Best Overdraft Poems
What a joke
What a laugh
People stressing
The overdraft
Oh my
Oh me
How much will it be?
Can I afford to pay?
Another unfair bill today?
Such is the way of the corporate ladder
To send paper with numbers
In order to get fatter
I laugh at your effort
To rob me long distance
Instead I smirk
And return resistance
It seems odd to me
That people fret
Like they’ll ever collect
Is what I bet
I wait for it all to collapse
For corporate America
To fall into relapse
Then look at the greed
And what they have brought
How much blood from a stone?
Is my thought
I love to laugh at these greedy misguided fools
Sending paper numbers
To obedient tools
When they send you pictures of numbers
Send them pictures of money
And laugh, laugh, laugh………..
Eric (and sometimes not)
Categories:
overdraft, life, peopleme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Today is Friday
A happy day
For the weekend is festive and near
I day dream of BBQ's and friendly banter
As I hit the car in front me
Shocked, I backed up over a dog
This is not turning out to be a good day
Especially for the dog
I was on my way to the bank
To find out I am in overdraft
They were not concerned
We have your house they say
You may find another place to stay
This sure isn’t a turning into a good day
I called my wife to tell her the news
I need not have worried so
She has run off with the fireman it seems
Our house burned down this afternoon
Heroically he saved her from the fire and me
I am not feeling so happy this day
I am sure the banker is as sad as I
He lost his house and his mistress
To the fireman today
Me, I just lost the house
I am sad and empty, no where to sleep
What ever shall I do?
The night turned cold and hostile
Until I spotted an empty doghouse
How was your Friday the thirteenth?
Notes: When I read Dave Woods poem "NO" well it made me smile and inspired me to write this! Thanks Dave
Categories:
overdraft, deep, dog, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
That fateful, tragic day of 9/11
was a busy one, for Jannah and Heaven.
The day the seed of war was sown
dictatorships the US wanted overthrown
no wonder the worlds overdraft has grown!
The truth though was in disguise
as fox news spread their lies
despicable people, I truly despise
who pull the wool over the Sheople's eyes.
The plane that hit the pentagon
so quickly was that wreckage gone.
now so many lives to destroy
firing missiles like some toy.
So much coincedence, purely circumstance
the armies are all set now to advance
as bush and the Devil jigged a joyous dance.
I loathe to say it so blunt,
but I think Bush is a ....!
For he has turned the world against each other
and caused the death of many a brother.
It makes my blood truly boil
we started a war for cheap bloody oil.
So when the world ends with a small bang
Bush and his corrupt cronies, can go to Jahannam!!
Please don't believe all you're told,
for the truth you know, are the lies your sold!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
overdraft, confusion, political, war, war,
Form:
A look at the floorboard of my car
Gives a glimpse into my life
All the trash that's scattered about
Necessities to survive?
An old McDonald's bag spilling it's contents
I wonder if those fries are still any good
With nary a doubt I pop them into my mouth
Hey...don't judge me, you know some of you would
There's candy, bubblegum, fortune cookie wrappers
It's all a pretty even mix
What's this? Half a granola bar?
That day I must have been on a health kick
A fist full of bank statements...withdraw, withdraw, withdraw
Without a single deposit...what am I daft?!
Oh wait a minute, here we go
Overdraft, overdraft, overdraft
I swear I hear something moving
From underneath the passenger seat
Maybe tonight I'll leave the door open
Hoping against hope it'll set itself free
The floorboard of a car speaks much of a man
And this man is pretty much a slob
Guess you could say it's a part of my life
And you ladies know that me being a man...it's also part of my job
Categories:
overdraft, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
In tinsel time the bells do chime.
We deck the halls and shopping malls
with plastic bough and holly wreath.
The conjured tricks that lie beneath
the plastic magic make-believe
pull cheap tradition from the empty sleeve
and, with the angel chorus on demand,
demand the payment of the damned
by overdraft and plastic cards,
with season's greetings and regards
for Christmas Joy and Yuletide Cheer;
the end of one more bloody year.
In tinsel time the bells do chime
the dance of money and the mime
of love's best giving soon forgot.
And in each cardboard palace, hot
inside each borrowed suit of red,
each Father Christmas pats the head
of every child, drags out the lie;
and so the holy days go by
and fall beneath the pounds and pence
that parents value more than sense.
The harlot traders rub their hands and cheer
the end of one more bloody year.
In tinsel time the bells do chime
and all rejoice and with one voice
proclaim, disclaim, complain the lack
of honesty in Santa's sack.
The parties drag from pub to pub
and end up at somebody's club
and after, in the morning pain,
the disenchanted mutter "not again"
and stagger through another day
but then, again, go out to play;
Until, at last, the bells they cheer
that start another bloody year.
Kim James
12/12/95
Categories:
overdraft, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
To lessen this OD of mine
I have dried my teabags on the line
The tea's weak, there's no doubt
it needs help up the spout
but at least it's much cheaper than wine.
Categories:
overdraft, funny
Form:
Limerick
The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which Mrs. Thatcher,
the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something like seaweed,
Yes, like something straight out of a horror film, a “thing.”
My “Er, yuss, rather .. er .. interesting”
Evidently was not good enough.
She stamped her foot,
Picked up her cocktail
And left her corner – in a huff.
My hat! How petty can you get?
Perhaps my not getting too smitten by her hat and all
Had something to do with the fact
That that snooty husband of hers
Never acknowledges me when we meet.
The most joy I can get from him
Is a barely audible grunt.
I’m not petty, just very sensitive.
Quite different.
Maybe I’m just growing cynical. As I see it,
Most ordinary run-of-the-mill individuals
Can’t forgive a slight
More than just once or twice,
Let alone seventy times seventy times,
Like your true saint actually might.
Most folks keep accounts.
Come off it. You know they do,
Of course, they do,
Or a points system,
Except true friends.
But even there
I have my doubts.
True, friends like friendly bank managers
Wouldn’t dream of mentioning your overdraft.
No, they will lean over backwards
To extend generous terms of credit.
There are such things as
Interest-free loans, write-offs,
Grants and gratuities, but
Not even the IMF has limitless funds.
Only the most officious bank clerk
Actually likes bouncing checks,
Allowing no time lag between tit and tat.
But in the longer term
A balance sheet is drawn,
And even a benign auditor
Must draw a line somewhere
Between the troughs and peaks.
Categories:
overdraft, pride, valentines day,
Form:
Free verse
Tribute to stay at home moms
( from a writing by melvina germain) 10/28/11
To the stay at home moms (sahm) I must say
I honor you in every way.
I made my wife stop working when she got pregnant
Forty six years ago, and real love is what my daughter got to know.
She is there every step of the way and
my heart thanks her every day.
up in the morning at the crack of dawn
To change diapers , bathe the baby, change the clothes
And with the baby is where she belongs.
She is a woman with many hats, and for her
There is no turning back.
A mother, housekeeper , cook, and wife
Accepting all these struggles and strife.
You may not hear her complain
But when things go wrong, she is the first to blame.
We all may have a lot of food on our plates
And forget what they are going thru , but
Do you honestly think you could do her job too?
we may be the bread winners and struggle at work
But we did not have to go through the pains of giving birth.
Do any of you men think that you could hold
A child in your stomach for nine months
Of morning sickness, weird cravings, sleepless nights
And with your partner you would fight.
They could only sleep on their backs or on their sides
Would you like to give that a try?
They look at you in your sleep and thank GOD
For all that you do, but they need compensation too.
There is another hat that they may wear, when
They have to become the C.P.A. and balance
The check book so you don’t overdraft
And turn around and get on her ass.
So many hats and so little time, and when you ask
Them they say they are doing fine.
So to all the (sahm’s) out there with you this poem I share
You deserve not just a flower, a outside dinner
Or a movie, but the biggest THANK YOU
From our hearts, because in our lives
You are the greatest part.
Categories:
overdraft, wife, work, home, change,
Form:
Rhyme
ASHES TO ASHES
If all of me sums up a to a pile of smoldered ash...
Then all of me could fit into a glass;
If that's all I amount to on this earth,
I pray my soul finds everlasting worth.
Who Jah bless let no man curse?
Ashes to ashes – dust to dust.
Afraid of the fiery lake, will God open up the gate?
Pray, I did not wait up too late.
to say forgive what I've done wrong.
…I can tell when the Almighty has my back.
I can tell when he intervenes …
Like today when I called the bank.
And no one ever called me back.
The statement stated, an overdraft.
Yet South Africa had a cyclone draft…
Media said 150 people died.
My friend Ann said…” that’s a lie”
More like 10000's lost their lives.
Frantically I called back the bank again,
To ask about the overdraft they sent.
Worried I had overspent;
To my surprise, they said: “there’s none”.
I said why did you send this notice? She said:
“the day it was sent money came in”
I said. “oh my God”: “You are still my friend”.
I asked no more questions I just said a prayer…
About God sending me money out of nowhere.
Trying hard to keep my nose clean… while here
I want to amount to more than just dust.
On this wretched earth
I don’t want to slack before I die,
Don’t want to be cast into the eternal fire…
Don’t want to worry about my spiritual deficit.
Paying my dues, while I am on earth…
I pray my soul finds favor in the afterlife where it counts-
More than mere dust do I want to amount…
As I sing my eternal dirge…
Continue to shine your light on my feet, I urge.
If all of me sums up a to a pile of smoldered ash...
Then all of me could fit into a glass;
If that's all I amount to on this earth
I pray my soul finds everlasting worth.
Categories:
overdraft, christian, fear, judgement,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In this modern day world where being average is applauded,
Wannabe’s and the fame hungry incomprehensibly rewarded.
These days it seems the talent less succeed,
Their lack of skills, and humility, beaten by only their greed.
The young and indulgent, saying ‘I want to be different’,
If only they could see their words inconsistent,
For if they truly meant what they said,
Then they surely would do something else instead,
A doctor, a scientist, an architect maybe,
These jobs are ‘different’!…or perhaps that’s just me?!!
Wouldn’t it be great to find a cure for cancer,
‘nah’ say these kids, ‘I wannabe a dancer’,
Well then how about being the next Albert Einstein,
‘no thanks, I’ll marry a footballer, his money will be mine!‘.
‘Celebrities’ intelligence, seemingly minimal,
Look at their lifestyles, their luxuries criminal,
And just how do they go about getting these things,
Often by showing their breast and belly button rings.
These comments harsh…in some cases untrue,
Some have skill and work hard at what they do,
But watching the news brings total frustration,
Gone are the days when I was proud of my nation.
.
Go out get a job, work hard and graft,
Not like so many, living off mum’s overdraft,
Kids and benefits, a modern day goal,
No wonder my country has lost its soul….
Categories:
overdraft, lifework, day, work,
Form:
Rhyme
World Ends Tomorrow
The World will to end tomorrow,
I know that to be true,
It was written in The Forecaster,
Right at the top of page Two.
Hopefully it happens in the Evening,
Tomorrow’s my busy day,
Dentist appointment, Two-Thirty,
Overdue Gas bill to pay,
Meeting the Bank Manager at Ten,
Overdraft taken a hit.
Go down the Gym before Noon,
Trying hard to get fit.
It’s all rather inconvenient really,
There’s a film I hoped to see,
Called “The End of Days,”
A Special ticket to get me in free.
Perhaps the Paper got it wrong,
I’m crossing my Fingers and Thumbs,
After all you know what they say,
Tomorrow never comes.
Categories:
overdraft, earth, fun, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Ba-ba
They called him ba and sometimes ba,
The bubba Heenie one,
Caught with a sheep in his ute to keep,
The owner caught him some,
No chops for ba-ba, none
Bells boxing tent saw him fight,
Big bugger thumped someone,
He raised his arms, he won the right,
His pants fell down, dum dum,
Interesting sight ole son,
His doctor ripped a kidney out,
Ba-ba he wasn’t thin
Doctor said he’d get a dozer about,
To put his guts back in,
ole ba-ba had to grin,
the doctors wage won’t come,
the dollars all doubtful in,
an overdraft unsung…
Don Johnson
Categories:
overdraft, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
I am your nurse
I like Southpark
I am a closet Southpark liker
I like a $400 bank overdraft protection
especially during this recession that does not exist
I wonder if can live without tangerines and chapstick
I like Vets
I like to hear what they say
I am comforted by the comfort I give
I am tender, business like, funny, professional, apologetic
I am lucky to be a nurse
Categories:
overdraft, caregiving, devotion, health, life,
Form:
ABC
If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.
Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.
Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.
Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of the silk,
Bacchus architectured folk,
When muscle, mind ruptured n’ did silt.
Categories:
overdraft, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form:
Quatrain
Let’s Rob the Bank
Let’s rob the bank
Take all our money
And the overdraft
Go somewhere sunny
Let’s rob the bank
Escape the monotony
Worry about nothing
Eat bread and honey
Let’s rob the bank
Rent an huge flat
Somewhere in the sun
Buy a Siamese cat
Let’s rob the bank
Let them do the worry
We’ll live it up
Life in a hurry
What about the kids
Your son my daughter
We might miss
Them at the alter
If we rob the bank
We’ll live in hiding
No phoning home
Somewhere in West Riding
Can’t rob the bank
You know it’s wrong
The police will hunt
We won’t last long.
Get up for work
Carry on like ever
Dream of escape
But knowing we’ll never.
David Cox 05/11/23
Categories:
overdraft, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme