Best Overpaid Poems
Golly, this day could be my very
last!
So no, I am not going to organize
my house really fast.
I will sit with my cat, her calico
fur, a love drape upon me.
With warm cup of Joe and yes,
writing poetry that sings of life,
not strife!
Not one ear of mine for doomsday
sayers.
Who love predicting our coming end.
Go look out your window, do!
Do you see millions of dead?
Is an iceberg in your yard, over
your head?
That's the vision the media wants
you to retain.
A planet filled with floods, fires
and incurable pain.
Their latest is the pandemic scare,
hello?
Get your flu shot, the drug
companies see you are a cash cow.
"Come down to the pharmacy,get your
flu shot," they hawk now!
Ah, media, I love your theatrics!
As evil as the snake in Eden was.
How crazy are your prancing antics!
Such pitiful, feigned hypocrisy.
Negative, overpaid, lying donkeys!
Methinks Panagiota dislikes phony
news.
Very true, very true!
News should be on one night a year.
Imagine how free your mind would be.
Not overloaded by the mongrels of
flotsom and jetson chicanery.
September 20, 2019
A more-brawn-than-brains game; they are overpaid to knock the opponents senseless.
~12/9/15
~SPORT One Liner #4 contest by Silent One
Charging nine twenty-five for a glass
Of merlot in this joint? Thanks, I'll pass.
I like Walmart's low rate.
At just two eighty-eight,
I can drink the whole bottle. What class!
I don't have to own futures and stocks
Or hang out with some overpaid jocks.
'Cuz I've often opined
That the best wine you'll find
Can be poured from a spout on a box.
Written June 17th for Francine Roberts' Bottle of Wine, (fruit of the vine, when.......)
contest
Silently, I view your eyes.
Marbles, moving towards judgement.
So easy for you to surmise.
Where they came, where they went.
Haughty, you ignore my report.
They sadly sit in abject failure.
Icily, you give sharp retort.
Treatment of trash, forced to endure.
Revered only by ignorance,
you continue in your sin.
When did you spoil?
When did the pretension begin?
A pit of incestuous vipers,
you utterly disgust me.
Overpaid and overfed,
worth of service, less than free.
Doing more harm than good,
braggart of your lame degree.
Vomit forth your opinion.
Giving no order without a signee.
You wouldn't last a day on my box.
I would never clear you.
I only oversee true compassion.
Heroes born into the job they do.
So I beg you retire, already.
Put yourself out to pasture.
Your friends already graze there.
In my mind, you couldn't exit faster.
-Angel Fatale-
I give up
no
strike that
I Quit.
this is not happening
no matter what I do you--
that's just perfect
lets blame it all on me then shell we?
oh I need to calm down
I'm over reacting?
I'm not even raising my voice and I need to calm down
of Course because you are so---
no I'm not being mean
no this is not negotiable
I am not being mean
I can not handle stupid, oblivious,----
oh because I have learning issues I'm the one at fault?
that makes perfect since,
I just went up, and asked for them in the line at the super market did i?
umm...Mr. God sir can I have an ADHD apple and some anger issue socked berries?
Right
sit down,
be quiet,
don't do that,
Put the book away,
get off that tablet.
like I can really control it.
I'm not doing it on purpose
I do not wake up in the morning as say alright witch teacher can I piss off to day and what kid am I going to make cry?
hmm...lets see I pick Issac and Johnny-boy
Good News—Basketball Season May Be Cancelled
By Elton Camp
Of outrageously overpaid, whiny jocks I don’t care
For fifty years I haven’t watched a game anywhere
When in college, some of our team’s players I knew
Mention a present basketball star & I respond, “Who?”
I don’t know the details of what the big fuss is about
But that it’s about big time money I’ve got no doubt
Professional sports is filled with extravagant greed
Really, how much can players and owners need?
With millions working hard for just minimum wage
Obscene millions spent on sports puts me into a rage
So let them cut their season short of not do it at all
I don’t care if I never see another game of basketball
In fact, here’s what I think it’d be best if they will do
Get in a fight and close down football & baseball too
My best guess is that this won’t ever take place
But I’m keeping my fingers crossed just in case
Scrooge I am
Lovers cold and lost
In forest frost
Paintings chipped
Slippers of golden illusions
I feast on
Yesterdays dreams
With turkey and sour ice cream
Maid so overpaid
I beg of you
Whoever you are
Where are my ghosts?
Three was it not?
Happiness a Christmas knot
Around my throat
None
None at all
No Ghosts for me
Nether meanders the illusive suffering
Notorious angels have no care
Crawling along
I gasp for air
Everyone has a good old time,
they're written in songs, they're written in rhyme
they have their own days or have their own season
and none of those guys get more applause
than that fat old dude called Santa Clause!
Jack Frost is praised for nothing more
than leaving his artwork on windows and doors,
and the boogeyman gets accolades
for scarin' the hell outa Suzy and Dave.
I can't get busy with my petty labors
'til the Sandman goes and does me a favor.
They're all guys and all overrated - overpaid,
over loved, like that rabbit I dated,
and what do I get for a nighttime of chores
but a sack full of teeth and not a thing more.
Well, none of 'em will think it's so freakin' funny
when they find what I've done with that damn Easter Bunny!
Signed, The Tooth Fairy
Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
It happened to me yesterday
By this highfalutin dermatologist
Who's definitely overpaid
Appeared to me his only concern
Was how many souls he could see
To help him choose between a Jaguar
A Mercedes or an SUV
This may sound a bit cynical
But what else am I to surmise
Spent a minute and a half in total
Discussing the rash on my thighs
His 4 hour days must be oh so gruelling
As his golf buddies patiently wait
Only 43 patients to rush out the door
Before once again joining his mates
So did I get at least some satisfaction?
Well he told me my problem was age
His advice, “just suck it up, mister”
Now you know why I'm so enraged
Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
My blood has boiled over the top
Where did their code of ethics go
I'm disgusted with the whole damn lot!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Everything in life
Came easy to me.
That all changed
When I got my own family.
Dirty diapers, late night feedings
& so much crying.
It was spiritually, mentally
& physically trying.
I'd do it all again
That was the best time
Of my life.
I was a husband, a father
With kids & a wife.
It felt good to hold my child
He always smiled, when I did.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Damn I love that kid.
I spoiled him rotten
He was my pride & joy.
Then God & my wife blessed me again
She bore me another boy.
My wife enjoyed watching me
Play with my sons.
She said, you are a terrible hubby
But as a dad, you're number one.
She already had children
Before we met.
I raised them as my own
I love them all, I have no regrets.
I'd pray every night
Thanking God for blessing me.
With this beautiful wife &
My perfect family.
Her (our) daughter is so bright.
She's gifted, smart.
She has a beautiful spirit
She has her mother's caring heart.
Her (our) oldest son is a
Mama's Boy & that ain't a bad thing.
Mess with his mama
& watch the drama he would bring.
Her (our) middle child
Is cool & laid back.
He's going to be a heart breaker
That is a fact.
Her (our) younger child
He is so smart & oh so clever.
He has a special place
In my heart, I'll cherish him forever.
Her (our) youngest child
Is always happy, like he's floating on a cloud
He's always doing something, to make his mother & I proud.
My (our) oldest daughter
Is an adult, with children of her own.
We (I) wasn't there for her
She had to do it alone.
I miss all my children dearly
This is a pain I didn't know that could exist.
It hurts to longer be with them.
My life was perfect when I was with them
Believe me they are missed.
This separation from them
Is unbareable as hell.
I hope & pray each night
That my children are doing well.
Whatever wrong I did to deserve this
I know I had to have overpaid that debt.
This as low as I ever been
To lose my children is my biggest regret.
I try to move forward
But it's hard to stand tall.
LaToya, Buffie, Jaloni, Larry, Jimmy & Joshua
I LOVE YOU ALL.
Why must the American people keep asking why
The FBI always seems to get a Bye
When accountability for one's actions
Should be so high
Persecution of so many a- lister's stuck in the public's eyes
Though they deserve the cost of their own demise
Because we no longer just let it lye
So once again we try to send our cries to Washington
Hoping they will not fall on deaf eyes
When people plug into the few systems on which we rely
To prevent any more of our teachers or students from having to die
That leaves so many families devastated asking why
Our Governments plan ends with nothing but a lie
Social media and reporting these troubled teens actions
Should never have been put aside
While Congress takes a free ride
Gun control so widely divided among our lawmakers
That seems to be a bunch of overpaid fakers
That is supposed to be the movers and shakers
For the American people who elect them to office
So much gun violence in our schools and streets
Have parents demanding answers while Congress retreats
From the president to the FBI should be held accountable
When public awareness is so high
American people won't tolerate any more of their attempted tries
We need them to set their agenda's aside to hear the families cries
I say this to open up with my own silence
To deal with all the headlines about the rise of school violence
We need our governments promise they will decide
These kinds of actions will no longer be allowed to backslide
Or be put on the back burner to let ride
Or accountability in our elected officials will just have to rise
In the public's eyes that will cut them down to size
To elect a government willing and wise hearing America's cries
When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free
He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me
He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could
For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good
He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right
They think profit is the devil, and he was fighting the good fight
But doctors must be paid, and nurses, drug makers too
When the government runs it all, will you kill when you can't sue?
Britain has national care, there the docs are underpaid
Patients don't get seen on time, whistleblowers are afraid
50 thousand wrong deaths each year, at least death is free
Anyone can murder, but that way lies anarchy.
Brian was a farm boy, then Valedictorian, then a CPA
Became an overpaid CEO, but isn't rising the American way?
He helped disabled kids compete, stayed a regular guy
But a rich Ivy League kid decided he must die.
When Covid came, Brian offered to distribute funds for free
Some see profit over people but doesn't seem that way to me.
It may be rad and cool to cheer, maybe they feel authentic and real
But some of us just see murder, and a wound that will fester, never heal.
There are problems with our health care, most of us agree
But if you think it's expensive now, just wait until its free
Systems that tried to replace profit, slaughtered millions, quite bizarre
I never understood how hypocritical radical leftists are.
If you come across the border, you get free care in the E.R.
Our hospitals go broke, because idealists went too far
Medicaid won't pay full costs, that causes bankruptcy too
And yes, our insurance system makes no sense, it needs a big redo.
No doctor can cure this revealed sickness in the air
Only 33 percent of youth say the killing was unfair
If you live by abstractions, you won't see wrong from right
A world that cheers on murder cannot claim the moral height.
Salt of The Earth
Ordinary people
That’s who we are
Our triumphs
Our sacrifices
Loves
And torments
Go unsung
For the most part
Un-noticed by anyone
Ordinary people
Who’s lives may have suffered tradgedy
Quite sperate
From the world of celebrity
Who’s weight loss and weight gain
Who’s lives are sucked up
So avidly
Un-famous
Un-important
That’s what we are
Un-recognised heroines
And heroes
People that the world
Never knows
This celebrity culture
Demeans us
Turn our lives
To a paultry plethora
Of existence
Devoid of the glitter and pomp
Of celebrity red carpet
TV show sold money
Our faces un-immortalised
In the applause
Of the overpaid and wealthy
Of yet another publicity stunts
Awards
Our lives a mere daily
Rigmarol of mediocrity
As we dine on the scraps
Of news and gossip
Of the purile insignificance
Of celebrity
Ordinary people
That’s who we are
The un-discovered heroes
And heroines
Who’s backs and sweat
Hold up the scaffolding
Of the bright shinning
Neon distraction
Media circus
World of celebrity
Politicians
Models
Muscicians
Actors
Football players
All raking the cream
Which belongs to
Firemen
Cops
Nurses
And Doctors
Road sweepers
Trash collectors
Husbands
Fathers
Wives
Mothers
Making their lives ends meet
And staying afloat
Facing each day
Heroines and heroes
Of the common all
And for the common good
Though bemused and belittled
Misinformed
Mislead
And lied to
Still we emerge
As the salt of the Earth
Just ordinary
People
This poem was prompted by the recent death of celebrity Jade Goody, a tragedy indeed. I am
sure she will be sorely missed by her family. As will all the other ordinary people who
passed on recently, be missed by their families.
Oh mother nature! Why is the sun’s wage overpaid?
Considering its strict principle of full execution
being its major peculiarity, especially when handling a task.
It discharges dominance which makes weather’s thought go blank
to thrill climate in rejecting any form of negotiations.
Exhibiting such zeal and dedication
without an iota of sympathy
gives comfort no certainty of operation
but with the advancement in human intelligence,
freedom has been served from such anger and energy.
Designed by the man,
extortion from subjects.
Who gave you the right
to adjudicate effects?
We pay your wage
for treatment of cattle.
We stand in your lines
to pay our yearly shackle.
Payment for own property,
on which, you've thrown a saddle.
Your strong men sit smugly.
Traitors of the revolution.
Taxing without representation.
Coffers full, forced by institution.
How dare you charge me.
Payment for property, already mine.
Failed promises of what's bought.
War machine payed by tax and fine.
Keep pushing corporate politico!
Soldiers gather, backed into a wall.
Who is going to defend you
when justice arrives to the ball?
Our system makes it so easy,
as to which side we will choose.
With numbers growing steadily,
we've grown weary of the fools.
My house and mine,
the decision has been made.
We don't recognize your rules.
I'll recover what's been overpaid.
Are there any true terrorists,
or just oppressed majority?
Those who won't vote for you,
crushed by assumed authority.
An entire country
built on the back of a slave.
Promised freedom, murdered some.
Lied to ensure their enclave.
You're not the greatest country.
That time has passed.
Look at the stats.
This carriage has become a travesty.
Better change fast.
Your current stance,
won't stand to last.
Stop frisking our economy.
-Angel Fatale-