Best Cash Cow Poems

I was blessed by a golden cash cow
She’s a wonderful friend to me now
For those in the know
She goes with the flow
Here’s my tribute, may...

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Golly, this day could be my very
last!
So no, I am not going to organize
my house really fast.
I will sit with my cat, her calico
fur, a...

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Hot Springs is where I live, in Arkansas
The foothills of The Ozark Mountain Range
For centuries the springs were the big draw
As people came in hopes...

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As I stared out my project window into the streets were the predators never 
seemed to sleep and the dope heads that kept the neighbors...

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Nobody believes me!

We are killing ourselves and each
other everyday.
And no, we don't need a gun.
But, come on, they tell me,
Stop being a party pooper!

No, I...

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today it has been proven that our justice system does'nt represent justice. it just 
fixes things the way they want things to be fixed. today...

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You're rolling in the green right now,
lying naked on a bed of lettuce
Got those nubile maids milking the cash cow,
as you float on tequila dreams,
thinking...

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IN ALL HONESTY I AM DISHONEST

Many people own what they refer to as a “cash cow”
A farm animal who produces milk to drink and make...

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(Unsigned, Sealed, and Delivered)

Part 1:
Oh I worked several years at Atari (1)
Always thinking, "It's too good to last,"
Bushnell's (2) leaving - hand writing on rampart...

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Each night I groove
Entertain with each move
Dancing on this pole
My assets I extol
 
Sultry and steamy
Men’s eyes so dreamy
Forgetting their wives
They give me fives
 
Clenched...

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this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste...

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pause for a moment of silence
before continuing your day
to bless your lucky stars
that you were born within these 
borders
which increase every day their campaign
to keep...

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If, as hippy folklore claims, it never rains in California,
Then the watermark is never washed out of the phoney cheque,
And when you’re dead and gone...

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My mind is now not in dissaray
It's all there now
my kids don't see me as their cash cow
I made them get all jobs to get...

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I think I've been left with the best of the rest,
The vague and the odd and the strange,
I can't make the effort to now look...

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