Best Salary Poems

Both groups jest across the desk
Rows of tight posteriors
Drool in unification
Till the crap appears.

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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Salary man.  
I had been to a place I should not be, alone 
in a street with neon light and it was dawn. 
I saw a human river coming out of the subway 
running down some steps, filling the street 
with silence and the...

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You are worth more
The cure might be in understanding
The deceptive nature of your salary!

Your purpose in life is beyond a salary
But in reality many find themselves caught up
In the dilemma that their job becomes their graveyard!
Some are buried by their jobs because they are trapped...

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Contrast There are always work left for the month... There is always a lack of salary for living the month...

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Cash should not only be your main concern
Burn against the error of our time and you will
See the proof in your future husband!

Defend your heart
Let a hermeneutical perspective live inside you
If your man makes you cry, wipe your face
Do not let money be your only...

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   My salary, 'commensurate with responsibility'

     A politician's ~ on his ability to rob you and me...

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My master is the government
                don't act loyal to me
                makes me live in hell,
...

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My salary isn't pretty 
My choice, a tuk-tuk, not a Rolls-Royce 
Neither extended eyelashes nor done nails
A God-made light skin, short natural braids

My salary isn't pretty
When I am riding on the top
I'm always prepared when asked to stop
No moaning, I'll be gentle and go slower
Only...

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Democracy

The politicians have no common sense
Collect their pay and sit on the fence
They don’t benefit me or you
Tell me now, what do they do?

All they say is a brand-new lie
They won’t feed you, but watch you die
They get everything they need for free
Nothing left for...

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They talk so much but do little
Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do
When we used to walk distances on daily routine
It was enough to say things can be made better	
Horses, bicycles and carts saved the bare-footed walks
But oh, it takes so much...

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Can you imagine a streak of good luck,
When you're lucky even for no reason,
When you buy without asking for change,
When you don't ride like a horse?

Money likes to be counted,
And besides they are in the hands of go
Who, without looking, goes to buy,
Who does not...

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To The Now-Pitied President 
No longer thought God-Sent 
The making of superb contacts
For entry into cleaner contracts 
Is a command to avoid patched-up pacts 
And-trust-me – costs you True Logisticians 
Besides Sincere Magicians;
If the packages are not to hit the rocks
Or more keys appear with...

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