Best Quick Buck Poems

The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost
About hordes of aristocrats and...

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The streets, breeds…
These ghetto streets filled with hunger and pain,
Where civil hands toil in hardships but lives remain plain.
Walking the street corner at night puts...

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Cliche Heaven

Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
    and address the elephant in the room soon when...

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I received an exciting soup mail
I’m minted, with wealth off the scale
But I know it’s a fraud
By some bloke from abroad
These fraudster’s should be put...

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I saw a young man in the park
with a bottle wrapped in brown paper
I saw him drain the bottle to the last drop
The bottle shattered...

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Divinely bequeathed a blank-cheque-Jackpot; in your 
   possession is the golden ticket

   Sadly, many fail to decode it's often unglammed seed
...

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The life i live i didnt choose or did I?
Every morning i say a prayer,a chant 
Is anyone listening? I lie down thinking
How to escape?...

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"CHICANOFLY"


today they sit inside the day I spoke of many times.
they never thought it'd come true.
they never thought I'd be right.
all of what I was,
all...

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Are these words true?
what do they really mean?
many shops portray them
are people so very green?

So many are taken in
believing their every word
but it's not always...

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There was a lame duck 
Injured looking for a quick buck 
And feeling struck
Thankful for the merciful luck 
After being stalked and plucked  
Taking...

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LOVE as any worthy heart fascinated by the beauty of intellect ~ tell me, what Love is invited.

Dreams like awakened terrors of minds tearing my...

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It’s 8 AM in the morning and my friend got robbed last night.

That’s the result of a person going through hards times and not workin’...

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The Homeless shuffle have you done it, will you have to do it?
The homeless shuffle moving here, then there and everywhere.
You must keep moving to...

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Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale
The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and...

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