Best Pay Out Poems
It's party time, you drank beer then wine
You’re over the limit but think you’ll drive fine
Can’t steer in a straight line, hit a Ferrari
The policemen arrive, they’re far from happy
Should have used a taxi or jumped on a bus
But you’re at the cop shop, there’s lots to discuss
Breathalyser is sky high and you turn quite pallid
When learning your car insurance may be invalid
But its Christmas time you drank beer and wine
You’ll be summoned to court and get a hefty fine
Get banned from driving, and may lose your job
Such a pity you put any booze down your gob
N B I understand that some Insurers have a drink drive clause in their policy and pay out for damage to a third party but not to the drivers car
12/26/19
Punch the button dial 9 three times
“Hello This is the emergency line”
“Excuse me yes id like to report a crime”
For you see this man took something that was mine
He took my hope, my trust, my love my time
Confused me with fakery bull and lies
Counterfeit love right in front of my eyes
Guess he thought I’d never get wise
He always waited until it was after dark
When he knew he had fooled my heart
Creeping in, trespassing my property
Taking things that weren’t meant to be
Made me break promises I’d promised to keep,
That no man would cause me tears and lose me sleep
Should call him Spider-Man with the web he spun
His art of deception is second to none
Split personality and divided attention
He needs redemption redemption redemption
So can I have a crime number now Uve heard my statement
Need to phone my life insurance to claim that payment
If my life’s been ruined do you think they will pay out?
If I break it all down and lay it out
Put it into words and say it out
Bag it all up and weigh it out
Insured my life when my life was mapped out
Before u was exposed and before u tapped out
Untick the terms and conditions it wasn’t genuine cover
That diamond turned out to be cubic zirconia
Surely a complete lie must be insurable
Like cheating ways are practically incurable
And maybe I don’t know the law atall
And maybe I just look even more a fool
But how else will he be held accountable
When His part in my demise is undoubtable
He kidnapped my hope and murdered my dreams
Denied me my future ripped it apart at the seams
Left me only with broken pieces
What I thought was smooth was actually creases
If a judge won’t be the one to pass a sentence
And ur ears are deaf to my ten Cents
try to convince us it’s all rumours and nonsense
But u know what it is that’s on ur conscience
And when ur time comes ur world will crash down
When what goes around makes its way back around
And when it’s you being played and ur not the one that’s winning
When ur hearing words but you’re not sure of their meaning
When u can’t work out what’s real and what’s deceit
When u start to feel the first pains of defeat
And I hope when it comes it will hit u hard
The ultimate punishment for love fraud
Scam the scammer, fool the fool
Switch it up and change the rules
Over nature, we claim to be master
To have control of all, is our intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our duty-to-care, shows we play jester
In self-cherishing much of our time spent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our populations growing ever faster
On expansion, we simply won't relent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our pollutiing waste is left to fester
For we will never pay out to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our pesticides are to control nature
We will not share our food is the intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our proposed targets seem to get nowhere
For we have not the will to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
But this is now leading to disaster
In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.
Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye for womanly curves.
His favorite worked in a house downtown,
With dark hair done up in curls,
A woman who’d ‘broadened’ his world.
At first it was cold, but that all changed quick,
And they soon were a regular thing.
She taught him skills a man needs to know,
Really took the boy under her wing,
And knew how to make his heart sing.
But his father said “Boy, don’t fool yourself,
That damned girl wants nothing but cash.
And many a man has found himself broke,
Chasing after a professional lass,
You better get over her fast!”
But Elliot continued, and went when he could
For weeks this went on, as before.
Until one day she asked to meet his kin,
Not the act of some common whore.
She must have loved him like never before!
They went to his house outside of town,
His lady fidgeting and tense,
Elliot knew she must be nervous,
To be meet disapproving parents,
He prayed that his dad would relent.
She entered the home and father went cold,
His face truly taken aback.
His jaw dropped and he said aloud,”Clarice!”
Then she shouted outside,”It’s Mack!”
A new figure stormed in from out back.
A man appeared, a gun in his hand,
Pushing before him Elliot’s mother.
Elliot had seen his likeness before,
It was the felon Bloody Jack Carruthers,
He knew it could be no other.
Jack said,”Now, now, we meet again,
McKay, the man who survived,
When our gang fell down in Monterey,
Shot up back in seventy-five!
Our loot you had on your ride!”
“And now I see how you spent it all,
And made it pay out in droves,
While I rotted away in sweltering cells
Far down south in old Mexico,
Imagining how this would all go!”
“You see this girl here, she is in my pay,
Since I heard that your son took a shine.
She played the damn fool, acted in love,
Until he’d bought into her lies.
And she led me here where I did find…”
“That a dirty skunk, yellow as can be
Built his home on the blood of my friends!
And all because this pretty young girl,
Your stupid, young son could bend.
Now then, prepare for your end…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Took our friends to the airport this afternoon,
Don't like them going, but they'll be back soon.
We love having friends who we're comfy with,
Sometimes they are much closer than kith.
Gone to see family and friends far away,
We're happy that they'll be back one day.
Glad it is them that's going and not us,
For they're going to pay out in Toys-R- Us!
So we said not goodbye, but see you anon,
We will be waiting for the plane you are on.
Then it's back to normal whatever that is,
Until they are off again for a Christmas whizz.
So we said God speed and keep you both safe,
Until you're safely back from your holiday place.
© Dave Timperley 08 August 2016
To all those reading this, to all those that are awake
Take with you my love, it is there to take
Keep your spirits up; be they topped with a mixer
Raise a glass to all, for love is life’s elixir
May the New Year bring you blessings, blessings all around.
Even if it costs you, pay out for another round
I wish to all the best for you, I pray it will come true
And not only that, I have some plans especially for you.
You know who you are; at least I’d like to think
So raise a glass to us, go and have another drink
It will keep you calm until we meet and knowing I love you
Until we meet again, and watch the flame of love burn true.
©
Sure seems to require a lot of lot
Before Dentist will start in hot pursuit
Of a slimy cavity spreading tooth to tooth
Enforcing my idea that it is uncouth.
And to you a dentist sure can sock it
When they say you can pay out of pocket
And another thing, did discover that IT
Really represents and stands for Integrity.
Now if your warning system starts out early
Miss hearing and might find gates that are pearly
And if in dentist chair and feeling rambunctious
Smile might become sumptuous and scrumptious.
Before any poor patient should hear any of this
Always make sure your appointment don't miss
And mouth with teeth full of cavities can be
No longer in site and now part of history.
Let me know if you like it. They say
you have to try it first though. They
must be talking about tooth brushes,
dental floss and a flaming desire to
take care of your teeth. Oh, and make
sure you are sitting down alone when
you are reading this. Jim Horn
The public turned out
Ballots were counted
And the results read out
Surely that’s it
That’s how democracy works
Whether you like it or not
The will of the majority wins out?
But those who love money
Don’t like to lose
The markets have already had a pay out
From our National Bank
Added to the debt of the UK taxpayer no doubt
To sure up those bets they made yesterday
Speculating on the pound
Thinking during a referendum was a good time
To financially win out
Is nothing sacred in our land?
Sadiq Khan's plan is that
The City of London
Should make its own independent stand
Against the will of this land
And Boris now says
“There’s no need for haste!”
Despite campaigning vigorously for
The UK to leave (maybe he confused the UK with DC)
But today supporting the financial markets
Who now greave
As it looks like due to our democratic will
Those bad buggars in nice suits
Will lose their plum deal
Despite what the electorate said
They’ll never let us leave!
Oh Greece
Your vote also dead
Along with you I now seethe
So what can we do if democracy is
To be insulted in our fair shores
Well I refer you to my earlier poem
‘The UK EU Referendum Campaign’
589 days....
My friends
That’s all it will take
To get the whole rotten lot of em’ out!
So if they won’t serve that notice and
Let democracy have its day
We’ll serve one of our own
It states you have 589 days
To mend your ways
Get one to your MP today and have your say
Mine's got one coming his way....
Anna Archichek
Those of us living in the USA
too often hear Republican capitalist dogma
of The Great Trickle Down Theory,
in which those who have most
must get more first
so they can hire more who have least,
although perhaps without proficient wage
and without health care if avoidable,
to spread capitalizing wealth around
so we can become better day and night spenders
on all the thneeds and trinkets offered
in exchange for our consuming lives.
And so it was with raised eyebrows
I heard Donald Trump explain
to us unwashed and un-self-insuring masses,
that he paid so very little income taxes
because it is his sacred duty
to himself
his family
his stockholders,
corporately invested infesters,
to pay as little tax and operating fees as legally possible
so there is more to hoard,
and less and less to trickle out.
So, I guess this carries some tension
with Trickle Down,
becoming, more accurately,
The Upper Caste Constipated
minimal trickling out
of capital hoarding.
But, just in case you are listening, Donald,
which I know you are not,
but maybe some more responsible Republican employer,
I am quite sure that Wharton never spoke this lie
that you have any legal, much less moral, obligation
to retain as much wealth as possible
to re-invest in further corporate greed
to act as little trickling out as possible
while speaking in loud nationalistic patriotic
Trickle Down and Out!
to all us little people,
someday
Preferably after this year's self-congratulatory pay out,
made possible by all us humble caregivers
opening your golden ballroom doors for tips
and cleaning your several stressed toilets,
where yellow and brown
too slowly trickle down.
Nice sum
ho-hum
Figures
triggers
transfer
defer
Strict loan
bemoan
Invest
divest
credit
debit
Tax break
intake
Pay in
smart pin
Pay out
for nowt
Encash
that’s flash
Mortgage
bondage
Wage freeze
on knees
Account
discount
Trader
with flair
Bonus
focus
Crossed cheque
ink fleck
Price hike
dislike
Bank app
just tap
Bankrupt
disrupt
Assets
facets
Bullish
flourish
Bearish
finish
Blue chip
shrewd tip
Savings
cravings
Broker
joker
Launder
flounder
Money
sunny
Offshore
of lore
wealthy
healthy
Lodgement
judgement
Finance
by chance
Stocks crash
mad dash
Target
market
Angel
gainful
hubs thrive
survive
Kings of the earth demand payment,
they are like horse leaches crying: give, give
Never are they ever satisfied,
never do we ever give enough
Rulers love to collect tribute
to build their war playthings
We hate the vexation of taxation,
and all the hardships that it bring
What we pay out in blood, sweat and tears money,
is supposed to come back to us a hundredfold
But the kings of the earth, like greedy dogs,
they wanna keep it all
Paying your taxes is a given,
collecting tribute is a time-honored oppressive act
Obedience to the crown is the key to free living,
but give to God the things that belong to Him —
This is a spiritual fact:
We must never forget to pay that
Do you feel like you are are bound up in red tape and rules?
That are strangling your initiative,
Do you feel like you are wearing a strait jacket?
That makes bending the rules even a little,
A danger to your wellbeing.
Do you feel lost and alone?
As you wander around the fence line,
Looking for a gate to take your initiative through.
Does your computer now control the gate?
Making it all but invisible,
Except for the times it requires your help.
Does your boss encourage use of initiative?
Or punish you even when you have done good,
Because rules are rules.
Do the police clap you on the back when you avoid an accident?
Or they fine you,
Because rules are rules.
Does your insurance company pay out when you have bent a rule?
To their advantage,
Or do they refer you back to the rules.
Are you afraid to call out to someone on the opposite side of the fence?
To open the gate so they can borrow your initiative for a while.
Are you worried about the financial and personal cost?
Of showing that you have initiative.
Are you concerned that if you lose your initiative?
You will be blamed for that too,
With a fine or loss of your job,
Rubbing salt into the wound.
You are not alone you know,
I felt it too,
Still do.
Though once I got My jacket off,
Rolled up my sleeves and bought a new pair of wire cutters,
I found myself and my initiative in better health.
Sorry I can't give you any tips,
On when and where to use your initiative,.
That would be giving you yet more rules to follow,
When you should be following what is in your heart,
Which is the key to opening most gates,
For you and your initiative.
I look around and it is you I see
A girl who is a stock market catastrophe
You are a high risk investment that won't pay out
You put on your makeup like bathroom grout
I have no idea where you fall in the official rank
But your body can break a man's bank
So what you have changed the color of your hair
Your personality is a car without it's spare
Keep in mind, this is just me and my point of view
You are that piece of meat spit out because it was too tough to chew
You are the left over beer that wasn't drank
But your body can break a man's bank
Your face is like a painting that looks good from far away
Men still flock around you to my dismay
You are the results of an out of hand prank
But your body can break a man's bank
The perfume is not hiding the fact that you don't bathe
That tells me it's not cuddle time you crave
I give up, be straight with me
You are from the gutter, but men treat you like the queen bee
In a word game, your brain is the blank
But your body can break a man's bank
and I still don’t know why
you’ve done this to me
I’ve lost so much
and yet you insist
again and again and again
on making me lose more.
it was so much easier
believing you didn’t
love me
don’t still
love me
because then I don’t have to see
that I might still
love you too.
and I’m afraid.
I’m afraid that I’ll live
in the land of emotionality
too long
for me to pull myself out
and I’m afraid for the state
of my mind
my dignity
my self-respect
if that line rings
and you give me
all I want to hear.
and I still don’t know why
you’ve done this to me
I’ve lost so much
and yet you insist
again and again and again
on making me lose more.
if you understood
the toll you take
what I’ve had to pay out
to pass your bridge
you wouldn’t ask silly questions
that only bring you and me
more grief
and more tears
than are probably warranted
for I knew you
I knew of you
so I can’t blame anyone
but myself.
so
I still don’t know why
I’ve done this to me
I’ve lost so much
and yet I insist
again and again and again
on making me lose more.
Real Talk
WTF, I know I didn’t just see what I thought I saw
This old dude slammed on breaks to talk to a little girl
That could probably be his daughter, better yet his granddaughter
Look at her with her little itty, bitsy, tiny, winy, coochy cutters on
That keeps riding up her crack.
Advertise herself by turning her butt towards traffic
Her parents probably don’t even know
That she left the house looking like that
I wondering what this cat is thinking
Would he think differently if she was his child or grandchild?
How would he react if he seen a dude trying to talk to his
What looks like a 12 or 13 year old kid
Eventually he’ll get one of these little fast tails in his car
She’ll probably end up pregnant or on a milk carton
Then this dude is probably don't give a rats tail about her
After he gets what he wants
He’s probably going to be a dead beat
Which mean that I will have to pay out of my in taxes
To take care of a kid that I had nothing to do with
A nasty bastard....
Brothers please understand this is a generational curse
That needs to be broken
Think about the effect that these nasty acts have on society
On our daughter, mother, queens
Maybe even our first ladies are being raped
Which is bad within it self
Second if these babies end up pregnant
This will lead to more broken homes, more of our people on welfare
More single mothers, maybe turning to drugs, prostitution, or dead
At an early age
This is something that you can’t brush off
Because as a parents we have to protect our sons and daughters
This is just me venting and it’s
S.O S.A.D
Please help
Save
Our
Sons
And
Daughters........ Real Talk!