Best Bribe Poems
Clean your house from top to bottom – any other chores you want me to do?
A cup of steaming coffee is ready – I know you just love your brew
So you want me to get the shopping – I’ll have it right on cue
Anything special you require, I’ll pay and have it delivered to you
Run your bath – no problem, I’ll put some bubbles in it too
And my babysitting service is free – no dollar spends are due
Have a wonderful meal out with Tom, a treat for you is overdue
No problem what time you return – I’ll bid you both adieu
Abby will be fine, I’ve written a story for her about a kangaroo
Now remember I’ve paid for the taxi and your meal - it's cordon blue
Contest – what contest! As if I’m trying to influence you ...
Even a honourable mention will do!
10~11~15
You want it bad – then bribe me contest
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Mom don't feed me veggies
Don't put them on my dish
French fries and a hot dog
Is now my only wish
Mayonnaise smothered Tater-Tots
Sure would do the trick
Peas Broccoli, spinach too
Just will make me sick
Carrots, I can't stand them
Oh please, for goodness sake
Don't hide them in a muffin
Or in some kind of cake
Don't add them to my juice
And think it's gonna fly
I said I don't like veggies
I'm telling you no lie
I'm glad you're being sensible
In honoring my wish
I also won't eat liver
or any kind of fish
Sure, I'd like some candy
Perhaps a slice of pie
Ok, If I have too
I'll give this vegg a try
To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire with some money
They cannot buy all the necessities
And happiness
We still have to work
To crack our heads
To survive
To feed ourselves
With organics
With vaccines
With logics
With humanity
And so
We have to believe that
God will only help those
Who help themselves
You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours
And anything besides
You see, my dear, I need to get
The top spot contest prize
To be ranked one, is lots of fun
Simply said: orgasmic
If I place lower on your list
Your fate? Simply tragic!
So, here’s the deal, try to conceal
This secret from the Soup
For if I win your contest, dear
You’ll have the better scoop
I’ll sponsor contests, 1, 2, 3
None have I ever done
You hit my spot and place me right
Top spots in those you’ve won
A guarantee, that comes from me
Don’t ever be in doubt
If my name's riding on the top
You'll hear my sated shout
For poetry’s foreplay to me
To win is climax sweet
I need those tremors all the time
Please, offer me this treat
And know, dear sponsor, that my word
Is good as precious gold
So let me win, and get your highs
Or wind up dead and cold.
For Casarah Nance’s Bribe me Contest
October 4, 2015
Money Talks, It talks for me,
Cash this check and you will see.
A bribe for you, if you choose.
If you don't, we both loose.
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Michael Tor 2277
12 Edgar Allen Poe Dr. 10/5/2015
Dannemora, NY 12929 Date
Pay to the
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Michael Tor 10/5/2015 Contest You Want it Bad Then Bribe Me
So you want this so bad?
Incorrigible lad
Your excesses will come back to haunt you,
But we may do a deal
Under this seal
Unless common sense doth daunt you.
Should push come to shunt
You’ll bear the brunt
Of an outlying cost that may shock you,
A bribe? You dare say
And ask me a game to play
For which the police will surely up-lock you.
Me too? Oh joke on,
You son of a swan,
They’ll never catch me this millennium
For my name is quite clean
By all I am seen
As the pillar upholding nobelium.
My bribe price, you ask?
I’ll take you to task
For using a term disrespectful
I’ll write it down here
… stop looking so *****
Or I’ll change my tone to neglectful.
When I’m gone on my way
You can see my say,
The paper is here ‘neath my placemat
And if you agree
My lawyer you’ll see
To comply you’ll be sporting a lace hat.
He'll sort you out,
You son of a trout
And see that we both get our wish met
But don't try to pump us
Or he'll cause such a rumpus
That you'll want soon to face your Kismet.
So farewell for now
Oh son of a cow
We’ll not see each other again
For I’m off to travel
And mysteries unravel
Along the Brazilian main.
Mind wanders, body stills, my pen will write.
The known world disappears in silence.
Thoughts flow like a taunt string on a kite,
Leaving distance to control compliance.
Light and dark words render hidden shadows,
As a poem starts to form from nothing.
Black replaces the empty page and grows,
And a theme will come from my choosing.
It's there my poem reveals itself to you,
With words trying to please your seeking mind.
As each line written down is sped through,
Is the final verdict kind or unkind?
The poet alone has pleaded his case,
This contest poem, to N/A or place.
9/23/15
Against bribe fight,
It’s against somebody’s right!
I ask a price of his character
Promptly he shows me a tag
On which he fixes his rate
I agree and he consumes me
But feed many a mouth at home
I lure him
With my wanton abundance
And easily he sells his chastity
Like a promiscuous woman
Though i do not play with his body
But have his soul to engage
In immoral trafficking
And consciousness
In a compromising position
With his own modesty and integrity .
Maladministration knocked down men
And women.
Corruption paralyzed the entire community.
Why is there so much corruption?
Are you not guilty of doing wrong things?
Do you know how short your life really is?
You rush through life collecting things,
Look at the mirror, and find out who you are.
The mirror will reveal your story,”
So wicked, destroyer destroyed disable
People and disappeared like the descendants
Of the dinosaurs. “
The mirror knows every animal on the high mountain.
Look at your sins,” bribery, malicious, Violence, fighting,
Robbing, cheating, and killing.”
Your bones will be crushed.
The enemy of Africa,
Maladministration, fraud destroyed Africa.
Corruption kills, we can reduce poverty
If we reduce corruption.
People will turn against you,
Try to do good things,
Do not hide your kindness and loyalty,
People will follow you.
No one wishes bribery,
But
Africans need good governance
System in Africa.
By Alfonso II Warally Chris
i'd like to give your head a spin
with jokes about my funny kin
i'd offer you a glass of gin
but you'd need to give my poem a win
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
A smelling tribe
With a Culture of Bribe,
For Bribe is often A Lever:
The Answer to A Short Fever,
Doctors to face “The Other Fever!”
To Bribe she never says “Never”,
Its purported sweetness “Forever” …
A Blind-to-Truth Tribe
You daren’t describe
Her passion for Bribe;
With the foulest fancy for it,
Often bringing it about with wit;
Where spared enough time to Bribe
Is her Most Erudite Scribe!
Tricksters-for-life’s Tribe,
Always for the All-Time vibe,
Where suffers not a jibe
The Damned Crooked Giver
Nor his Brother Stylish Receiver.
Took a trip to San Bribe
Plane to the boat to San Bribe
A bribe a road I have no idea
Let me know how it turns out
Character Teddy Duchomp
Says it best
I have no idea how it works
Let me know how it turns out
Let me know how it goes
I’d quote one and tie one to it
But it’s much hassle
WAnt a hangg’in
It looks so sweet,a pity it wasn't sung
Is there hope for what future may hold?
For faces I had thought we're gay
I saw were lined with care
Life unbelievably was clear
And vividly was clear
My lord,where shall I place my bribe?
Then society cheats itself
Billions lost publicly
Big brains lynched
Commoners suffer the wrath of the mighty
Failure justified
What kind of times are these?
The drought and the hunger
Shocking levels of unemployment
Flooded homes, flooded homes for 56 years?
Turbulence in quarantine centres
Others opting for death
The primeval beast devouring us
Turning dreams into nightmares
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the years
It matters not how straight the gate
In the fell clutch of circumstances
My head is bloody but unbowed
The night has been long
The morning I look through your anguish
Clap hands,let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history
They cursed our intrusion of peace and the sun's
Intrusion of his shade
Colonial judges
Cobras uneasily lying side by side
Left to roam and bite again
No narrow fancy
Full fifty six years of exile
It has never been so profound
Solitude have I to endure?
And that's the way it should be!
Bribe is a crime in all regions and religions.
Both hands up and down in transit of bribe in dirt
and unclean.Bribing is to get done or to not to do
something violating someone’s right.No wait fight
against this in all might!