Best Need The Money Poems
Penny for the guy
C’mon mister give us a penny for the guy
This little ragamuffin asked with sad eyes brimming
Need the money to buy food she said with a cry
We are poor mister tearful eyes still streaming
Overhead great sparking rockets fly,
The girls guy looked sad and cold
C'mon mister a penny for the guy
She shouted as the oohs and aahs echoed around
Great Catherine wheels spun round and round
Sending sparks far and wide, in a colourful array
The smell of hot chestnuts making us drool
November the 5th is a fine fun day
Then through the smoke of the bonfire
Enjoying the fun sparkler in hand …. I saw
A cracker jack was lit by the sad guy
He jumped so high, ran, staying still no more
The guy she pushed for many a night
Was her brother who had been bribed to stay still
He tried but was the fright of the cracker jack
that made him jump and run up the hill.
Penned nov 2 2016
Where were you in the night
where did you go
when I needed you most
I find you
in so few of my memories
you leave with the explanation
someone needs to keep the roof over our head
what you didn't know
is that we needed someone
to keep us together
to keep us straight
to love us too
we need the money
but we needed you more
but you weren't there
you were gone
always gone
Piggy please don't be sad.
I need the money really bad.
Got to pay my motor tax.
Get the government off my back.
You see I need to keep on track.
Bank will not give me a lend.
And I have no savings left to spend.
Now, close your eyes my little friend.
Knocking off your ceramic head.
His proposal
Darling will you marry me? I’ll love you for eternity
With honour and hope all of my life, I want to make you my wife
My worldly goods will be yours and I’ll cherish you forever
In sickness and in health, I will leave you never.
Darling this is the best honeymoon, I have ever been on.
Do you know where my golf clubs are? They seem to have gone.
No you can’t go shopping we cannot afford
I have payments to make on my holiday abroad
Darling I need a shirt for tonight’s dinner,
I’m going to the golf clubs for the awards for the winner
No, you don’t need a new outfit, that one you have on will do
Why do you want a new one, that apron really suits you.
Darling we need the money that’s why you do the dishes
If I could afford to have you with me, it would grant me all my wishes.
My shoes need cleaning, I need clean underwear too
I don’t know why you haven’t done them you seem to have nothing to do.
Darling the grass needs cutting why have you left it so long
I think you should do it now, while I just listen to this song
You always say you are tired but I really don’t know why,
You only work twelve hours a day and that’s no reason to cry.
My darling I know have put on weight
But I didn’t expect you to set bear bait
Now I am caught on the traps you set
The pain is intense and I’m getting upset
These boobies can no longer be concealed -
I hope the clamp marks will soon be healed
I will be starting my job as a sexy poll dancer
We need the money - this new job is the answer
Please will you hurry outside and release me
Don't think of charging me a clamping fee!!
29th August 2016
i've gotta jot this down
a thought to look around
throw my book to the ground
as my dreams give way to sound
but its silence now
im not as afraid of the void
not not but not as and not as took a lot
it takes a second to break it down
and find the path to follow my thoughts
but its easy and cheesy to rap inaccessible
its a whole other level to make'em wanna raise the decibels
nm, you know i'd hate to be known as technicall
nm, you know i'd love to know a centerfolld
is this destiny or fate its just probably some dumb luck
existence is like a foot of snow with no tread and the tires stuck
fu-k, its too real, February in a Tiburon
I need the money to travel but my autotrader account won't log on
and my conscience and my credit and my clothes are all wrong
and the voice inside my head just tells me to try the chrome add on
(its no help)
and ya'll just extensions of my mind
and as i write this i recline
and to my right's a drive thru line
all my friends are probably high
i sense their paths becoming mine
so the hunger multiples
and cause the past come to mind
its clockwork the way i rhyme
i reminisce to pass the time
only kanye makes music like hes gonna die
man, this year we prime
and this reality seems to me a fever dream or fantasy
my delusions within reach because i think it thoroughly
dex trips and lsd me wavy like a fleur de lis
im cold don't you see i got my flurries to a tee
and this is all true too
the odyssey, do you
get it then i come through
you get it when its still new
run it like its new shoes
runnin right through you
hood crews wit a bluetooth in some fubu
ooh ooh
They all seek our votes and promise change when they are elected,
And to correct the follies of their predecessors, but just as we expected,
Once they attain that exulted office and the trappings they deem are due,
They feel they have to govern the world and not the likes of me and you!
They traipse about this troubled orb seeking fame and adulation,
Forgetting that their first responsibility is that of caring for this nation!
They're generous with our money - never mind that we need the money here,
To care for our homeless, jobless and hungry who need that help so dear!
They involve us in senseless wars, sapping our precious blood and treasure!
Alas, orphans and widows are left to wonder why - so sad by any measure.
They strive to solve the problems and get involved in other nations' affairs,
Wouldn't it be swell if they stayed at home and attended to our cares!
Some seem concerned about redefining and protecting borders of other nations.
Gee, wouldn't it be novel to protect our country's borders from illegal violations!
Some seem more concerned about protecting terrorists' constitutional rights!
Never mind that they killed many innocent folks with those horrendous flights!
Seems to me that Presidents have enough to worry about here at home,
Rather than trying to solve other nations' plights as about the world they roam!
They'd find enough to keep them busy here if they'd take the time to look.
I'd like a President who'd govern this nation in accordance with the oath he took!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Nancy's Shrink, goddess,
Yes we write of life and all the strife,
and the mind ferrets,will want to know today,
does ya hate ya momma, dadda,
was they really nasty badder,
or did ya personality,
really blossom just this way?
Could we earn anudder dollar,
could we squeeze out, a little holler,
cos me gambling has dropped me cheque book,
lotsa smaller, this i say,
an i really need the money,
anyway:)
So ya worried that ya crazy,
but like me, ya mostly sane,
an ya thoughts a little hazy,
but ya really feel ok,
so take a look in the mirror,
and tell the bugger, coming nearer,
that its really got indigestion,
needs another hugger, yes today,
and sanity is not the poets way,
inspirations dog is yapping,
and the sparrows ever tapping,
birds are flopping flapping,
poor ole johnson's yapping
inner sanity is how the poet plays...
Don Johnson
Vienna,
The loon's in tune with the largest moon,
entertainment, hopes arising,
insanitys voice does sweetly croon,
her words so hypnotising,
a loon sometimes surprising:)
this poet thing is normal,
looney tunes installed, worm in all,
the rattle of the brain box,
mystifying in its way,
no need to bloody worry ,
just suck upon ya curry,
poetic lunatics are bloody here to stay...
Tony mate,
How i see it little mate,
who am i to gesticulate:)
using both sides of the brain,
ricocheting thoughts svelte in train,
dummy does his little trix,
sometimes seems a loonatic,
but that's the poet's price...
You'll never guess what I found at the dump.
I found and soon sold an antique gas pump.
It was made back in 1943.
A Man gave $100,000 to me.
I sure was lucky to meet that antique collector.
Having this much money is like drinking nectar.
Two days later, I met the man who threw the gas pump away.
He demanded that I give him $50,000 but I refused to pay.
He said he's in over his head in debt and he keeps getting in deeper.
He may need the money but I say finders keepers losers weepers.
(This is a fictional poem)
crawling from the box he lived in
after finding the secret number in a smut rag
available to all who seek it out on the street,
he made his way to the seemingly abandoned building
where after hitting the buzzer, he was instructed to give
the password that had been allotted him on the phone prior &
up the grungy stairwell he went.
it took him five floors to get to the room whose glowing red light
steaming from under the pre-war door &
after entering, the darkened hallways let to a large room full of
carnivorous orgiastic wonder---
like something out of
“eyes wide shut,”
women of all shapes & sizes,
clad in PVC & leather,
carrying whips & toys
(not to mention handfuls of cash),
were leading men around to select hidden spots &
doors with big locks,
throughout the large apartment floor.
as where he found the funds to attend such a select gathering
was as much a secret as any of the names or faces of the men
wandering around with cocks stiff & eyes wide,
and so, knowing he wasn’t much different,
he made his way to sit down next to a woman stretched out &
waiting for the next fly to be wrapped up in her spider’s
web.
and while beginning to engage in exhibition,
another young woman in black lingerie walks by,
doing a double take,
for she realizes that he is someone who lives in her building,
in fact, he is someone who turned her down for a date a few weeks ago,
after getting her hopes up.
she walks back to look at him,
and when he makes eye contact,
his face becomes flush with embarrassment,
instantly acknowledging to himself that the person he was when he
turned this young woman down who is standing in front of him,
may not have been the same one who is sitting half-naked on a dark red couch
with another woman’s mouth on him.
the young woman walks up to him & tells him simply,
“please don’t tell anyone in the building that you saw me here,
i need the money”---
his response comes equal with the self that she sees &
all he can say is “maybe we can get together a little later, you look amazing in
that lingerie”---
shaking her head at him and smiling,
she walks away into the darkness of the hallway leading to the
dungeon.
why am i not enough for him
why does he always complain
things aren,t the way they used to be
and it will never be the same
he doesnt understand we,re older
and the things i used to do is now hard and when you need the money back that they borrowed moths before knowing you are in desperate shape yourself and just lie and ignore you sad need new friends
he mentions finding someone else
and that just breaks my heart
i give him all that,s in me
wait on him all the time
why cant i find my true love
to help with broken heart of mine
That girl sure did shine
Like the brightest diamond in my eyes
That girl was my only true friend
Plenty of nights we stayed up and got super drunk
Talked about our dreams or the men we've been seeing
My friend squeezed her fist raised her arms
And even fought with me
Those girls who came on scene
And tried to fight little ole me
This girl would never hurt her dear friend Tee
Or so she liked to have me believe
You can kinda say I slightly sensed her jealousy
But I let it go
Jealous for what? We are one in the same
Plenty times she disrespected and called me out of my name
I thought that was just her
My girl hardly ever said anything that wasn't a bad word or threat
Until I picked up her phone on one random day
Saw the message that read
Im sick of this girl they call Tee Marie
If she didn't pay for everything
And I didn't need the money
I am one she would never see
I hung my head low in disbelief
how could my diamond girl feel this way about me
I let fools gold get too close to me
A tax for beer,
a tax for smokes;
So why not tax
sex and dope?
We need the money-
that’s not in doubt,
so tax that hooker
when she puts out!
And tax the dealer
who sells the drugs
to stupid kids
and slimy thugs!
While we’re at it,
let’s regulate
disease and purity
in every state
Let users know
how pure’s the pot;
Inform the johns
of what she’s got
Tax the sales
and income too;
With all that cash
what could we do?
We could feed the hungry
and clothe the poor,
all on the backs
of dealers and whores...
Brutally deranged, I've gone a tad insane,
but it isn't my fault no, you're the one to blame,
I laugh at insecurities, and the struggles I can't face,
because if I see them for what they are, I couldn't bear,
Not a drop of innocense in this stuffed up air,
Wouldn't it be nice to live without a care?
But **** the past, there's a reason I'm not there,
I wish I could take it back,
I wish I could have known,
They weren't all the same,
and none the less you have made me grow.
Can you kill me, before I do it myself,
I'm over thinking, and could even damage hell.
But now I'm hungry and I bid you a farewell,
because you were my past intentions, and nothing is for real,
You lied and cast me out, leaving me with sorrow,
Now knowing the only thing that is hurting me will be gone tomorrow,
I don't need the money, or a thing around my neck,
Now you are gone there will be nothing left,
I have found a savior, someone who is the same as I.
Someone who has been trapped, by this world of lies,
I will take his burden, and strap it in with mine,
I will not have anymore, regrets behind who I kiss,
because there is only one who I will be with bliss,
He is the one, who I will stay with.
Unlike you, fair weathered friends, I'll bid you a farewell and tie off loose ends.
You look great in those boots
But can you walk
Walk all over me
Straight up to your thighs
One kiss and I’ll surely die
Come on, give me the eye
No point asking why
Okay, I want inside you
Five hundred dollars doesn’t lie
You can say you love me
That way, we’ll both get by
Life is so short between your thighs
Do you feel it
Deep inside
Makes you want to cry
I know you hate me
But you made the pact
Now it’s time to act
You look great in those boots
But can you walk
Walk all over me
Now it’s the talking part
Two strangers, heart-to-heart
Truths and lies
Smokes and why’s
I need to see you in my mind, you’ll get me through the tough times
You need the money
Seems rather funny, no money where I’m going
How about you, kids and all
How we fall
Two people in the night
Just getting through
As you do
Your boots on the floor
The last glimpse as I close the door.
It’s raining, death on the hill
No time for the final kill
You did look great in those boots
Will you walk for the final time
All over me.