diddle-daddle idle chatter
many asked what was the matter?
he ran off to be a batter
running bases in pitter patter
bats he used would often shatter
titter tatter chitter chatter
time wasted said the now rich batter
he’s a big shot, said my cousin Datter
It has been said pictures are worth a lot
A photo of this wanna be big shot
Leaves no room for doubting
Like a child he's pouting
With want to rule the whole world, he's besot
The Fallen and Forgotten/
Used to be infamous/
Soldiers of the streets/
No matter how you going out with a bang/
You will be forgotten/
Your name to be added/
To the list of the fallen/
There's no going back/
Everyone gave you respect/
On the streets/
If not, a dose of reality will check you/
It's fine to be wanted/
And a big shot/
But, I will tell you/
You are just setting yourself up/
For a big empty space in prison/
Surrounded by concrete and razor wire/
The infamous will be fallen and forgotten/
Which will leave you lonely/
Locked away in a lonely state/
Wishing just for once/
Someone would remember you/
All the things you have done/
To make a name for yourself/
Hanging with so called friends/
That are not true friends/
In the end, none of that matters/
Because, you are just another/
One of the Fallen and Forgotten/
Tidal connection,
wild flowers woo a Clownfish;
Anemone bond,
give in give up a little;
Flourish and flow together.
Seeds of ambrosia,
birds fight over leftovers;
Mammals with munchies
pass around shareable plates;
It’s never polite to gorge.
Dancing Bryony
playing both sides of the coin,
grant don’t play my wish;
Trusted you with a secret,
don’t drown my faith in poison.
Peak of abundance,
blushed pizazz peppers the air;
Cherry Blossom blooms,
so whimsically festive;
Big shot missed their own party.
Calia purple,
always makes an impression;
Moths flock to its flame;
Hot swells of a royal shade,
such enticing perfection.
Honeyed Ambretta,
the taste of a Summer fling;
Perennial blast,
enjoyed but over too soon;
Sweet seasonal time share.
Don't frame in the midst
You might come across big shot
Bumped into a cyst.
Twelve royal labors, you faced each challenge hard and mean.
Claimed delicate favors; made good on stripping a warrior queen.
Amazon rider, you jump her bareback as you please.
You get soul deep inside her with the pretty lady on her knees.
You’re never idle, vanquishing lions, and hydras of course.
With harness and bridle, spurring Hippolyta on like a horse.
Amazon rider, you’re just a big shot bully boy.
Sitting firmly astride her is the only thing you enjoy.
Don’t you get tired of being such a tool of the gods?
So self-admired in parlous quests against the odds.
Amazon rider, I have to say I’m not impressed.
You're a cornered spider spinning your ego’s manifest.
On the night Harry met Meagan Markle,
He couldn't believe how she sparkled,
For she was quite a dish,
And he made then a wish,
She'd be his for he was already partial,
To the way that she stood, walked and spoke,
And he made it plain it's no joke.
He took her to wife,
And she ruined his life,
Compared to before now he's broke;
For his grandma is England's queen,
And folks bowed when he came on the scene.
Now he's Meagan's toy boy,
But she's still his joy,
He's too blind to see through her scheme.
She wanted to be a big shot,
But her beauty is all that she's got,
And with stars in his eyes,
Harry reached for his prize,
And wound up with a high maintenance snot.
She tried to cash in on his name,
But the royals won't play that game.
They called her trashy,
Said she was too flashy,
And that her whole family's the same.
I'm in a tight spot
this guns for hire
sure it spits fire
but only six shots
I'm in nightmare alley
down a side street
I see a red light
no black angel's in sight
there's no place to pray
no sacred way
just a frightened city
a place with no pity
I'm not a big shot
I got no big deal
I'm just illegal
looking to steal
the cops had me cornered
it's my last day
no reasonable doubt
no chance of a stay
the big house wants me
I want to live
it's time to quit
for the law won't forgive
this is my story
crime ain't no glory
just a public defender
my case out to tender
high walls of San Quintin
they hem me in
just a high window
no visits from kin
I can't tell a lie
each dawn I die
behind locked doors
but the damned don't cry
I'm for the big sleep
I'm feeling the heat
it's time for the pay-off
my maker to meet
Here are the lyrics:
Got a dream that seems so far
With just himself and an old guitar
Taking a ride to a roadside bar
Plugging in to be a big big star.
Chorus
Just a young man and a 40 year plan
And workin that plan day and night
Cause a wife and child wont let him be wild
Got his whole damn life on the line
But dont cry for this man
He's making his stand
Cause the 40 year plan is goddammed lie
Ain't looking to rob no one
But been working two jobs son
Ain't enough week left at the end of the money
Man he's laughing but it ain't funny
When you're working a 40 year plan
Bossman calling at 5am
Gotta find them keys man
Little one's sleeping all upside down
Old lady passed out from a night on the town
She's working the 40 year plan
Got home just a little late
Trooper pulled over on the interstate
Talking bout smelling some beer or some moonshine,
Step out biy and walk the line
Cause I'm working my own 40 year plan
But tonight's a big shot
Give it all that he's got
Put a tear in aone young girl's eye
Break out of the plan this time
hardball demagogue
ruthless big shot Willie Stark-
women, gambling, guns
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
You’re so bourgeois,
it ain’t materialistically funny
You’re so smug, lady LaDeda —
you’re a maven for making money
Always turning your nose up,
and looking down
at poor, working class people
Thinking you’re better than most everyone else
because of what you got
You’re so bourgeois,
I hope that Dom Perigon don’t give you gut rot
You’re so smarmy, lady cougar —
you believe your own press, that you’re some big shot
But you’re not
You’re just that same bratty little kid,
whose nose was always dripping with snot
Somewhere along the way in life,
you came across a piece of money ...
now you think you’re so bourgeois
Class is more than a custom car,
honor is more than a huge house
True success is not measured
by how much is in a bank account
But you still don’t understand,
do you, lady Bourgeois —
money can only take you so far,
before it drops you
into a river of cash flow funk
Riches got wings
that can fly away,
sending you back into poverty
Such an empty feeling,
ain’t it Bourgie lady ...
No green got you turning so gray
H-ard act to follow,
A-n exceptional lady wins;
K-now her secret to success,
I-t's her hope that begins.
M-ore good lessons to learn from her superior skill;
A-ugust twenty-fifth day, it's difficult to equal her frill.
C-ertify the big shot,
A-s it's tough to match her shadow;
L-ady of such excellence
I-s a hard act to follow.
from dust
we didn't get decuess
so let no fess
we will over people
the big shot sinnere
WE THE PEOPLE
ARE THE WINNER
theyer on top
own parking lots
now won't fame
you are the blame
read the sign
they lay on the beach
cot
some or small mine
BIG SHOT
Saturday, February the 14th of the year 2015
It's no Valentine's Day in the Great White North
It's the big Hockey Night in Canada
And to these fans, it's a night of epic rivalry
Saturday nights with the blue and white
Trying to play with all their might
Saturday nights with le bleu, blanc, et rouge
Trying to play all the way through
When the moment the puck drops,
A person's normal heartbeat stops
When the instant the puck hits the ice,
A rival's heartbeat is anything but nice
Toronto Maple Leafs - the long shot team
Will bring their honor to battle for this rivalry
Montréal Canadiens - the big shot team
Will bring their torch to burn on this rivalry
Two teams will battle for a victory right
Only one team will have victory upon being loyal
As for this Valentine's Day hockey night
There will be no love in Montreal
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