Best Businessme Poems
*This is my very first poem*
The “Evil” Banker
They chose to participate in the game of monopoly…
They now chant “Ohh, poor me, why must this be?”…
The same ones now insist…
“Government…set me free.”
They wished to play with the “evil” bankers…
They now blame their misery on Citi, Chase and other banks…
The same ones now cry…
“Those demons left me eating Ramen and franks.”
They made the very foolish decision…
To purchase Pacific Avenue, Marvin Gardens, or Park Place
When they should have thought practically, realizing
Connecticut or Baltic Avenue would have filled the space
They hurried to cash out their very own fortress …
They now call the banker “punk”
But never thought twice while buying
60” HDTVs, 1000 gig ipods and other useless junk
So, to those who chose to battle with the banker, remember…
No one forced you to sign away your glorified trailer
Take responsibility for yourselves and
Stop crying about it three years later
It Almost Makes Me Want a Nissan Leaf
By Elton Camp
A car that has no way it can run on gas
For the moment, I feel that I must pass
For driving around near home it’s fine
But that type can’t now become mine
If only there were better ways to recharge
We could take trips both small and large
Now I am afraid that’d be out and about
And the battery’s charge would run out
Yet, how wonderful it would seem to me
Of filling stations and attendants to be free
When I was young, they filled up the tank
But now many are both rude and a crank
Receipt printer’s out of paper half the time
Asking inside is often treated like a crime
Wouldn’t be necessary if they’d do their job
But many an attendant is just a lazy slob
They are making a personal call on the phone
And make it obvious they wish you were gone
Both their breath and clothes smell like smoke
It’s enough to make anyone cough and choke
It would be just fine to me if there came the day
When we propel our cars in some better way
And the attendants could hunt another job
Where they want to hire a lazy, fussy slob
(All attendants aren’t like this, but many in our area are, especially Chevron.)
After I lost my job
I sat
In my apartment
For days
With the windows closed
Staring at the walls
Pretending
I had someplace to go.
I was always told
You’re lucky
To have a job
But looking back
On yesterday
It was always
Just another day of
Showing more initiative
Being more ambitious
Trying harder.
It began
When a stranger sat at my desk
Wanted to know what my job was
Rumors flew around our village of cubicles
Layoffs were imminent
Older employees shook their heads in fear
And we began looking for jobs.
Called to a group meeting
A heavy set man
Stood in the middle of the space
Like a circus ringleader
Announcing
That it was our last day.
We were crushed
The improbable had happened
Our jobs had just vanished
Into thin air.
Leaving the office
Familiar people and places
Looked strange and cold
Crowds, hurrying to be somewhere, passed me by
And I never felt so alone.
The other day
I ran into someone
Who sat not far from me
We never spoke that much
She asked me how I was
And we talked
Both out of work
Connecting for the first time.
After we parted
I caught the reflection
Of a stranger
In the window of an empty store
It was not my face,
Drawn and haggard,
But the eyes
That caught my attention
Hesitant and grey
They still held hope.
Hunger Made Me Do It Without Him Signing My Contract!
My pockets were empty and my stomach was growling. He called at noon wanting me to
care for his cats for a week, saying he’d pay cash. Because he was in such a hurry, he’d
leave the key for me under his mat. Going against my lawyer’s rules, I agreed.
If any one wants to know what happened betweened
me and PoetrySoup... I say Its nobody's buisness but between me and
the companie.. The Poets here are great.. and welcome me back with open arms.
But it seems like thier is a few of the newer poets. Wants answers that is none of
their buisness.. and even acussed me. of being to forward with the Ladies.. on this
sight.. everybody know I am a married Man.. and a third of my poems are about my
wife.. so this acusser... May ask all the qestions she wants. I am still the same Jack..
and I will refuse to change my poetry.. or comment.. because I like to be true full..
Your friend in Poetry.. JackReed3...
it kept me a wake
i have to take
it for my day
this i can say
it helps me think
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