Best Dollar Sign Poems
I aint got no money and I'm goin' down fast
My heads in the toilet and my life's in the trash
I wish I had a penny for every bad thought
I wish I could steal without gettin' caught
Wanna be able to buy my own smokes
I'm tired of "shorts" and two hit tokes
Don't wanna be a rich man don't wanna be a star
Don't need my own plane just wanna have a car
The beat goes on but the beat don't pay
I'm cryin' all night I'm tryin' all day
I dream and I wish I kneel and I pray
I know I gotta reason
Just gotta find a way
Shut me up, slam the door in my face
Doctor, doctor-
Is it really so bad I wanna know about
the human race?
The human condition, or maybe
even addiction- is it so wrong to ask
a question without a dollar sign?
I ain't bad, I ain't nuts-
Just a regular ol' girl who's curious.
A. Green
The Value of Life
Life cannot be measured using a dollar sign…
There are no lengths of time
That increase the value of a life
Life is a gift
A gift that is immeasurable
For even the brightest of minds…
A reflection of the minutes that we
Share with others……
The impact that we make when
We encounter others for even a brief second.
Life is reamarkable........
The air we breath
is the very establishment of life...
Everyone worried about ISIS, weren't we just at war with al qaeda?
Look where that's left us, do you really not see the hidden agenda?
We're the the real terrorists, how many have died for the sake of America?
Another war due to religion, let's move past this archaic vendetta!
Peace will NEVER come from violence, we should know betta
The irony is too much, they see us the same way we see them
I thought only God could judge? Who are we to condemn?
People giving opinions after all they did was click a link and skim
Let's think about the repercussions instead of just acting on a whim
Because I don't need a crystal ball to tell you the future looks grim
I'm sorry, i can't keep these thoughts smoldered
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
It feels like one man trying to a push a two ton boulder
I'm trying to pierce you with these words like bullets from a soldier
Wait, why don't we use our words instead of bullets and soldiers?
Listen, the other night I had a dream of utopia
No borders, global nation, It's practical, you just have myopia
We're all homosapiens, the U.S., China, Middle East, Ethiopia
They've got you fooled, we could make this world a cornucopia
News flash: the U.S. (every country) is just another civilization along the timeline
The Roman Empire lasted 1,500+ years, next year for us? 239
The worlds greatest super power? Ha. re-read that last line
I can picture it in the history books now, death by the dollar sign
What if rebellion
Is chopping off your purple hair
And pouring the color
Into a polo
Chi straightener
Speaking through your nose
yaaas.
?
What if freedom
Is saying the n-word without batting an eyelash
Because political correctness is for the liberal snowflakes
While driving around in Daddy’s Mercedes
Waiting on the world to just
Like
get rid of the trash
?
What if love
was sewn into the dollar sign
Every time
we pick it up
We feel a little more alive
?
What if truth
Just a word, a coooooncept, man
Another figment of the imagination
Does
Not
Exist
?
it is
MRS. SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS
So they trekked up the mountain covered with snow
surrounded by white with only one place to go
they were headed for a place where money could be made
but the job they do leaves so many squealing and afraid
spurs on their shoes and the dollar sign in their eyes
each step brings them closer to the clear blue skies
ice picks, shovels and the all important implement
and none of these men deserve any form of compliment
footsteps bring them nigh to their prey
because this is a job with mighty good pay
it just requires heartlessness and a dark heart
with selfishness playing it's specious part
suddenly they come into vision at rest
just living snowballs about to face their final test
mallets and hammers paint the white with red
so Mrs. Society can wear the fur of a baby seal beaten until they were dead
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
No the world is not for me.
it's for suburban hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle class wives
in camaro jeeps.
No the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
it's for politicians,
who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
or for doctors with dollar sign ethics
and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.
No the world is not for me.
who shouldn't be let near paper or pen,
not with these grubby hands
and beerbelly eyes.
that spend their days
laying cement and nailing joists
and trying to quench an unstoppable thirst.
The sow beauty queen’s
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”
Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings
That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy soul
She’s got a glut appetite for mo’ and mo’
Her imperial motto is:
“Mo’ money means mo’ toga rest,
and much less queen bee stress”
This regal swine loves to sit
in her towering pleasure palace pigpen,
and peso whine
and ruble dine
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the Pillsbury hips,
enjoys wallowing in the miry green dough
Mudslinging filthy lucre nods covetously so
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the greasy palm grip,
silver tongue yields coin swallowing squeals
Jade oinkment noise forfeits her unpaid bills
This oral apothecary fatty substance
is pocketbook soothing to the queen Midas soul
Gold pursed lip smacking
is how this triple jowl lady low down dirty roll
Those hog heaven eyes
got them snout gobbled green eggs
gulp hasty safely cracking
Her pigmentary belly rub etiquette
is sop share burp lacking
As those rotund royalties
never piggy bank lessen one lil’ bit
Jade oinkment noise
is very spit pernicious green
Pigmentary salve for the thin-skinned cries
of the profiteering unclean
Dyed paper lust has an emerald sheen
Phat bags under dollar sign eyes
be the makeup blush
for the Oval weight sow beauty queen
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the mint green painted toenails,
she loves the excess gossip that dirty tales sell
Flop sweat sleeping
in her palace penthouse pigsty,
she snore ignore the kingdom’s po’ travails
Wrapping herself in a muddy blanket of lies,
surrounding her obese body
with a methane swarm of toady tongue flies
Miss Piggy Lips,
the dung awful smell
coming from that
jade oinkment perfume trail
is just too much nasal pain to inhale
It’s so sickening to brain fart expel
Fat chance the stench makes anyone well
i have accepted my fate
to this idea of slavery i have given in
my very existence is imaginary to many
to a few i am just a product
bought to be used and reused
my life depends on them
them,my lords my owners
i have no mother,i have no father
i have no family
i am an invisible woman
some call it human traffic some call it modern slavery
i call it nothing,i have stopped thinking about it
i have been striped off my morals
drugs are my life,strangers are my family
who will fight for my rights
when lunatics are controlling the world
these are monsters who see a dollar sign on woman's heads
the world watches my suffering
and still pretend like nothing is happening
i am an invisible woman
i am not a sex addict neither am i a lover of man
i have been whipped,i have been kicked,i have been punched
i have seen my fellow products die
i do it for my life or i will be killed
people who are meant to protect us are the so called client
they pay good money for my misery
they find pleasure in my pain
i am an invisible woman
my heart bleeds with pain
i have no future,i have no hope
i am invisible
-Wit Beyond Measure Is a Man's Greatest Treasure-
Day by day I'm overcome with the ambitions of a man
Not worried about the cards I'm dealt, but how I play my hand
I know my personality and motives are complex and hard to understand
I'm in love with myself I wouldn't change even if I can
It's so hot and humid in the streets I know the heavens can feel the burn
Been traveling on the wrong road too long, It's time I made a right turn
On the freeway you gotta pay a toll, why get off at the next exit
A car can only drive you out of your lane if you let it
It might take something colossal like an eighteen wheeler
Been dreaming of my ideal wifey so long I can almost feel her...
Next to me in my bed I attempt to pull her hair
She digs her nails in my back, honey got the strength of a bear
Highly intelligent and educated, but I'm still bound for college
A must in my mind to gain the best knowledge
Trapped in a maze trying to make it out like a mouse
Something I don't want my kids to feel when they live in my house
Encourage my girls to be women and my boys to be men but not like that singing group
My sixteen year old son get good grades I'll get him a coup
Reward my kids for taking care of business
Best father and man, I belong in the Guiness
Got a big ego I admit, I don't care
It's infinite wisdom and titanic guts sittin under my braided hair
Test my manhood that's a big dare
Volcanic temper melt you away and watch your life vanish in thin air
I'm a man not a hustler I'm done selling drugs
Acknowledge its legit money when you enter my home and put your feet on my rugs
Can't tell you how good it feels to cash an honest check
Love money so much I might get a green dollar sign on my neck
These days making any kind of money is considered a hustle
Money is the band-aid that'll heal the scar on my life's struggle
I honestly don't feel money is the root of all evil
I feel its just the root of all people
Ambitions of a man...
Goodbye, *****Erectus!
Talking monkey with the rainforest tan
Bent knuckles scarred ...
low brow crouching,
and arched eyes wondering —
Looking at the bright yellow rock
dusk paper moon burning
Green banana hope
is swelter swagger of nuclear dawn man
Bad buy, *****Sapien!
Curious chimpanzee, ever tool tinkering
Tick-tock pages
of the Jungle Book clock
is mandrill turning
Loves the evol jokes
that a-peel knock knock
Dollar sign rope
has the greedy ape treehouse a-swinging
Every Donkey Kong thing
has a deposed king Bonzo canopy end
Bray for peace,
using cold metal of an uranium blend
Baboon voices a-bellowing
Hot off the guerilla press:
WW3 hurls came from a prompt send
Brimstone reign
is Apocalypse Now falling
Bald face lies: Hairless claim
of superior tech skin coconut thin
Grey matter descend
has a groping, monkey-shine grin
In the New Age of Stone vows,
idol hearts did bend
Specie extinction blame game
was of unknown orangutan origin
And the cave dwellers
won’t ever know the genome source code
To amino acid awaken
from the ash entropy Eternal Sleep mode
This poem was inspired by the talented Phil Capitano
powerful poem titled, "Nuclear Dawn"
from the brilliant poetry book, "Roses on the Moon"
Cross the bridge
Cross the lawn
Lawn mower
Lawn care
Care Bear
Care Credit
Credit or Debt
Credit Card
Card envelopes
Card trick
Trick-or-Treat
Trick question
Question of the day
Question mark
Mark up
Mark the correct answer
Answer me
Answer to no one
One Direction
One big happy family
Family friendly
Family Dollar
Dollar sign
Dollar exchange rate
Rate formula
Rate of return
Return requested
Return the gift
Gift card
Gift Box
Box office
Box spring
Spring flowers
Spring break
Break a bone
Break a record
Record player
Record Label
Label Maker
Label Shopper
Shopper approved
Shopper guide
Guide dogs
Guide me home
Home sweet home
Home is where the heart is
Is it not
Is anyone up
Up…
Not…
Sweet love of mine
Can I borrow a sec?
To let your mind ponder..
How something so delicate
Can leave you in wonder?
I dwelt alone in this summer's weather
Hot and humid put altogether
It seems since I'm away from my lover
All joy has been plucked out from me like a feather
But Sweet love of mine
I want you just as you are,
You do not need a dollar sign
To be my one and only star
You've captivated me with your charm
the style of your grace
the tone of your enchanting accent
Have allured me into your trap
The wonderment of that to me
Is how my heart leaps for your presence
As time disappears like a dark sea
I find myself awaiting for something to be present
The delicacy of my love for you
Is the warmth you bring to me
And peacefulness that soaks through
When I can finally lay down beside you.
Where do you run
When you're scared of yourself?
To the liquid in the pipe
Or the pills on the shelf?
To escape the life
You once loved to live
Anything to have that life back
You would surely give
suffocating in a big white cloud
And dope that makes you forget
But this you cannot escape
And this life comes with a debt
A debt not of money or goods
Not a dime or a dollar sign
But the love and devotion
Now, it’s gone and you cannot find
Your baby’s love
Your trust for the system
It just blew into the wind
With one big gust
Now drowning a in a puddle
And sniffing a thin white line
Was it really worth breaking
All our hearts including mine?
But I find myself
In an awkward place
I both pity and despise you
This is not often the case
I ask you now
Why would you, how could you?
that baby taken away
That person I loved thought I knew
And then I think
How pitiful you are
And how bad to you
This will soon scar
So I offer my help
And my hand I freely give
So make your choice
Do you die, or do you live?
Oh, the internet, that digital domain,
Where truth and fiction dance in disdain.
Where every keyboard warrior reigns supreme,
And cat videos rule, a bizarre meme.
Scroll through feeds of filtered perfection,
Life's highlights with a hint of deception.
Where likes and shares define our worth,
In this virtual circus, our minds go berserk.
We surf the waves of misinformation,
Conspiracies spun with no hesitation.
From flat Earth to alien invasions,
The internet fuels our imaginations.
Social media, a narcissist's paradise,
Where validation comes at a hefty price.
In a sea of selfies and shallow trends,
We drown our souls, our authenticity bends.
But oh, the trolls, those digital pests,
Hiding behind screens, they never rest.
Spewing venom with every keystroke,
Their toxicity spreads like a noxious cloak.
Privacy? Ha! What a quaint notion,
In this realm of surveillance and commotion.
Our data bought and sold like cheap wine,
To advertisers, we're just a dollar sign.
Yet here we are, addicted and enthralled,
To the internet's allure, we're all installed.
For better or worse, we're intertwined,
In this web of chaos, our fate confined.
So let's raise a toast to the cyber age,
Where irony reigns on every page.
For in this digital circus, we play our part,
Navigating the internet with wit and art.