Best Money Hungry Poems
~I don't need, In case you haven't heard~
I don't need to strip for no crown, unless you desire large breast
Casarah, there's no need to be deluded by money hungry psychics,
Reading leaves from a tea cup, a misguided fortune of bribes
Can't you see satin gold already streams through my veins
It's not about wanting it bad or how low I would go
I don't need to threaten you or order dominoes
Never would I clean or do your chores,
Rather, I bet you look good dressed as a French Maid
Cleaning and writing around the beauty of everything
Forget the honorable mention, I want first place
This is your week, blank out the pretenders, fakers and haters
They will never have your back once the contest close
As for me, you've been on my dinner plate, since day one
I don't need a grammar base pen, rhyme pattern to win
What I got is hotter, by far the best rates on everything
I don't need Jan to be my friend, Andrea, to address me with a hello
What I have is satisfaction and loyalty everywhere I go.
I got flaws hotter than the sun, strutting my stuff just for you
No need to scratch my back, what we need is a back massage for two
Calgon will give us the youth Greek Gods can't top in 60 seconds
Unwrap yourself from Broken vines, it's time you deal with--
a moon as gold as every word you ever poured from your pen
Let's enjoy the Groveling moon, together we can enslave and take control
You don't need a genie lamp, you are worth more than diamonds and pearls
Together we can toss that lamp back into the Silent of the shadows
Before, greed becomes a misery --- Casarah darling
I got to admit 1,000.000.000 dollars sounds decent
Too bad, Michael's check bounced before it had a chance
Together let's take these sweet little bribes and make the world of it
Flip the bird, burn down all abandon houses
Built another strong community, wait, something is amiss!
Someone owes a gambling debt, coming to you with casino chips
Casarah, I'm not trying to please your mind, or give voice to my bride
I don't NEED to give what you already earn in your honest way
What I want is to win, no attorney needed - I rest my case
Love the Poet Destroyer
A very human touch to a story
with some zip to it.
The media is a heartless leach
to the many unfortunate souls suffering,
amongst the filth and chaos of a city in peril.
War has reduced entire cities to rubble,
people are forced to flee for their lives
and yet, the news cameras focus their lenses
on its bullet-ridden facade for dramatic effect.
A money-hungry machine,
news stations suck every ounce of emotion from a story
without shame.
We expect them to inform us
of worldwide catastrophes and events,
and so, we encourage indiscriminate insensitive
photo-shoots of people’s pain.
It may be a sad addiction, and quite pathetic,
but it’s perfectly acceptable,
to exploit human suffering
in the name of news.
Coverage of childhood trauma, fear, or starvation,
all fall under the doctrine of clean hands.
Reporters inoculate hard hearts from reality’s truths
as homeless, hopeless faces,
cling to life, walking away
from everything they ever loved.
And recording their pain
while it’s still fresh and piercing,
is but an opportunity for the news to shore up falling ratings.
(Free Verse)
Uncontrolled lustful defiling, dirty and inciting
The profaning of holy sanctuary
Wolves amongst gentle lambs
The greedy and money hungry
The un-sharing and un-caring
Deceitful with, 10% truth and 90% untruths.
These are itching ear promoters, abusers and users.
If the money were gone, they would be gone also.
Living my life on the Dole*,
Because my Mum told me so,
Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!",
See, we're a family with pride,
Don't sell fries at super-size,
But where's the pride,
If I can't provide,
For my own style of life,
Spent my money from the *Brew,
On Irn-Bru**, I swear that’s true,
Dreary, damp & cold, This black hole, I call home,
Only 'joy' I get in life’s the 'stick' I use for X-BOX,
And I aint got a tumble dryer so I step with wet socks,
Work-shy, but money-hungry,
Flats cramp-sized & pretty ugly,
Arrogant guy,
Until I woke up and realised that no-one loves me.
Brain melts to slush, in this non-testing occasion,
‘Gain Work’ is a must, for a teenage Caucasian,
Nothing separating me,
From drug-addled Dads of three,
No payday,
Just giro day,
No jobs… great,
Keep trying mate,
No end in sight as unemployment rises,
Government gives you cash like they were handing out prizes,
Where’s my reason to go out & work? My motivation,
Its pleasing no-one now, this escalated situation,
Experience is something that you earn, not that you’re born with,
Inexperienced forever, if I don’t get employed quick,
I don't enjoy sitting on my broken couch for hours,
I'm your Friend with Benefits, can only wash with cold showers.
(*Common British phrases for Jobcentre or Jobseekers Allowance Benefit)
(**Famous Scottish soft drink mass produced around Britain)
Dear murderers,
With tears eroding the pimples of our cheeks
We write again to you heartbroken
In a joyful union we used to live together
With your sweet stories we felt secure
But why now? Why mother Africa
Your minds now corrupted
Hungry for money but no care for life
Our lives have no value to you?
That you switch it off to feed you pockets?
Is it a curse to be deprived of melanin?
What do you harvest from our weak bones?
Does our blood flow inside diamonds?
Darkness has befallen our families
No longer a sweet homeland to us
But a jungle full of hungry lions
But why now? Why mother Africa
How big is our crime that you can’t forgive?
How unforgivable, that you sentence us to death?
Where have you burred your merciful hearts?
Our necks are so heavy with the yoke
This burden is not a joke
With chains you have tied our happiness
Our freedom thrown to grave
To you we look upon
With your love we were born
Our bodies have no gold, but hollow bones
Save us God from these money hungry ritualists
Yours,
Innocent Albinos
Oh Delilah, i wonder what happened to you
But i know what you did..
You naughty girl
Oh Samson, so strong and handsome
So famous and feared
From a prostitute to a woman in the valley of Sorek
Am so sure you could have easily found a Godly woman to continue your name
But maybe you had little Samsons elsewhere
Everywhere, unknowns or secrets
Who knows
You never know
Oh Delilah so alluring
So determined
So money hungry
Materialistic woman playing her cards right
A beauty to Samson's eyes
A curse to Samson's powers
Samson, a story of God's strength
Samson, a story of God's forgiveness
For God hears our prayers no matter the weight of our sins
We just have to repent and ask
People label others "money hungry"
when they demand what they have worked
for, unsavory characters have a way of turning
earned salaries into an ugly metaphor,
Money Hungry is best described when one
has a penchant to consume dollar bills,
for nutritional values or thrills,
The rich can be misconstrued as being
money hungry, for each deal they conduct
it requires money deliveries,
They only do philanthropic work for free,
and they too still demand a salary,
Therefore, if one is not craving money
for dietary requirements, then to call
them "money hungry" is pure nonsense.
The ghost between V's thighs
What lies heavily on her minds? A three word phrase
I am beautiful!
Passion, strength and fire
they control by her inner thoughts
She relies on her beauty
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Quenching the thirst, silencing the groans
His move relies on her sexual craving
Hidden behind the dash board; a files of deception
Mind control and ghost control aren’t so hard to believe
Location and direction to an eye opener
A Money hungry woman
The sweet talker
The old grave digger stood on the hill
Plunges his shovel into the wet soil with anger
The unwanted Negative Visualization sore his mind
Who are they really? Those ghosts between her thighs
Black ashy lies..
Stuck in traffic, the impossible
stream, people stuck in cars
clawing at freedom, the
money-hungry American
Dream, arms and legs escape
out the window, reaching for
clouds and dust. Can't dig it.
DECEITFUL DEALINGS AND DEATH
Buying a big old mask for my face!!
I am fooling, you~ you know me far better, you need not a trace.
It's amazing people don't have a clue how to use them!
Not knowing this, could bring on a case of CoVid, who can blame them?
It's more than immoral to not tell people, the dangers.
But in these days, in our fear,now we trust money hungry strangers.
Each day more creative coverings are shown, as hawkers who see them,
To cashing in on fear, it's how they are thrown!
Worse are the freaks or friends who call 911!
Calling the police, like brownshirts, it's a thing that's done??
They haven't a clue that today, you just tested negative.
These self-proclaimed brown shirts, smiling with glee, as you are arrested.
Hiding in coomfy houses,like Techno-lost rats are we!
So we stay at home, some even afraid of bumble-bees.
Take care of yourself, please don't be a rat-fink calling the police?
Better call on neighborhood gang members who leave the young dead and fleeced.
July 4, 2020
11:50 pm PST
Edited
Got some Hamiltons, chasin' Benjamins
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
If you're 'bout money, join the team
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Doing everything B.I.G
Murder competition, killing spree
Take over the game, strong arm
Robbery, sound the alarm
My turn to reign, it won't cease
Running things, but I ain't a sprinter
I'm eatin', belly of the beast
Got more paper, than a printer
I got dough, I make cake
Interfere, raise the heat, let you bake
Cream, forget 'bout other religions
I got bread, stay feeding my pigeons
Call the team Birds, 'cause we all fly
Tell by the clothes, it ain't a lie
Money hungry, grab a plate, feed the team
I'm brilliant, got a lil' money scheme
She's Flossy,
Champagne Taste With Beer Money,
She's Bossy,
Takes What She Wants,
All You Have Sonny,
Hold Your Peace,
And Let The Lord Fight It,
Because In Heaven,
Bling,
Don't Mean A Thing,
Honey.
Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe
Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all light up
at the sight of these delectable treats, they had
many different favourites like licorice and sherbet
that would melt in their mouth, mint rock, barley
sugar sticks, lollipops, humbugs, gobstoppers as
well as the famous hand made chocolates and
toffees and many more delicacies, the children
would drive their parents crazy until they got
their bag of sweets, in the end the parents had
to give in to their whims and they also bought
some for themselves to eat while relaxing at home.
We go back to the present and sweets are still on
display at the local supermarket, the nostalgia
has been replaced by commercial trading, turning
over huge profits for corporate business giants.
The good old days will never return as this is the
modern world of today's money hungry executives.
Written: 11th July 2013
Green grass,
Blue skies
Sick people,
Sad goodbyes
Dark days,
Empty nights
People dying,
Violent fights
Frightened kids,
Scared moms
Divorced parents,
Lost bonds
Starving children,
Bloodthirsty thugs
Innocent victims,
Kid's with drug's
Devil worshippers,
Constant crime
Shot of a gun,
Nothing is fine
Confused youth,
Careless adults
Child abuse,
Countless faults
Selling drugs,
Peer pressure
Spreading aids,
Prostitute pleasure
Daily abduction,
Victims of rape
So much pain,
Few ever escape
Turning to suicide,
Ending a life
Psycho path killers,
Blade of a knife
Agony of loss,
A broken heart
Painful love,
Being ripped apart
Homeless people,
The joy of hurting
A love child,
So many uncertain
Pregnant teens,
Unstoppable s.t.d.'s.
Ashamed heritage,
Dangerous obsessions
Opinionated critics,
Unwanted suggestions
Killing family,
Betraying friends
As today begins,
Yesterday ends
Hopeless tomorrow,
Doubtful future
Destroying the mind,
Sickening humor
Never--ending sickness,
Too much disease
Does it ever stop?
Someone tell me please
Animal torture,
A newborns cry
Abandoned infents
Do we even try?
Sleeping around,
Simply for lust
Deceitful lovers,
Losing all trust
Breaking the law,
Getting away
Courtroom injustice,
It's the victims who pay
Who is wrong?
Who is right?
Criminals admired,
Have we lost sight?
Broken famileis,
Few who pray
The doubtful outlook,
Getting by each day
Forgotten morals,
Money hungry fools
Disgraceful greed,
Those who use
So many questions,
Yet so few answers
The wanting to know,
Happens much faster
When did it happen?
How did it start?
Who is to blame?
For letting our world fall apart?
I guess this is what you would call life.......
When you go to the polls to vote,
Have knowledge of your candidate choices.
Each voter must have education and hope;
Now people constitutionally, do have voices.
You will make a difference,
Once you do your homework.
Under your arm keep your references.
Vote for whom you feel will do no harm;
One whose past proves that they care.
They can’t be money hungry liars or jerks;
Each must be truly honest and fair.
Vote out corruption; vote in change,
Once you pull that lever remember,
The vote cannot be changed;
Education is necessary; it’s a voter-keeper.
With research on the candidates,
In a library or online;
The truth will out itself to fate,
Have courage and this you’ll find.
Collections of their legislation,
Online and in libraries reference section;
Libraries keep this information,
Look carefully at this collection.
Each voter must vote responsibly;
Carefully do your research and;
Take my suggestions;
In reference sections of libraries,
One gets answers to their questions.
Never vote until with wisdom you are armed.
Should you vote without education, everyone gets harmed.
Often people vote
For their party, only.
Educate yourself,
Don’t be a dummy;
Unless you hate yourself,
Come to the library and study.
And you’ll be armed with
This powerful knowledge
Instead of ignorant bliss
One can go to college
Now education’s where you find it.
Armed with your defense kit;
New candidates you will win with it;
Don’t neglect preparation; go vote with spit.
Knowing devious candidates are
Now chomping at their bits.
One person can make a difference, go out and share
When everyone’s well aware of these gits;
Legislation that’s corrupt will mince,
Every word a candidate speaks;
Do your part to encourage others of this;
Get them researching the candidates’ snares;
Education prevents you being trapped in a political abyss.