Best Scrimp Poems

The Night looms over 

                                     The bed , stars...

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Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on 
algae and crustaceans
An elongated  neck spirals 
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette...

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Christmas day now over,
The turkeys now all dead.
While the bloated celebrators
Sleep their gorging off in bed.

No matter what it cost them.
(Though it cost the turkeys more),
They’d enjoyed the Christmas spirit
They’d invited through their door.

With plastic in their wallets
To finance their spending spree,
They ensured that all...

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In the world of pasta, there’s one that can’t be beat.
And it’s made with zesty sauce, cheeses, and with meat.

Put some water on the stove; get it nice and hot.
Add wide noodles, fluted-edged, to the boiling pot.

Meanwhile, simmer your meat sauce. Nothing’s better than
what you’re...

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A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.

His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,

he bleeds and dies, his mama cries, the screaming sky is scarred,

the sheriff and his squad at hand are laughing in the yard.



Bob’s...

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Well, Railroad Bob’s done lost his job, he’s got no place for working,
his wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.
The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,
and boss’ in cabs are picking scabs, they count their money,...

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The wife and I just recently, joined the clan of scrimp and save,
But we’re hoping that this attitude won’t send us to our grave,
So we added to this latest fad, and put upon our plate,
That we’ll never buy another thing without a use by date.

Shopping...

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THE STRANGER MAN (3)

But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction
Where of the fate of the wind lies.
With same velocity on toward the hurdle
And whether...

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Once again it's that time of year.
The time that we've all come to fear.
   They take every dime,
   It's tax season time
And poverty's getting so  near.

All year I try to scrimp and save
And with spending habits to behave.
  ...

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What is bad stock?
Plasticine people smiling within Formica walls
Where hippy drains a fathers fool
As Ma Baker dominates the town 
By day before taking her draws 
Down...
Shes a ho.. He's a whimp
Out dancing with Lucy 
Sky high
So return with a bump to earth kids
And scrimp
And scrape
The...

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When people are in dire need,
And cannot afford food to feed
Their children wear ragged clothes
And holes appear in their socks and hose.
How do you explain to kids,
You've lost your job; you are on the skids.
How do you explain that they can't have toys,
Like many other...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured cheeks,
 before their prime.
Those innocents should never have to wrap,
their...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi
Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread
Drinking booze and gambling like crazy
Going to Bourbon Street just ahead

Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans

The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling
Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf
Where the real money is unfolding
And a...

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Spinning top doesnt stop
Nor does the pendulum on the clock
Sticks and stones on brittle bones
In the end its pointless what you own
Scrimp and save, still a slave 
Nothing follows to the grave
Sweet surrender, heavens tender
One life passes, another rendered...

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The day has cooled,
 into a recliner
muddied.
Rinse it off...replenish...repeat
mud sloughs off into somebody else's drain.
That's ok  because I'm clean again.
  
Recycling this mud of the mind
into porcelain, attic spiders
entwined.

Scrap and scrimp.
Grow fat again
swing the battle axe of id
growing thin.

Toss red flowers on mother's...

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