Best Foot The Bill Poems
The most troubling moment
Is when we see our selves clear
We must salvage and own it
We must battle the fear
Flaws come in sight
Jaws of the night
They are even more clear
When you turn on the light
They won’t disappear
Like our childhood fears
Irrational terrors
From our younger years
Very much real
Unyielding steel
Once discovered
We foot the bill
You’ll never rewind
You’re no longer blind
You’ve let lose, the demons
Who live in your mind
Unquotable quotes – IX
You cannot have your cake and eat it, but you can have
your meat and beat it.
Sow your wild oats on a sow and your tame oats on a
milch cow, and reap what you sow.
See not evil, speak not evil but fiddle evil.
Silence is olden.
Blood is thicker than 70% of the body.
If you eat your fill, who will foot the bill ?
Since l’habille ne fait pas le moine, what if the monk
goes about in his birthday suit ?
Money makes Bunnies look funny.
When a white-collared worker marries a blue-collared
worker, they invariably produce a red-collared
sucker.
The only impermanent resident is the President.
It is only raining cats, not dogs.
We are just kissing cousins in the parloir but not in the
boudoir.
Wake not a man asleep and tell him his wife has given
him the slip.
Snakes and Ladders : To skid and fall is a blessing compared to climbing a ladder and falling from a height and being hit on the head by the falling ladder while the snake is waiting and hissing…
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
In my eyes, a Mother begins nurturing you before you're even born.
Most times she does this with happiness - no time to be forlorn.
She trades in her slender figure - loving you above all else from the very start.
The beginning of her sacrifices - you're in the center of her heart!
A Mother holds you close and tells you that everything will be all right.
Standing beside you when battles you have to fight.
Teaching you the lessons you'll need to help you survive in life.
Through your educational years and her own experiences - helping you avoid strife.
She'll be there for you when no one else will.
And when finances threaten you - she'll often foot the bill.
She'll be there through all your illnesses with gentleness and love.
To see you on your feet again makes her heart soar live a dove.
She'll be there for you - your occupation help decide.
Life can be a rollercoaster and she's definitely along for the ride!
She'll help you plan your wedding - down to the last detail.
You and your beloved - life's seas you now will sail.
There's no tougher job than being a Mother - so many hats she has to wear
Everything you go through - she also has to bare.
Celebrate your Mother - go through life hand in hand.
For one day you may be without her - gather many precious and happy memories - the sadness to withstand.
To all the Mothers out there - animal Mothers too - Have a very Special Mother's Day!!!
You know she missed her period and she missed graduation,
And she missed those wedding bells.
And her daddy’s shot-gun missed the boy next door—
Where he’s gone nobody can tell.
It’s a simple operation—her sister recommends it—
Her daddy’s going to foot the bill,
It’s the All-American Ladies Choice…
It’s a legalized license to kill.
God help me Jesus, forgive what we’ve done,
Did we murder a daughter, or a rambunctious bouncing son?
God help me, Jesus, please hear my voice—
Forgive me…for making the All-American Ladies’ Choice!
The weary old world takes a couple rotations
And she marries someone new,
But every year ‘round Mothers’ Day,
She’s unaccountably blue.
Ten years later in a ‘Frisco apartment
A cowboy tunes his guitar….
He’s been educated in the Land of the Free
That your songs reveal who you are.
He sings, God help me Jesus, forgive what we’ve done,
Did we murder a daughter, or annihilate a rambunctious, bouncing son?
God help me, Jesus, please hear my voice…
Forgive me…for helping her make the All-American Ladies’ Choice.
I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor
I am stuffed up to my gills,
Stomach sated fully filled
Plates licked clean, my palate's dream-
Do you mind to pay the bill?
*Let me ask y'all something: would the last line be better if it read "Would you mind to foot the bill"? Someone let me know! ;)
The eyes of the world shall soon fall on britain
Pants of politicians and military men must be shitting
That's what happens when you spend 300+ years
Stealing from the rest of the world, selling imaginary fears
The most expensive advertising campaign will soon commence
Better evict the 99% from their tents
To turn london into a warzone
The entire duration the olym-pricks are thrown
£11 Billion could be much better spent
Feeding the homeless and paying their rent
british taxpayers, who foot the bill
So much corporate corruption, it makes me ill
These games, they generate so much money
Will the everyday british public benefit? Don't be funny!!!
The evil corporations who keep that cash
Could be better used to give VAT a slash
Or that temporary measure of income tax?
A thousand ways to cheat us for the fat cats
The harmful and deceitful greed that ruins this world
as the 1% raise their finger, on which they want us to twirl!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Strap ya helmet on and while you at it pass the keys,
we'll ride and eat on words for dinner, homie pass
the peas,
I don't do this on purpose, it's the way things have to
be, I'll smack these kids without a daddy, little
b@st@rds please.
Expand your mind a bit and you can comprehend the
flow, there's no amor for garden tools cause we
don't love them h03s,
let William foot the Bill that Matt can wipe his feet on
quick, my homie Rich concurs the other Richard's
just a D1ck.
These words can read like any book, don't be afraid
to look, goodfellas root for guys in movies living life
like shnooks,
you'll never freeze in coal that people use to feed the
heat, I spank on my filet mignon therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make a pizza out of $100 notes, cause
all you need is sauce and cheese with lots of
flattened dough,
your car breaks down in traffic? Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and while you wait get stoned with
lots of dro that rock ya dome.
They call me Mr. Heinz cause you're in back and
can't catch up, you'll get the FICA treatment when I
tax you thas whasup,
and that's no homosexual, I'm happy cause I'm gay,
my pounds are like my methods so it's 2-8-0 my
weigh.
I hope y'all get the message how it's 'sposed to
come across, I clean my teeth with dollars so indeed
ya homie floss,
the doctor wants to rush and send the people to their
day, I guess it's safe to say he has no patience
either way.
My wordplay is a blessing like the other side of sin,
when makin love it's guaranteed I will arrive again,
so come and join the sideshow 'cept the magic isn't
blue, I wear my t-shirts circle necked when rollin with
my crew.
To read is fundamental but to not is dumb as h31l,
some people love stupidity, I wish those people well,
my word'll slide inside the spot and keep the tunnel
hot, it's verbal intercourse vernacully I touch the spot.
Some where between the men and the mouse
I thought we had figured all this out
Maybe I could have saved myself from this pain
But maybe again I would have done it all the same
Somehow I lost you over that hill
While your off living I had to foot the bill
Waiting around just to hear a thing from you
Your living life and acting a the fool
Where it does it end? When do I close off my heart
Living life together while you push me in the dark
I had to ask just to hear word you say
I think it's time for us to call it a day
I've never had a one-night stand,
with me it always was the family plan;
I thought I found Mr. Right
seems I only saw him with blind eyes.
Faithful till the day I die
Yet he has a wandering eye
Pay for things he never does
Wonder why I bear a grudge
Craigslist is his favorite repast
He is forever chasing *Bass
See this, yes, I know he will
Yet I still foot the bill
Why does it seem all men lie
I just want to lie down and die
No Homer Simpson you would meet
if you wanted to be with me
Sometimes nymph no s**t or *Bore
Why would he be seeking more?
Promises broke he loves no one
Wonder why I have no fun
Rules he makes but does not follow
This seemingly makes him very shallow
Tell me now why this shouldn't end.
Why do you still pretend my friend?
Maybe I should follow your lead?
and see what reading Craigslist will seed
(100's of replies latter; amend and recast)
I am aghast I must amend
I have no thoughts of revenge
This ditty may become the final straw
Defeated and broke he'll tell to all
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
Surprise goose, gander is making a stand here
What prompted this one to speak
Deceit hypocrisy of which he reeked
I told you before I have been true
Can you say the same thing too?
My plight you see is not easy
I wish I was not so pretty
Lust is a game I do not trust
Most would say they like its rush
The seed is sown the rhyme will soon end
At start - this time see true my friend
(100's more reply; recast)
I find this awkward without a doubt
Last recourse for me to reach out
To the man, I hoped was true
Before I smiled now I'm blue
The man I thought was right for me
flips Jekyll and Hyde then Mr. Green Jeans
Stop searching for what you see on a screen
Reality differs you've broken my dreams
If you had only eyes just for me
Then this writing you never would read
Happiness found and then you would see
That you are the only man that I need
WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND IN NEED
Guess who is back
Re-writing historys slack
I keep to myself like the whiteman does to rap
Close your eyes and sleep
No longer are you the black sheep
Smile nice and wide like you won the California Lottery
For only then you will see
You had more friends than you need
As they pop a smile at you like chapagne bottles on new years eve
As you will now foot the bill
For your "new" friends now kill
To get to the prize like the clown from Oprah...oh yeah, Dr. Phil
That no talent junkie
Leaching off of Oprahs Emmy
Its safe to say that your nipple better be coated with honey
As they suck and leach off you true
Like the nazis did to the Jew
Except the end will only come when you stand tall and say f%ck you
Where were you when I was in the gutter
I called your name but you did shudder
So kiss my checkbook now my brother
When you want me to cut slack
To get your hopeless line of crack
Call Bobby and help him get Whitney back
And pay it forward like the white kid did to black
Only now you will see the light fade
As the world turns its back on your grade
As you cover your murder so slick, did you help OJ?
You lying piece of Saddam
May you die and rot in hell
While you go dont forget your paychecks in the mail
Dont forget to smile for the camera please
As I laugh while I sign a check for your deed
Please forgive me, for I hate you like a kid to a priest
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts
of your father ye will do. He was a murderer
from the beginning, and abode not in the truth,
because there is no truth in him. When he
speaketh a lie, he speaketh to his own: for he
is a liar, and the father of it
— John 8:44
They love hearing lies being told,
it pleases them to no end
Swimming in a raging river of crocodile cries,
they love seeing the truth bend
Snaking thru the crevice of a mountain
of deceit ... evil echo calls,
an avalanche of guile trickery
Lie
Steal
Kill
These devilish ways give them perverse sick thrills,
spiritual health on the decline everyday
Pain is the currency they love to pay ...
death come special delivery, can you foot the bill?
Laboring so to poison fruit the earth,
what manner of seeds
will the demon tree give birth?
Children of their father,
bearing a Satanic resemblance on you
Styx credit card your souls,
Papa Devil’s gon want his dowry due
Children of the living dead,
maggot words coming out of your lips
Prepare to lie in a brimstone bed,
close your eyes to a total soul eclipse
I revised a poem written
January twenty second
last year – two thousand twenty one
regarding gratitude for Medicare
Insurance to foot the bill
concerning ability to heal
courtesy immune system
undergoing toe till agency
or closest approximation thereof
impossible mission to undergo
one hundred percent protection
against contracting deadly illness,
viz latest epidemic impacting civilization.
Here at Highland Manor Apartments
Saturday January twenty third,
two thousand and twenty one,
I attest yours truly
received the first (of four)
inoculations to stave off
getting COVID-19,
thus mine poetic title
might not seem absurd.
Wednesday February third
and Friday October twenty second
same year as above
witnessed himself receiving
second and third injections respectively
to diminish vulnerability
contracting transmissible pathogen.
Today Wednesday April sixth
two thousand twenty two
poet of Perkiomen Valley
received the fourth
bringing him up to date
(or speed if you prefer druggist's lingo)
with Center for disease
control recommendations.
Aforementioned stance toward death
(meaning taking preventative measures
to live healthy existence)
obviously avoid Saturday night fever
regarding desire Stayin' Alive
and most oppressive
when mine mental, physical
and/or spiritual yours truly
takes a (swan) dive
analogous where bajillion bees
swarm from their hive.
Linkedin with well known poem by and by
penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry
expressed her relief
to surender release
and amazingly gracefully die
"Because I could not stop for Death,"
she aptly crafted verses to comply
reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting
cessation of existence well nigh
as does one garden variety generic goofy guy.
All natural catastrophes aside,
plus excluding thermonuclear war,
where civilization would get fried
nullifying idea viz,
let conscience be your guide,
nor no place to run and hide
left to grapple with dystopian quandary
Teddy Roosevelt carried a big stick
Walking softly 'till he had to move quick
He charged up San Juan Hill
Thinking, 'Who'll foot the bill?'
He made it into a Hollywood flick
What is the cost of freedom?
And who shall foot the bill?
The rich will ever be richer,
The poor will be poorer still.
Broken lives and broken dreams,
Brought on by others greed.
Broken vows and broken schemes,
Disregarding others needs.
Some driven by their lies,
But still the fact remains.
Put their plans to rest,
Or wake up bound by chains.
The time has come for all,
To take a common breath.
To share each other's life,
Or share each other's death.