Cheapest Poems | Examples

Sprocket Man

The space race, now racing with rockets

Though cheapest, wore the deepest pockets

I hope that they're hiring 

Soon after a firing

Need a job at Spacely Space Sprockets

HELP US

Inflation keeps on rising it never seems to stop
food prices going up in the cheapest shops.

Winter fuel payment stopped for the weak and frail
people who speak out and protest being sent to jail.

Veteran's are sleeping on the streets in the freezing cold
vagrants have no age they are the young and old.

No room in hotel's or hostel's and houses in short supply
can not rent a private house the rents are to high

Doctors over worked nurses in short supply
 no beds on hospital  wards left in corridors where eventually you might die

YOU seem to be hell bent of bringing this country to its knees
JUST STOP LOOK INTO YOUR  CONSCIENCE AND DO SOMTHING PLEASE....

Cubist Composition

It’s all been decided for me
I was told to get up and go
To reap the harvests for free
Which I had no idea to sow
In a competition of fictions
The most plausible won
I bargained three new convictions
For the price of the cheapest one
I invested them in three essays
Which I was relieved to forget
I walked through the Roman arcades
I rested on faraway sand
I drank from the springs of wisdom 
And ate from the plates of good
Almost lost my immune system
Survived though wasn’t too shrewd
I bet this plot is predetermined
It’s all been decided, you see
I gave my word to return it
But still I keep it with me.

I’m not a mad man

I’m not a mad man 
I do the cheapest deal I can
But of appreciable quality though
Coz I gotta save that dough

I’m not a mad man 
I am rolling out my plan
And the only thing you’ll be dealt
Is to tighten your belt

I’m not a mad man
My creed is dearer than clan
Even though my kin feel the heat
I promise you that soon it’s gonna be lit

I’m not a mad man
Come rain or come sun
I have no latitude to retreat 
And all dance shall be to my beat

I’m not a mad man 
I want it all and now to be done
What was supposed to take years
Whether or not pain and tears

I’m not a mad man
I am the chosen one 
To make the hard decisions 
However precarious it be my position 

I’m not a mad man
Be a hater or be a fan
Be it the throng of friends or adversaries 
The coming success will call for anniversaries 

K. Muitherero

animal Thanksgiving agreement

bunny wanted to host Thanksgiving and we said yes
Not realizing the tastiest food would be watercress.
Carrot soup, cabbage jelly and the lack of starch or bread
Meant we went home ready for turkey, feeling unfed.

Next time, I will host it said Slobin, the Robin.
Not him! Chickadee whispered while my head was bobb’n.
He always gets the cheapest birdseed ever found.
The squirrel couple stopped in their tracks and turned around.

Well it could be us, Mrs. Squirrel offered, if nuts do please.
The mice shuddered, for nuts were not as great as cheese.
We finally agreed to start bringing our own potluck food.
And at the next Thanksgiving we were in a better mood.

Calculators of the Heart

   Generals measure the cost of war in human lives
     Soldiers toast its value in the cheapest of dives ...

   Their stomachs in knots all night and day
      Mothers find war's price too steep to pay

Under the Influence

I don’t know why I’m with her still
She’s a craving I just can’t kill,
She’s a habit I just can’t kick,
I’m an addict – she makes me sick

She burns like “China White” cut wrong,
Harsh as schwag from an unwashed bong.
As bitter as the cheapest beer,
As gentle as pure Everclear.

Her voice rings in my shroom-filled head
She is the meth comedown I dread.
She’s Oxy, fentanyl and crack,
The monkey stapled to my back.

The dragon I chased; she chases me –
The best thing I could do is flee.
But where could I in my hell go
That she, my drug, would not follow?

Clumps of Dead Grass

Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For the time between meals to pass

We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts?
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”

Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So we feed 'em horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home 

Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind

Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Surely has no value that's my assumption!

Cheque Please Blind Date Over and Out

Cheque please

If you will

Garcon

I have waited longer enough

And if my blind date

Bye some miracle 

Does at some point

Eventually finally arrive

And asks did I 

Leave you a message

In order to pass on

And give to him

Please won't you tell him this

Time waits 

For No Man

Especially 1 

Who can't be bothered

To arrive on time 

Unless he himself

Is Blind

Doesn't own or watch

Or can tell time

Actually come to think of it

If bye any chance he is in any way good looking

With a sexy body and is a bit of a catch

Nudge, nudge
Wink , wink
Know what I mean 

Apologize on my behalf 

For leaving as I had a family emergency

And promise I will call him

To reschedule A.S.A.P

And I promise and guarantee you

You will be in for and I will give you

The best tip of your entire life

So much so you may be able to even

Take the rest of the week off

Or afford the cheapest thing

On the menu here or glass of water

Nudge nudge
Know what I mean
Wink wink

School Never Taught Me This

School never taught me this:

As a mite upon the side of an angel,

Dawn in a place covered by

my hands across my face,

four pillars of goo goo muck,

and a cellophane chick riding

a llama with pink bow ties,

chasing a hurricane of black birds,

squeezing a heart-shaped sponge

in her putrid waters.

Morning cresting over NYC moans,

tender anima fingers thinner

than the cheapest french fries.

I slapped for spikenards telling lies,

between light and darkness is

the unbearable truth: why so many

parents perforate the skin of abandoned

sweet children. Forever. Wish I had more

(opportunity) like chances like embers

to burn these bones to leave nothing:

nor leafless flowers but splattered love.

It's a game exchanged inside multiverses

of fruitless labor for the human mind.

:: 05.24.2023 ::

Hidden Secrets

If there’s scars on your heart from the times it’s been broken 
Write it down to get it out
Nary a word need be spoken
Cheapest therapy known to man
Burn it up in a metal can
Hidden secrets up in the smoke 
Ahhhh! The emotion it evokes

Consumed

Consumed

I remember in poverty,
eating ramen noodles,
daily.

Beans and Weenies.
Meatless sauce
spaghetti.

Rice, Rice, Rice,
without any real
spice.

Bologna Sandwiches.
Hamburger Helper
mixes.

Fried Spam,
and all kinds of meat,
canned.

Hot Dogs on a stick,
burnt to a
crisp.

Catfish from the creek,
yellow belly
meat.

Milwaukee’s Best.
Another broken
promise.

The cheapest smokes.
Always gotta have
those.

Colon cancer, Rectal cancer,
lungs and
brain.

A hole too deep,
at least six
feet.

Same old hole,
no matter where you
grow.

Nigerian Patriot In Us Detroit

Ade is a Nigerian patriot
But permanent in US’ Detroit,
There, charming Nigerian Flag hoisted,
Bared schemes upon him foisted…

Ade, The Rare Nigerian Patriot,
Scarcely planning to leave Sweet Detroit,
Shall unfailingly shoot all of them,
Giving his Giant. causeless problem:
Politicians who might risk Rigging
He’d begun their graves a-digging:
For them the cheapest US caskets,
A little costlier than Mum’s baskets;
Never to stubborn pressures relax
On compatriots evading Paid Tax…

To keep performing civic duties,
From where he had kept quaffing fruities.

Clumps of Dead Grass

Eating a bowl of shredded wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For each horrible meal to finally pass

We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”

Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So feed 'em these horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home 

Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind

Damn shredded wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Absolutely no value is my assumption!

Vain Labor

Max would in all things take special care,
Still he fell into the cheapest snare;
With blistered feet racing like mad hare
But bouncing bank with badly burnt hair!

Cases of cheery news often rare,
He’s beginning to think” it’s not fair!
Claims of “I’ve been doing what is right,
Yet it’s Not by Power or By Might;
Max’s job to detect where he does lag,
His guiltless feeling “Real Filthy Rag…”

Max has to doors ease open to light,
The one shining in him dimly bright
Or it is he against Vain Labor,
In the end to not a thing savor…

He may his Max Name change to favor,
To stop impressing A Lost Favor.

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