Best Hundred Dollar Bill Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what we saw dreamt of as part of our lives in...

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Don't let yourself be fooled Mexico is not a poor country
Not just tortilla and bean, or a old Mexican man on a burro
But very rich nation, gold, silver, copper and oil galore
And the poor people are anything but free
Bit they are always ready to take...

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Jefferson Randolph 'Soapy' Smith was the wiliest scoundrel in the west!
He was invited to leave numerous towns since he wasn't a welcome guest!
He swindled gullible dudes throughout the west endin' up in Colorado,
Where he earned the sobriquet 'Soapy' and where he found his El Dorado!

He'd...

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PREACHER

the preacher explains
as he travels tracks on his palm
he is on god’s path
helter-skelter tracks indeed!
the midnight express toots warning

reverend smith
with his superior air
mounts the podium
from the loft i can see
through the tear     his underwear

after sunday service
a hundred dollar bill in the...

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If Washington came back to life
I wonder how he’d feel
To be pictured on a quarter
And a dollar bill – surreal!

Abe Lincoln, too, would bust a gut
If he became alive,
To see his visage plastered
On a penny and a five.

And Alexander Hamilton,
If he could live again,
Would love...

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A crush I think not.
Lust me all you want.

One Sunday morning, I got a phone call.
the Kidster parent were going out as I recall.
A babysitter was in need . 
I said no, but they started to beg.
 Okay! I will be there at eight.
Instead I...

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Women who drink and sex 

It was in Livorno and it was a cold January night when I met her
in a bar- where else does one meet women, in the salvation army?
What she was doing in Livorno beats me as she was an American 
woman...

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It was a good morning until…
I lost a hundred-dollar bill.
I cried “Oh no!
Why is this so?”

It was a good morning until…
the mail brought a bill for a mil.
My tears did flow.
I cried with woe.

It was a good morning until…
I wrote a bad check for the...

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Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born

That Christmas morn, sun was still hiding so low
 yet Queenie had just put on a beautiful show.
For little puppies we kids had all quietly prayed
And mother dog had given, each beautifully made.
 
Six little furry bundles soon appeared in...

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Danny was a smart fellow,
he always seemed mellow...
some thought he was gay
and became an easy prey.   

Danny spoke with an accent
very distinctive to an extent;
even the wealthy derided him,
and one of them was Mr. Skim.  

" Bastards!" He yelled with much rage,
"...

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It's a guy who grew up with good morals
People with the purest of souls
Raised to excel and exceed
Born to treat
Attentive and sensitive

They spent minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years
Time without boundaries
Listening to the problems and fears
Of the males but especially the females near
'cause those girls...

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Ur car should be burning it
It's Top of the line when referring to my whisk(e)y
Regular, average, standard means the opposite
It's like a hundred dollar bill not a fifty
An A+ on the Final Test
Writing for the few
Show them who is the best
Anything less than Premium will...

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You were much more than a man with a kite and a key.
By being a founding father of a new country,
your signature can be seen on some great documents.
Helping with the Declaration of independence,
in our history, you made an auspicious presence.
Your many accomplishments can be...

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Many people have seen him 
But no one knows his name 
That easy-walking white haired man 
Whose made his claim to fame 

One day in a casino 
He wagered up a bet 
And put a hundred dollar bill 
On seven in roulette 

He won on...

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Your great collection of vinyl.
It is your own attire.
Room's painted with acryl.
It is my suppressed ire.

Your gave me yet another drill
By the electric fire.
In hopes to develop a skill
Of plausible liar.

Your dear place has far too much frill, 
Outside there is barbed wire.
You like the...

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