Best Big Bucks Poems

(a rhyme revision in stanza 9 in case the sponsor already read this.)

'Twas the night before Christmas. My shopping was done.
But gifts needed wrapping, and...

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I have a little something that I want you to see.
It’s a sample of great-grandpa’s secret recipe.
Blend of ingredients in the right combination;
hidden formula passed...

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Political life isn't cheap
moats are costly to clean when their deep
big bucks for a **** movie
and a duck house thats groovy,
it's enough to make Gordon...

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Cowboyin' seems so romantical as seen in th' pitcher shows.
Ain't a lick uv truth in that as ever' workin' cowpoke knows.
Movie stars is paid big...

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KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES 

These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled...

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   Where are your voices, Me-too, Planned Parenthood, NOW
      your Jewish sisters violated, raped by the dozens -...

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Go ahead, ask me
Am I'm proud of my dear son Scott
You can bet your sweet darn bippy I am
Proud as one of them peacocks

Turned out...

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There's a George in every neighborhood, although in yours, he may go by another 
name. 

George can be found pacing the sidewalks looking for neighbors...

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1
Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's...

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Everyone wants free help from that Computer expert, Hubby of mine.
They want to know his computer secrets, on what he does, each time.
So let me...

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I slipped on a fry and hurt my back
Sue Burger King! said my lawyer Jack
I asked for big bucks
But Jack kinda sucks
Now I carry my...

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Bring back blonde babes 
with big boobs and butts, 
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and  big boys...

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There was something odd about this stranger
She called herself a holistic healer
But truly there was nothing “holy” about her

“Bring me an eye of a young...

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Satan, I don’t like your hating.

Satan, I don’t want any part of you.

No fractions, none of your distractions,

I want to live the life that’s true.

This...

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Ode to a Writer

Who will find it?
my consonants of Gold, 
and vowels of Silver,
my pearls of poetry,
and rubies of writing,

Who will find me?
So, I can...

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