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...

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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...

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The whips will crack across the back
of the steers that won’t move on.
Every day comes closer now
for the day they will be gone.
All these ‘beeves’...

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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...

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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...

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What if rebellion

Is chopping off your purple hair
And pouring the color
Into a polo
Chi straightener
Speaking through your nose
        yaaas.

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-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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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  i have accepted my fate
            to this idea of slavery...

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Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
solyant green the 666 is money the dollar sign the number on the bill the id 
card...

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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...

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The bags under her eyes are very heavy,
You call them her luggage 
Why does she handle so much luggage ?
Because she keeps moving foward never...

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