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COFFEE DRINK
It Almost Makes Me Want a Nissan Leaf
By Elton Camp
A car that has no way it can run on gas
For the moment, I feel that I must pass
For driving around near home it’s fine
But that type can’t now become mine
If only there were better ways to recharge
We could take trips both small and large
Now I am afraid that’d be out and about
And the battery’s charge would run out
Yet, how wonderful it would seem to me
Of filling stations and attendants to be free
When I was young, they filled up the tank
But now many are both rude and a crank
Receipt printer’s out of paper half the time
Asking inside is often treated like a crime
Wouldn’t be necessary if they’d do their job
But many an attendant is just a lazy slob
They are making a personal call on the phone
And make it obvious they wish you were gone
Both their breath and clothes smell like smoke
It’s enough to make anyone cough and choke
It would be just fine to me if there came the day
When we propel our cars in some better way
And the attendants could hunt another job
Where they want to hire a lazy, fussy slob
(All attendants aren’t like this, but many in our area are, especially Chevron.)
*This is my very first poem*
The “Evil” Banker
They chose to participate in the game of monopoly…
They now chant “Ohh, poor me, why must this be?”…
The same ones now insist…
“Government…set me free.”
They wished to play with the “evil” bankers…
They now blame their misery on Citi, Chase and other banks…
The same ones now cry…
“Those demons left me eating Ramen and franks.”
They made the very foolish decision…
To purchase Pacific Avenue, Marvin Gardens, or Park Place
When they should have thought practically, realizing
Connecticut or Baltic Avenue would have filled the space
They hurried to cash out their very own fortress …
They now call the banker “punk”
But never thought twice while buying
60” HDTVs, 1000 gig ipods and other useless junk
So, to those who chose to battle with the banker, remember…
No one forced you to sign away your glorified trailer
Take responsibility for yourselves and
Stop crying about it three years later
Hunger Made Me Do It Without Him Signing My Contract!
My pockets were empty and my stomach was growling. He called at noon wanting me to
care for his cats for a week, saying he’d pay cash. Because he was in such a hurry, he’d
leave the key for me under his mat. Going against my lawyer’s rules, I agreed.
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