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Burning Man That Never Ends

Never wish for an easy life Be prepared to endure a hard one. You don’t have to own to enjoy something To be twice as rich, halve your expenses. Let me tell you a mind blowing principle. “You don’t have to own something to enjoy it” Instead of owning a pool, We can park at the ocean for free water play Instead of gym membership We can enjoy kayaking, fishing or scuba diving Of course via small rental payments. There is another one, shocking but worth a while “Lack of money buys freedom”. If you’re filthy rich, enjoy limitless freedom A dirt poor too enjoys pretty much freedom.
Now owning nothing but freedom only To live full potential life without restrictions If left alone with no rules to restrict you You create beautiful things out of the garbage. “Waste is the best” and think of John Keats “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” If you get that beauty, what more do you want? +++ December 29, 2014 Form: Free Verse Fifth Place win


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014


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A Filthy Rich Baboon



At the drop of a hat, your life could change If you win the big jackpot of ten million You'd have all the things you've ever wished for And every day would be bright vermillion With money to burn the world would be yours You'd have nothing to hold you back You could live like a king, demand anything There'd be absolutely nothing you'd lack Do you think you'd be the same sweet person Or would money change who you are Wouldn't mind finding out to tell the truth Think I'd find the whole thing quite bizarre Like to think I'd remain the same person With both feet firmly planted on the ground But money can change a person's perspective And your whole life can turn upside down Sure like to know how money would affect me Would I become this financial tycoon It really could swing either way I imagine Could wind up just a filthy rich baboon © Jack Ellison 2015


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015


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A Rich Man's Advice

I’ll tell you all a story, about when I was just a lad,
And me Mum and Dad were battling with the little that we had.
Dad was working at Yallourn and would travel there each day, 
On his motorbike and sidecar, just to earn his weekly pay.

On weekends I’d help me father, mowing at the health centre. 
He‘d hand across a couple of bob, and then become my mentor,
“Son don’t you waste this money. Save it for a rainy day!”
And I’d reply “No worries Dad!” Then blow most of it away.

But I had a go at saving, though me balance hardly grew,
With the little interest that I earnt, I’d have to say it’s true,
I’ll end up owing banks galore, ‘cause I’ll have to get a loan,
So I secretly called Grandpa from, the post office telephone. 

You might wonder why I say, I have to make a secret call.
Well Dad and my Mum’s father just don’t get on at all,
For years there’s been a subject, on which my Dad has stewed,
That ended up so vicious and became a family feud.

At first I thought Dad’s jealous, ’cause Grandpa is filthy rich, 
And if he cared about his daughter, at least he ought to pitch,
A couple of quid across to us that would put us on our feet.
But Grandpa said “Keep working hard; and hard times you will beat”. 

I never knew the skeleton that’s hidden, on which my father stewed,
Or the reason what had caused us all, to be in this family feud,
Until Grandpa asked upon the phone, “Come down and visit Son,
Then I’ll explain how I got rich, after being close to skun”.    

Grandpa had it all you know. A Rolls Royce and Mercedes Benz. 
A swimming pool with diving board; of course gold plated pens.  
His house was multi storied and he had some servants too.
I said “Grandpa, I’d like this. How do I get rich like you?”

“Well Son” he said, “It all began way back in thirty three,
When I never had a ‘razoo’, and ‘lo behold’ I found a penny.
And with that penny I invested. I bought an apple from a store.
I shined it for an hour and sold it for tuppence more”.

“And then I took that threepence, and went back to the store
And bought myself three apples, then shined them up some more,
And do you know by that day’s end, my goal I got to reach,
When I sold those apples one by one, and got threepence each”.

“Son I continued buying apples, and my business surely grew,
Six months further down the track, I had ten pound four and two. 
Yes me fortune it grew daily, and then exploded yes it did
When your Grandma’s father died, and left us two million quid”.

©2004 Lindsay Laurie


Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015


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I AM THE NEW UK PRIME MINISTER

I AM THE NEW UK PRIME MINISTER


My name is David Cameron – 
I am the new PM – 
But I was very lucky – I did so	
cleverly fool them.
I am to meet the Queen – 
who isn’t very happy,
She didn’t want the Tories
in – the Queen, I did betray!

We will now target the
disabled – and stop all
their benefits;
‘We will bully the disabled
people – our manifesto -  
it causes lots of fits.’
We now will wreck the UK – 
and help the filthy rich,
If we get our sums wrong – 
we’ll blame it on a glitch!

We hate the working class – 
as Labour helped them out – 
But we all love the millionaires –
they have a lot of clout!
We must look after our own
pockets – that is the Tory
policy – 
To heck with the disabled – 
we hate them – honestly!       

We have got five more 
years – to screw the UK
more,
But our policy really is;
‘we hate the scrounging
poor!’
The banks will be kept
safe – that I promise you – 
They will donate to the 
scum bag Tories – we are
the privileged few!!

I feel just like the Newzoids – 
a conning little puppet – 
They have really portrayed
me as; ‘a leeching little
muppet!’ 
I shall pull some strings – 
and slag of the UKIP team,
I am the new PM – or, is
it a nasty dream?

I will now march to 10 
Downing Street – and smile
at the gaping media;  
‘These parasites are an entity -   
they can cause a lot more
hysteria!’  
But meeting her majesty – 
is really a boring chore;
‘I really can’t be bothered – 
she’s such a bloody bore!’ 

I now have five more years – 
to inflict yet more pain – 
Even if you don’t agree – 
your objections are in vain.
We didn’t want the SNP – 
and that odious Nicola
Sturgeon – 
Nor those Lib Dem MP’ 
losers – they aren’t even
worth a mention.

I’ve got the golden ticket – 
but I still feel like a plonker;
‘Why do I get the impression - 
that I feel like a little Wonker!!!!’
I am now moving in – to my
cosy little house – 
But the prospects of being
Prime Minister – I feel just
like a louse!

Now I am in power – I’ll
bleed the country dry,
All those folk who hate
me – remove me – you
can try!
I am a luck fella – but my 
wife is so stressed out – 
“David Cameron as PM –
of that - there’s lots of
doubt!”  

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015


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Overarching Genocide

Overarching Genocide

Noah built the wooden Ark in his homeland instructed by God
to save his wife three sons and their wives from drowning a life 
raft rescue boat of sorts with three decks and only one door and
two of each kind of animal species for rebuilding a habitat once the
floods had receded once the deluge had clearly stated its purpose

Lots of carpentry was involved and grafting and crafting carving out 
new beginnings no coincidence maybe that Jesus became a carpenter 
much later when he lived the Ark of the Covenant two tables of stone
commanding ten simple rules given to Moses telling us even today what 
to do and what not to especially not to kill come hell and high water

Noah and his folks were olden day refugees displaced involuntary
migrants with only one choice to live or to perish make the best of
the threats vagaries of existence the dire message facing extinction
They were given the task to start again from scratch on a fresh even 
footing to create new foundations not built on water not on quick sand

When the waters vanished the dust had settled and the door opened
wide the Ark is said to have balanced on the Mountain of Ararat or
maybe Mount Judi in South Eastern Anatolia close to nowadays’ Sirnak
a gruelling hot spot of guns and grenades tanks and fanatical killing with 
flash floods of blood commandments forgotten only a trickle of kindness

God’s message was meant to last with Christians Jews and Muslims all
telling the story of the flood Tsunami quaking of earth trembling in awe 
taking history and metaphor constitution of rights and of duties from
one place to the next from Ararat in the Armenian genocidal Highlands 
to Yerevan Auschwitz Phnom Penh Mosul Sarajewo Kigali and Allepo

God might say ‘told you so but you would not listen’ and so we are 
carrying on in our own wayward capricious intolerable disobedience
until we are swept away killing others in cold blood and also ourselves
when climate change melting ice carbon in ozone flood low lands
and self-righteous high grounds when God wants to save all of the lot

Could we not heed the call the signs on the tables life liberty and pursuit
of happiness ‘egalite liberte fraternite’ and apply those principles to 
all women children and men many of which are enslaved in hunger
instead loose houses arms legs and dignity and a simple place to be
safe and secure tend to their gardens and families and pray to the God

Who is kind loving and compassionate but instead a deluded torrent of fight 
and flight drives humans to give up the ghost or flee for their naked skin on
their impoverished backs in long death marches from Sirnak shelled and
not sheltered by descendants of Noah in dinghies over the seas to Greece 
Italy Malta and onwards to a filthy rich Europe that does not contain them

‘It was not me’ who stood by when Ottomans killed Armenian Christians
when Jews Slavs Sinti and Roma were gassed in genocidal crematoria
when Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge assembled mountains of torture and skulls
when Saddam Hussein applied chemical warfare and ethnic cleansing
when Sarajewo was besieged from the hills by Bosnian and Serbian Serbs

When Tutsis were murdered by Hutus in a rage of mindless systematic rape 
slaughter mutilation and covered in banana leaves to avoid being spotted 
by aerial photography supplied by a fig leaf of conscience draped by a world 
refusing to listen to acknowledge chose instead to ignore cast a blind eye 
Today it is Syria but let us not forget Yemen Sudan Somalia and the Congo

And ‘it was not me I am merely an innocent bystander’ covered in blood 
smirched and discredited disgraced and yet responsible at least by proxy
But who was and is it then failing to act in deed not only in words surely
it is neither Noah who shouldered the oceans who fled and took refuge
nor is it God who’s to blame ‘it is me after all’ who should build Noah’s Ark

Finalised on 27th August 2016 

Contest: Take That Dagger From My Heart Please II

First entered into contest 'Noah's Arc














Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016


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Arthurs Moon

Fell out of a limousine
Drunk out of mind
Spoiled
Filthy rich
Child
In time


He loved
All his toys
Then a woman
Showed him other joys
Sweet, just close your eyes

On champagne dreams
Wearing butlers shined black laced shoes
Away they went
From here to the moon
In love, their passion heaven sent

Taking the train ride  of ones life
Bubble baths, there is no more strife
Pleasures surround you everywhere
Magical is the feeling of loves truthful desires
Falling in, like two young doves

New York City bombed
Devastation lingers in the air
No more love stories
Only dead widows and widowers
As infants tears fall on rainy graves
Now I, Arthur
Alone
Cringe
Staring out my window


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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The Archer From Locksley

Wasn't Robin Hood born with noble blood,
what made him betray royalty?
He had a grudge against Prince John!
As a bodyguard, he was loyal 
to King Richard, but despised
the greedy and unfair Sheriff.

According to English folklore:
he was an outlaw, a skilled archer,
he became a legend in his own town. 
I doubt if any Englishman of the era,
would remember him as their own
if he hadn't been the selfless one,
taking everything from the filthy rich,
who daily engaged in a-eat-drink-binge,
he gave all back to the starving poor. 

Had he not taken their side and avenged,
the peasants would have felt anger
and fought against him and his King. 
Now, see Robin Hood in a different light:
lacking humor, grit and self-confidence,
not feeling compassion for the lowly
who cultivated farms and provided swine,
bread and wine for those royal tables.

He could have threatened them with vile words,
" Give me all your grains, vegetables and fruits;
your fowls, your chickens and pigs for my banquet! "
Load them on my wagon, don't hesitate and refuse:
my arrows don't miss targets, save your lives! "   
And with intimidation they would appease him.

But Mariam would rise from her grave protesting,
" My husband isn't a villain as you describe him,
he saved my king and my father and tried to save me
from Guy of Gisbournue! Hail to him who revenged 
many injustices in favor of the ones who trembled
at clanking swords! Hail to him who reunited England! " 
       


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016


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Cloud 7

1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.

2. My my what a big piece of the pie!
Pension raiders anonymous.
We live to carry secrets,
yearning to fill this need.
Profit devotees
live a life of
penniless
loveless
fear.

3. I mean honest to God, what's the point?
We're all gonna die...why bother?
I may as well just sit here
wallowing in despair,
a quiet, lonely,
unproductive
slacker. A
loveless
fear.

4. You want the goods? I'll give you the goods!
Come here baby and say hello.
How easy is it to come
to life, awe inspiring
mother to us all
prostituting
shame, guilt, and
loveless
fear.

5. Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall.
Am I pretty enough to be
a beauty queen? Parade me
around in fancy cars.
I must protect my
reputation
hinged on a
loveless
fear.

6. Grass is greener on the other side.
Why wouldn't it be? These neighbors
are so filthy rich with their
hundred thousand dollar
landscaping jobs and
mansions built on
envious
loveless
fear.

7. In the end there was always hatred,
deeply seated, mindless, blind rage.
Searching for a suitable
target. Lies built on lies.
Ready to explode:
unforgiving,
merciless,
loveless
fear.


By all means, you sinless wretch
Go ahead, live on cloud nine!
But I can't share in your euphoric state of ecstasy...
I just don't feel that way about myself
never have
never will





*dedicated to Kevin Spacey and his love of all things sinful.


Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009


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Ghosts of Buzzard's Breath

© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, by wagon, train or foot.
Days not all that long ago, in tall ships made of wood.

“A gold rush struck in ’49, all quite by accident.
A burning fever that cut men to bone, in a sea of dingy tents.
Day and night, they toiled and told, many headed home without a cent.
But some packed out bags of glistening gold, and made a stop at Buzzard’s Breath.

The town’s mud logged street, deep with horse manure, bubbled like a shallow grave.
With a Sheriff’s office, a livery stable, and a church for souls to save.
And a fancy house, on a grassy knoll – sign read, “Madam Lil la Tart”.
With soft, curvaceous ladies who mined for hearts – and gold of a different sort.

Didn’t take long before easy gold, was extremely hard to find.
And burly miners, tough as steel, moved in to hard rock mine.
With bloodied knuckles, dented hats, they blasted at a furious pace.
To find the gold, called the mother lode, yellow blood coursing through their veins!

The mine they worked was called “Long Shot”, the men thought that name a curse.
But the miners hankered for the handle, “Buzzard’s Breath”, and the mine’s name was reversed.
As luck would say, they held a royal flush, when they hit that horse-wide vein.
Of the purest gold, yet to be found, this side of the Pearly Gates.

Eyes wide as saucers, they were all in awe, everyone was filthy rich.
The miners should have all retired and should have cashed in all their chips.
But a man’s hard to figure, when his blood is yellow, and he’s stricken with a gold fever.
“Eureka! boys, git the dynamite and a whole lot more mining timbers!”

They mined that vein to the bowels of the earth, and the heat increased by day.
Buzzard’s Breath became the hottest place, to Hell – the shortest way.
And then one day, the men never came back. – Hell must have jumped that claim.
Of the purest gold, yet to be found – that’s where the Devil mines today!”

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, died a slow and quiet death.
Along with days of tall wooden ships, and the ghosts of Buzzard’s Breath.


Copyright © Jim Sularz | Year Posted 2016


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How To Get Rich From Gambling

How To Get Rich From Gambling

By Elton Camp

Probabilities is what gambling is all about
With enough trials, probability will work out
Though gambling will put most in the ditch,
There also is a way from it to get filthy rich

Chances stay the same for each random event
Ignore that and wonder where your money went
This, the gambler’s mind may almost derange 
It’s not true that “My luck is bound to change.”

If you flip a coin & get heads 100 times in a row
The probability for tails is still one-half, though
It is a very foolish and dangerous logical slip
To think as if the coin has some memory chip

A certain slot machine hasn’t paid off for a year
Should you rush to use it if that fact you hear?
No matter what some people will insist to say
The odds are no better than on the first day

So for getting rich these facts don’t bode too well
But how wealth can be achieved I will now tell
If you want to keep your financial matters straight,
Then it’s the gambling house you must operate

It’s true that gamblers may make an occasional win,
But nearly all will just lose it back to the house again
So if, of the casino, you are the wealthy owner
Only then will your money not soon be a goner



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011


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The Boys Don't Get Prettier At Closing Time

You're not going to see my 
picture 
on the cover of a magazine
And as far as worldwide travel 
goes 
here's the only place I've been. 

Now I'm not looking for an oil 
man, 
investment banker or movie 
star
But I'll be damned if I'm willing 
to play 
the part at a 2:00 am closing 
bar. 

Girls talk just like boys talk 
and we know all your corny 
lines
About going ugly early and 
getting prettier at closing time

We watch you step up to the 
plate 
And then swing at every pitch
Tell us what you think we want 
to hear
Pretend that you're filthy rich. 

A word to the wise to all those 
guys
Who still play this silly game
Being male does not exclude 
you
From the morning walk of 
shame. 


Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014


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Bait and Switch


The devil done put a new face
on an old sales technique
It's brash, it's bold
It's tricky sweet
But it tastes sour, this maggot treat
He swapped the fresh for the spoiled meat
Had to bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
This new source of energy lies
beneath methane colored skies
Smells kinda putrefied,
smells like somebody died
Fracked up those new found lies
Alternative facts is the new dung
polluting the skies
But you still gotta sell it to the people
as sweet-smelling pecan pies
You gotta know how to 
bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
Turning truth into lies
requires filthy lucre ... this has always been understood
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Spoiler alert: this truth-teller is gonna snitch
Those alternative facts being piped into your homes
is gonna make somebody filthy rich
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Give 'em the old landfill reservation trick;
so when you enter your latrine, you better watch where you sit
Check the fine print on the sales agreement,
you'll find you bought yourself a pile of excrement


Historical footnote: The Australian government removed Aborigines, the first natives, from their ancestral lands that was rich w/natural resources such as gold, silver and oil. They placed them in Central Australia on barren ground reservations atop toxic landfills. The American government did similar treatment to Native Americans.


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017


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To the Go

To the Go

To persuade or control, the primary role, why sell your soul to reach a goal, you digging a bigger hole, that’s not how it goes

We must preserve the souls, reverse the roles, balance the poles, and study what grows cause energy goes where attention flows

To destroy or rebuild? What’s the reasons you kill? You would say that you REAL But ni**a you frail, and I could bet you a bill or I could bet you a meal	
Check the deal

Robbery, persons, places, and things
We’re all of Royalty, so why you robbing the kings?

I didn’t hire you fire you mis-educate you or lie to you
I think we both know who did that, see you just scared to react
(Cause) when the slave catcher comes to put you in chains and lock you away 
you don’t bust ya gun
YOU JUST RUN

When he comes to split the family, like auction ya children off
You just let him, and claim it’s the law such a coward, so cowardly so
They leave ya hood filthy rich, suit and tie and you just let them go
You Know What Your Problem Is and Let It Be Clear, It’s FEAR 


Copyright © Shujaa Sinless | Year Posted 2015


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The choices we make

Guess what? Another true story, 
About a beautiful dame called Corrie.
Her allurement enraptured all men folk,
I did say this was a true story and not a joke?

Her tight dress and peachy ass, men would cry and plea,
Even blind Jim stopped, pulled down his glasses, willing himself to see.
When she walked the clock would stop to hear the tick tock of her heels,
Believe me this woman was dripping with sex appeal.

Every morning Corrie went into town to get her sick father’s pills,
She knew when she got them; one of the men would offer to pay the bills.
Now there was an evil merchant filthy rich had lent her father money,
It was time for him to pay up or he would take this honey (the daughter).

But to be a sport he conjured up a devious deal,
When he proposed the deal, it made her father feel more ill.
The merchant said “I have a bag and will put two stones in it.”
One white, the other black and here is the deal if you may permit?

“If your beautiful daughter picks the white stone,”
“You debt will be cancelled and you can take her home.”
“If it’s the black, I will cancel what you owe me,”
“But your daughter will be my bride you see.”

The ill father protested at first then gave in,
As they stood in town her father begged her to win.
Now while every man was looking at the divine girl,
She, the only one saw the merchant place two black stones, and so the bag he did fill.

She shook with horror as she picked a stone, thinking as she frowned
Then suddenly dropped the stone on the ground
The merchant raged “Now how are we to know which stone you took out?”
“Look in the bag and the one left will tell you what I chose” she did shout.

Everyone focused on the bag to see if she’d wed him or not,
The black one his hand reaches in and got.
Her father’s eyes lit up and he screamed with delight
His debt cancelled and she wouldn’t marry this merchant two foot in height.

She remains the tester of men’s hearts today,
They are mesmerised by her ass and they way she make it sway. 

*Lateral thinking E. Bono*


Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010


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Beer Money, Wine Taste

If you could read my mind you'd know that I'd never talk
And if I could stretch a mile you'd know that I'd never walk
But I've got to get up to go to work to my nine to five
To keep the pace in this rat race I have to survive
But this minimum wage pay will never help me out Lord
So I need more cause I want more than I can afford

(Channel)
Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes
With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo

I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face
Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait
But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste
Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste
So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace
With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste         (Chorus)

But my money and my patience's short, the line is long 
And when things start looking right in life what's left is wrong
I need extra strength this and I need fast relief that
Someone call western union hurry cause I need some cash
To pay my debts and all my bills, I'm planning to buy a lot
Because I'm always wanting something that I just don't got

(Channel)
Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes
With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo

I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face
Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait
But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste
Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste
So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace
With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste         (Chorus)


(Bridge)
I need designer hats and jeans,
A limousine on the scene
To keep up with the Jones;
I need some precious stones.
I want to be in the spotlight
In restaurants day and night
With the means to these ends nonstop;
I wanna be filthy rich so I can shop.

(Chorus)


Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006


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REST HAVEN

REST HAVEN

Halloween Nght    on a dare
With strange music in the air
I seek out a single tomb
Oh    ghastly is the full moon

Old Cyrus Jones lay buried
Filthy rich    never married
Had no one close    no doting kin
Couldn’t stand the likes of him

Twas said he killed his own dad
Only friend he ever had
Gold was the evil reason
Old age    the killing season

Hark!   Atop that distant pile
A fiddler stands to play a while
Bowing strong    in minor key
Witch-Goblin jamboree

Old Cyrus played    so they say
Seldom stopped neither night nor day
Drove all his neighbors half-mad
When he died they    most    were glad

But now    it seems    he’s risen
Shot up from that dark prison
The shroud he wears     fraught with gore
Inner    only bones in store

Summoning a ghostly hoard
Those cast out by our dear Lord
They dance    they prance    rattle bones
Here am I    so far from home

My fervent prayers do no good
Music    foul    within my blood
Dance I must    lost I am 
Joined in revel with the damned

See the sight on All Souls Night
Cold moon streaming full and bright
Wolves have come to howl OWooooooooo!
Hitler    Stalin    Satan too!




Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010


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Filthy Rich

Filthy Rich
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Bacon wrapped, filet minion
Beurre Blanc , or Sabayon
caviar so delicate
on your tongue, you wont forget.

Crystal and golden spoons
don't forget the tea at noon
for your name, an abbreviation
don't forget the reservation.

A brand new car in the drive
my own pool, in which I dive
all new clothes, every stitch
how satisfying, to be rich.

(I however am not rich lol)  5/21/14-Jessica Thompson


Copyright © Jessica Thompson | Year Posted 2014


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Filthy rich

Filthy rich Filthy rich now control the poor, Howards contracts will hurt 4 sure, Government cleaners by the contract blest, $200 less in their poor pay packets, Per week im telling you, Pick on the poor these scum will too, A greed of hogs attack, Morality died in days of old, Todays scumbags would sell your soul, No decency, in fact, the greed 4 bloody gold? Don Johnson


Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2014


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Grinning Like a Possum

Grinning Like a Possum

By Elton Camp

The president seems to be well pleased
At the last second, victory he seized

The filthy rich will fork over more
The middle class about as before

His enemies blocked him at every turn
So this tax struggle was hard to earn

The wealthy may well fume and cuss
But there’s fewer of them than of us

Four hundred thousand is quite enough
Even paying more, it shouldn’t be tough

Perhaps they might even economize
Swap the Rolls Royce for a smaller size

So their depleted funds are better spent
With only a single mansion be content

They can still have plenty of fun
Lying about, enjoying Grey Poupon 

And, according to what I see & hear,
The prez is grinning from ear-to-ear



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2013


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All monsters are human

Everyone warns you of the darkness.
But no one tells you whats in there.
Have you seen the monster in the closet or under the bed?
That's me.
I am the darkness.
I am the monster hiding waiting for you.
Truth is I'm human,
I'm just like you.
I just think different.
Look around the darkness is all around us.
Whether  it's the filthy rich person,
the family that's barely making it,
We're all monsters.
Sucked into the darkness


Copyright © Janelle Dias | Year Posted 2015


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Endowments

How, oh how, can some endow
A building wing? Well, holy cow!
So many millions must impress
All comers, thanks to their largess.

Such lavish generosity
Is well beyond the scope of me,
For sums like that I won’t pretend
Are numbers I can comprehend.

Yet so much more than any bank
These benefactors we should thank,
For their donations help us out
And that’s what giving’s all about.

Of course, they get some tax deducted
When their building wing’s constructed.
Plus, they get their just acclaim
When on the walls, we view their name.

Endowments, though, will hardly drain
The cash their bank accounts contain.
It must be nice to scratch that itch
And give, but still be filthy rich!


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2015


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012


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Barbie On the Dating Site

Barbie On the Dating Site

By Elton Camp

“Hello, guys, here’s my picture for you to see.
You will note, I’m slim and as cute as can be.”

“If it’s that I have no money you are supposin’
I’m actually filthy rich from as a model posin’

“I have the most beautiful long, blonde hair
And my complexion is pleasing and very fair.”

“I, at one time, was in a long-term relationship,
But to another doll my handsome Ken did slip.”

The picture Barbie posts is how she used to appear
Since it was made, there has passed many a year

But maybe the man she meets won’t be troubled
To find that cute Barbie’s size has nearly doubled



Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2012


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Atonement of a Joker

 
A cursory flicker in the inky night, lights up my past transgressions, shows up my base shallowness, illuminates my hard heart towards my fellow men. That was what I was taught, that to succeed you must be tough. So now mammon has repaid me, with overflowing coffers and large estates. Yet riches bring hate too.
My father died violently, However, before he left this evil world, he taught me how to cheat, Especially at gambling. My mother had her personal advice. Cheating will lead to disaster, But if I must cheat, remember, Never gamble in the same district. If necessary, change places, even towns. Thus, I began my infamous career, money began to come in, slowly at first. But then with each win, it grew and my bank account grew fat. Until I bought a casino. And then I was rich. Filthy rich. What need have I for more now? I stand on the hillock as night deepens and realize my heart is dark as well. I live alone, though many came and many went, all blood suckers. I, a fool, allow them freedom. For they work hard just to see my riches amounting to even more. Then vicious and ruthless gangs wanted my money. It was carefully hid, and mostly invested in land. But I had to give up my casino and sold it to them at a cheap price. Strange I was relieved. My conscience pricked me a bit more. Thus, I realize how damned my soul is. Illusion reflects my obscure destiny. Oh if I only have the will to give it all away. But a serpent called greed has taken hold of me, and I cannot save my soul. The wane moon comes up stealthily from the far away horizon and illuminates the vast vista below. Do I imagine shadows hiding in dark bushes? Do I hear soft cries beckoning me to repent? I look around at all I possessed. A large tract of land that could be built. What can I do with it? Have I not enough trouble? Stars dimly light the sky and seem to smile back. A thought: why not build it for the poor? I laugh. ‘Twill be a bold step. I make up my mind. Wonder what the blood suckers will say? Placed 2 22 November 2017 I Started A Joke - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Maria Williams


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017


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I COULD BE RICH

"I Could Be Rich"
 By: Andrew Stroud

 Life is full of challenges, 
 And struggles along the way, 
 some days are filled with sunshine, 
 while others are cold and gray....

 I happen to live in both at once,
 The best and the worst,
 Because while I have the best friends I could ask for,
 My love life is forever cursed.

 Women say they hate "players",
 So I stay loyal and do not cheat,
 But then they still break up with me,
 Because they say that I'm too sweet.

 But isn't that what women complain about, 
 that they can't find one good guy?
 And they still go back to the jerks, 
 while the good guys wonder why.

 All of this confuses me, 
 but one thing is very clear, 
 I could be filthy rich, 
 if I could make losing women my career.


Copyright © ANDREW STROUD | Year Posted 2014