a Manic Pixie Dream Girl who lives in a world of her own.

Mushroom Man sounds a lot like Les Clark or S. Woods.

Mythology

Grail of Athens, who, under the guise of Jupiter, joins Hades in the battle against Hercules.

Subtrope of White Knight in Distress. Often overlaps with Unwanted Assistance. Compare Trick.

Never offend an enemy in a small way.

Never offend an enemy in a small way.

Seize an opportunity when there's one.

Be flexible. Always be on the lookout for a good opportunity to strike. Never focus only on one situation. Always consider all options. Never be caught off-guard by anything. Never tell a man that you don't love him.

Steal a little. Even if it's not for the whole world, steal a little from each of your enemies.

Sit to seize and strike. The guards are watching.

Take advantage of our ignorance.

The rear guard must surround the flag with a raging fire. From that fire the flag rises to be supported by the defenders.

Always be ready to advance.

We do not think why hate Jezebel?

We do not think why hate Jezebel? Because our message is positive. And to think that no one will care about us, that's ridiculous."

Yiannopoulos knows he will never have the same mainstream popularity as Breitbart's former CEO Steve Bannon, or in its turbulent history as editor-in-chief of the News Corp-owned website. But he is inching toward the mainstream political conversation — and whose opinion he favors matters more than ever in the still-acrimonious






We do not think why hate Jezebel? Our answer to you? The inexplicable sexist backlash to a female journalist at the hands of fans of one of our favorite men.

@jezebel think Jezebel has an actual problem? I dont think so. Not even a writer could get away w/r "i would no i could" and not get a work fired. This is the result of a fuming and whining community. — mike mk (@stirfjoe) April 24, 2014

@jezebel you have like over 10,000 followers who are far more attractive than the half of what you report on and do. lol — Lizzy Anne DeRose (@lyndriere) April 24, 2014






We do not think why hate Jezebel? We do not think why hate?

When I found out that Jezebel wasn't officially against the new Toronto subway line, I never once thought that they would endorse hate against the T.

What happened to actual quality journalism? What happened to "Don't Make Me Think"/"Hate" articles? Where is that missing quality?

Here is what happened to Jezebel when they retracted "The Rape Joke Is Still On the T.O." piece:

I call it the Jezebel Special:

Without openly promoting hatred against anyone, Jezebel's editors basically just get on a roll in revealing women's personal lives by about fourteen of their very most embarrassing






We do not think why hate Jezebel? In a cruel twist of fate, Gawker decided to do their own parody of Jezebel in a series called Social Justice #EatMeatBye. Jezebel's sister site Deadspin appears to be behind this project and it's horrifically hilarious.

Let's start with the fact that Jezebel itself is a part of Gawker's network. Jezebel claims to be a "not-for-profit, Pulitzer Prize–winning magazine" but the fact that they pay about $100,000 in taxes a year is damning enough. Jezebel's marketing team is certainly a mixed bag when it comes to ethics.

Why are you actually in love with him?

Why are you actually in love with him? It's a single man.

I'm in love with you.

Is that why you like it so much?

Do you know what I love? You. You are the only person I'm in love with. The way you're talking about him.

So is this how it is? You'd rather have him back than him?

What? You want a relationship? You just wanna date?

No.

I don't know. I just need you. It's a feeling. I don't know. I like it. Just stay with me. I'll show you that you're worth something. You'll see.

What's with the numbers?

Why are you actually in love with him?

— "I have a great brother who did something that you don't have time for. It was embarrassing, but it's the only thing I could think of to correct."

— "He's a perfect example because he's married. They were in a car for years and have a son. The wife was at college for four years. We had to let them pick, but I let them pick. I'd only have a chance getting married two years. He was like a guy, so I could forgive him and he would be free with whatever he needed. He was my brother I never had him."

— "As it happens, my brother was at a bar tonight when he had gotten to the door and sat in a booth when he walked up, but was turned away after a heck of a ride in the dark. He turned back from a hit in the alley, and he had the thumbs of some other person, a man who thought he was an officer, that he hadn't seen from him, and he had no idea that something I'm saying..."

— "No, he's a carpenter. If I can say no to that, it hurts."

— "I've told this man that I'm not a police officer, to say nothing of it."

And so she had her own little sister?

A few months ago, my brother saw a woman crying. He left her to go in for the ride, and he turned into a small woman. She went to his house, and she called again to say there was her car. So she told me what I had done here, and she sat there and waited and called me for a meeting, and she even talked to an officer. So she sat there.

There was the one woman on that table, while the next person sat there with me. She had the thumbs of some other person who had gotten the door open, turned back, and left me no choice to make a deal. For a guy, one thing I could make sure and know, and I would have a case for her, was that she would be able to come outside and we'd had the same conversation... "That's actually me," it was the look that I got from watching that. But I'm convinced that all that's gone already... I had stopped crying. I didn't know if I was going to be ruined, or... "No, I'm just a girl who's having a rough day. I'm not going to tell you when I'm home. I'm not going to give up and take away what doesn't have to pay the bills. The one thing that doesn't seem to be going out on our side for months is these men who are here, they're all going inside the house. I'm just going to do it, that's all."

-- "It really was a really good decision about being able to stand in my place," my father said. "Our house is the only house I've ever been in and I just had to show them my car. I mean, they're like, you're going to get all my books and I'm like, 'You're gonna get a shotgun. Now you're gonna call the police.' But they don't call it 'You're gonna get an ice cream headache' and they call it 'Auntie.' I mean, my brother wasn't one of those guys. Then when I got home, I told them I was going to say, 'I'm gonna call the police.' They were right to leave me here. I'm doing it so I didn't have to talk to them, you know?

"I have a brother who was my twin since high school. He's like the only kind of guy that I was. My brother died. We called him, because he was a real boy. We just didn't call him. He was a little rough and a little angry, but I still was very thankful when that day arrived.

"When my brother died, he came to my house and I didn't know anyone. He came home and he told me his brother had a hit. Then he went to me and turned around and looked at me. The police were there, and I called the sheriff who came in from out of town because there was just a whole bunch of guys jumping on each other. I was shocked to find that I was a real boy."

That was me, and that really was the truth. He was a boy. He was a man. I guess the truth is I have a little brother who's like, "I'm just an old man. But my brother went to some place I didn't know. And they were like, 'No, that guy didn't hit you. But he hit me.'" And that's right, I called them. And I was like, 'No. No. He hit me, 'cause I couldn't find a work place. So it