Best Mortgages Poems

POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS 
  {Bivouacs}

Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.

Out of date opts,
New upgrade rates;
Food on the down-low
Carrots in the closet;
Conjugating with fake rice.

Plastic cabbage, inedible corn.
Tomatoes with fish dung
Water with...

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Thirsty

I could tell right away he was up ta sum thin.
I could see it in doze beady eyes!
His wordz were smooth in a snake like sorta way,
my pappy says heze city smooth.
He don't look like nobody round here,
he wears dat fancy tree pieze suit
wit dat...

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We ask God’s blessings for food we eat;
those who toil to grow it deserve our prayers too.
In 1985, Farm Aid musicians took their beat,
rocking in donations for those who grew
in debt, not just crops, as mortgages came due.

Mellencamp cried out, “97 families lost 97 farms!”
Just...

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Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell 
How much of its our doing
How much is down to me
Is the fate laid out before us
A future meant to be

I know I've tempted fate before
At least...

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World abandonment
vanity infests
greed escalates
charity nullified

Competitive paradise
prices uncontrollable
hunger staggering
debt maximized

Honest  lost
integrity futile
words misconstrued
greed rapid

Equality vanished
pensions minute
labor intensified
 jobs down sized

World absorbed
humans consumed
profits soar
mortgages abandoned

World immobilized
composure lost
hope desperate
destruction eminent....

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Sometimes he feels like a museum on
a Monday - empty, desolate, withdrawn
from the celestial library where not 
yet written prose and poetry are stored.
A sleep-deprived, he walks around the rooms,
he curses rhymes and rhythms, he assumes
a pledge to give it up, to live a life
a...

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My poems are not for leisure
They are guns 
Aim at imperial anatomy
Notes slipped to a teller’s eyes
For easy withdrawal
Of ancestral deposits
My poems are not for leisure
They are flowers for graves
Of dead theories and foolish warriors
Who slave for vanity
Flowers cover well the rot
Of lovers’ insanity.
My poems...

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P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I    ...

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We dread this time of the year
We are absolutely sure 
   When we file our taxes 
   Sam will surely wax us
Greed of Uncle Sam is clear

Stopping off from work to drink a beer
Not an option is totally clear
  ...

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All the teachers were basically horrible,
each could be placed on sliding scale of 
horribleness….thus;
1.	(the worst) Complete ****
2.	Largely a ****.. with a degree of reserve
3.	****
4.	Headmaster’s toady prone to outbursts
5.	Pathetic but lacking conscience
6.	Searching for a personality
7.	Lost…smiles occasionally
8.	Dominated by all other teachers (easy to mimic)
9.	A mess 
10.	Ineffectual (but...

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Life is much bigger than I imagined it could be,
There is more beyond the horizon of Hope through my Faith.
I am Uniquely made as seen by the different shades of me 
With the out -bursting of colors depicting a side that some 
May never know...

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You keep money secure thank you bank
Financial institution you are high is rank.
Accepting deposits you create credits see,
Honey is collected too flower thanks bee.

Keeping people happy you share interest,
This may be compound this may simplest.
Bearing mortgages also you provide loan,
At due time you collect due...

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There once was a mortgage bank broker 

Who sold mortgages more than he oughta

Then one day he found

With the economy down

His own house appraised way under water...

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One day this old earth shall pass,
When the cosmic gods unleash their last damning curse.
Everything will be digested, into the bellies of a billion skies,
The black smoke will paint hands, waving a billion goodbyes.
It will be the end of all roads:
The day the sun explodes.

There...

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OK class, now listen up and down,
in and out,
said Professor Fuller Watts,
professing political philosophy 404.

We begin with a deductive
reductive
universal objective lesson,
then spread out across inductive intuition
unitarian inside/outside formation 
and self/other-governing intelligence
through co-mediating mind/body gratitude.

I will speak in bipartisan political language
because it shouts at us, all...

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