Best Cashing Poems
Each seeded pod of active indulgence
With the sternness of instructions
Delivered to one and all,
‘Never leave under light
Sunlight especially at fall,’
A test one thinks for the human race
Does one wait to reap the spoils of his haul,
When so many of the world’s population
Are cloned when the cuckoo doth call?
© Harry J Horsman 2020
The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum
family portraits on the baroque mansion,
spiral stairway wall
The copper savings ... deposit daub
straw crumbs,
that built the foundation of it all,
starts to totter and fall
When accumulations begin to fail,
put the diminished sprawl
money sign up for sale
Cashing out prematurely ...
losing it all
It's the fatal heart attack,
before the disappearing assets
hit zero
And the cancelled checks
start bouncing back
There are no bankrupt heroes
This penny dreadful thought
gives the wealthy
Freddy Krugerrand nightmares
Leaving the golden nest behind ...
to wing it pauperously alone,
is a wallet tear, safety net falling out
Parachute pursed lips don’t ever
reveal all —
Where the secret stash is mnemonic hid,
in case of an emergency landing
liquidity call ... phantom accounts off-the-grid
Covertly cashing out,
don’t leave much room for
mint condition doubt
Keeping a stuffed mattress attitude,
it’s poor manners to be
obnoxiously soup-line bourgeois rude
Maintain fiscal proletarian discipline;
looking fo’ mo’ easy-open vault,
capital idea opportunities
to reinvest the debt reset default
Staying on a silver cloud
at all cost
Means rushing headlong to a sky precipice,
bullishly fretting fearful
of a bearer bond, bear market free-fall
Piggy bank 401k squeals
be just another Poor & Standard
snout pocket poke to the profit-strapped chin
No-frills credit rating T-note bills
are being dividend, early retirement cashed in
It’s all down-low, bankroll covert action ...
‘cause everybody know
that being milk poppy poor is a withdrawal sin
I use to be and might still be
completely dedicated,
chasing a better feeling,
I needed to, I want to.
Constantly running from the silence,
that is deafening.
Every day is the last time
I will motivate myself,
I will feel in control, till the feeling fades
and dread will once again fall upon me.
Wishing I can keep my promise to myself,
but soon I will convince myself it's okay,
this time will be the last.
My best friend is the night,
that loyalty and safe feeling,
Everything second is welcoming.
A little bit to keep the feeling in place,
my mind will play tricks my thoughts so abstract
and my reality will start to play.
Awake, so awake
into the early hours, talking to myself.
playful to make a blanket fort,
and i will disappear in an imaginary world.
sometimes wishing for a child-like imagination,
again to create an imaginary friend.
But most nights I wanted to be a freak,
concentrating hard to lose my mind,
the madness
the total loss of control,
will make space
in my mind.
Thoughts overflow
like too much popcorn on the stove.
I need a pick me up again,
chasing a better feeling
I need to defeat this dread.
It’s my fault for letting you get to me,
it’s my fault for not letting go.
I constantly waiting,
watching, thinking of ways to fix it,
constantly refilling my thoughts,
wasting my time with of you,
disguised as something amazing,
so intoxicating.
the tempary confidence
and motivation.
I am tortured by my mind
and uncertain constantly.
A little more will keep it away.
I am drowning while you smile
enjoying your masterpiece of distraction.
Cashing
A call centre job is a slave job
Like digging holes in the road
Or painting a truck with a toothbrush
Go work in a call centre
Do this do that all at once!
Multi task you’re all smart
Do more than one thing at once
We trained you and pay you
You’re the best so get on with it!
Make us some bloody money
They're cashing in on our misery
By making us go in circles
While they keep promising to deliver
On nothing cause nothing they've said holds water
They're cashing on our desperation
As all we can do is watch
Then they'll come back to tell us
That five years wasn't enough they want more
They know which buttons to push
While they tell us that we should too
We've been pushing the same buttons
But how will they work if they control the system
But what works in this system
Cause the rot has caught up everywhere
It's moved from their greedy selves
Now they want to cripple what was even working
I wonder what blinds us every election year
For we keep being blinded by the blind
Cause seemingly they also don't see our suffering
How then can we correct it if we also the problem
The PO£T
sordid surroundings
make for Dickensian tales
~ poverty triumphs