Best Nickel And Dime Poems

THE OLD FART SONG
(sing to the tune of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys")

Verse one:

Old men ain't easy to love and...

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These Hallowed halls
Frequented by myth and griffin
Whose presence Guards these priceless minds
 Protecting the unwritten novels
M C Squared and ingenious thoughts
The prophesy of zero one

This...

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You were in love with me
While I'd tell you I didn't love you,
And you continued on for a space...
Until I finally fell in love with...

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You can give up that nasty habit if you try.
Just think of all the things your money will buy.
Each one of those houses is a...

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One cent, two cents,
	Nickel and dime
Two bits, four bits,
	A dollar this time.

Ship me a grasshopper
	Do me a crime
Fly like a whippoorwill 
	O'er Anaheim....

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Tin can pan alley cat man
                   ...

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Some people are of the belief, that teacher come from one place
From a school or university, with degrees all over the wall
Know great big fancy...

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We blame the white man for all our misfortunes
We're doing the best we can
So damn it! If all else fails
Blame the white man
Ignorance prevails.

Standing on...

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A slimmer glimmer of hope these days.
With thoughts misconstrued and mind's in a haze.
We look for help without reaching out.
For any chance we've got is...

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When I was in pigtails, years younger than him,
my big brother’s bedroom was filled to the brim
New comic books, from the small corner store
would light...

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You made a lot of money
selling lewd photos of nude
Then you parlayed your profits
into cyber surfing —  
triple X cinema ***** crude
Nasty video sex...

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Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from...

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My soul started yearning
And my feet grew all restless
To see the old hometown
And the place I was born.

Out back of my old house  ...

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Springtime easing into summertime
Euphoric she was in her prime
She had mountains to climb
Dreams of a lifetime
Magnificent and sublime

T’was when she ran into a mime 
In...

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Writing fiction 
Has no restriction
Unlike the journal writer on the list 
Asking ‘what is this’ 
Raising their fist 
Not allowing anything to be missed 
Dependent...

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