Best Cash In Hand Poems

I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to share
Bags and pans, old kettle, and old man
The scavenger, the messenger and old the van lingers
Curious, children hurrying along the...

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They want to be skin and bones with plastic wasters, 
They want to be stupid, they want to be famous, 
Fake, superficial and contagious, 
"She don't want your love, 
She wants your money, boy." 

Modern royalty want cash in hand, 
Ritalin,vicodin, and diazepam, 
Valium,lithium, any...

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Drug dealers sell not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you look to score,
trolling back alleys, daunting and stark.

A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
pummeling the ground with hail and rain.
And as you're jonesing on the way,
fear fuels...

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This mental scene came over me while finishing my abnormal psych final: 
A pack of about 12 guys all wearing
Sweat pants and no undergarments
**** stars
No white dwarfs here...
They are headed into the strip club for a little fun.
I can visualize the suprise of the bouncers,
the...

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I knew a man who always traveled,
 he worked hard and was ever on the go.
He said that he would like to own property,
 a Squire or Country Gentleman, as you may know.

I could not believe it,
 as one day he came with cash in...

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They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.

But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in...

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1/18/17



Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap

Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions

You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense or not

At times it can all truly
Be quite the doozy
Frustrated...

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Trans PORT Station
a hard look in side at how power is misused no one can glide upon rusty shells they tiptoe on the path well meaning people do wrong to innocents in the name of prevention we nip this sort of thing in the bud...

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Waking up at the crack of dawn
No re-collection of the night just gone
A lethal cocktail he had consumed
Out cold all night is what he assumed
Unaware of the crime he'd committed
Horrific details now being submitted
No choice now he'd have to run
Cashed up and armed with a...

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In blazing sun she stares through dusty eyes
from bombed out building, huddled with her kin
counting the hours until the next one dies
and waiting for the next raid to begin.
She longs for nights free of gunfire and screams
competing with the madness in her head
a place with...

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I keep wondering if happiness is only for a chosen few 
I guess  it's for the lighter skin or the persons born in wealth 
I can  only guess 
I keep fighting for this thing call happiness 
I keep running after it.. I can't...

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Luisa ran from where she’d stood
at the approach of the crowd,
they wanted no whores on their street,
and had told her so fairly loud.
Some threw metal cans, road debris,
as they pushed on, deadly close,
then she found herself in a dead end,
no place left for her to...

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She pulls up in her big black Cadillac, 
says “Hey boy, c’mon, get in”,
and I know it’s another night of shame
plastered to the walls of my soul.
It’s the same every time,
first wine, then the dirty deed,
then get out quick,
cash in hand,
on to the next fancy...

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I walked down a lane with a life of pain with a wish that I knew where I would be  
With no cash in hand and I'm feeling the pain I knew that drug was taking 
everything. I opened my eyes and God made...

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While my head slumps low, on both crouching knees,
my meek soul doesn't know, rhyme nor reason seize,
on both crouching knees, while my head slumps low,
rhyme nor reason seize, my meek soul doesn't know.

There'd be a stake-knife, that choice heightened soul,
dreams larger-than-life completes source cores whole,
that...

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