Let's go play on a fool's holiday
spending all the money we never saved
Live for now cause tomorrows far away
having a blast on a fool's holiday
Champagne breakfast in a five star hotel
rolling the dice for casino thrills
Cruising the Seine on a Paris eve
caviar and Kobe beef we feast
Tropical beaches to get us a tan
jet set life style without a plan
Burn those credit cards charge charge Charge!
fool's holiday living ever so large
And when those bills catch us coming overdo
what can they take when we got little and few
Bankruptcy court and seven years no credit line
but damn did we have one hell of a time
Let's go play on a fool's holiday
spending all the money we never did save
Live for now cause tomorrows far away
having a blast, too bad it can't last, fool's holiday.
Categories:
credit line, holiday, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Tail moves the dog or dog moves the tail ?
Who moves faster than Carol's e mail?
Who knows the recipe of relativity soup?
What is the blood group of Becky's latest scoop?
Who wins the battle of Xomba in Galaxy 3?
Who catches a butterfly in the woods of Innisfree ?
Who goes to west when east sleeps on feast?
Who cries like a cucumber when she is kissed?
Who builds a yellow villa on the cloud nine?
Who writes" I Love You" on Cindy's credit line?
Who milks a honeybee to make the Pandora cheese?
Who chases a Spanish lion in the Chinese seas?
Andrea knows the answers she is the poet of all
She burns the oil of moon after a sundae nightfall.
Categories:
credit line, fun, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Awaken in the midst of a war
Shaken by the catastrophe
Forsaken by the Lord
Sometimes it saddens me because we catch these bad dreams
These fractured philosophies
We are practicing immodesty
Judging demographies, is this autonomy, or a theocracy?
Tracking the rainbows path
Reached the pot of gold
And realized it was empty
This whole journey for what?
Sometimes it just gets me
We are trapped in the flesh
A head full of bad memories
A heart that's been over-stretched
A soul that has been immortalized, you could easily forget, a credit line of
neglect and disrespect
A spirit that has been tormented and drug through the woods
And left to die silently, no one can hear his cries, no one could see his
good
No one understands him the way they should,
He has these wings on his back and he wishes he could
Extend them and wrap around the universe,
And preserve this jewel
Categories:
credit line, art, courage, creation, international,
Form: Lyric
I’m the guy, who bought the house,
Well more than one in fact,
I bought the others with my mouse,
Online while snorting smack!
The deals were easy, I felt good,
Power in my veins,
My broker on the other line,
Raved, ‘Man you’re so insane’!
‘Roll with it’ I snorted back,
My credit line is good, as straight
As little lines of coke,
My broker understood!
Now I’m in recovery,
My self-esteem’s a hack,
I'm living in a cardboard box,
And my brokers got the sack!
‘Mortimer’ I often say.
‘Our day is coming soon’
He’s the guy, who comes around,
To feed me with a spoon.
‘I know you miss the Easy Street’
Morti says to me; ‘Count your blessings,
While you can, at least the sidewalks free!’
Categories:
credit line, funny
Form: Rhyme
St. Peter’s in the Loop
Chicago
Two minutes more, Father Cal,
and you will hear another
of my strange confessions.
Right now, I’m outside
watching the rain
run on my glasses
in rills.
Once again I’ll confess
the usual stuff
with a few variations,
none essential, all accidental,
the same plot, the same ploys,
the same frenetic tale
I have always to tell.
Next week, though,
it will be different.
Next week, I’ll say,
“Father Cal, it is I.
You know the rest.”
Next week, I won’t make
a long list in the grill
across from St. Peter’s.
I’ll swig on a milkshake instead.
Father Cal, you and I will both profit.
Donal Mahoney
Author's Note: When I do not hold the copyright to a poem, I have to publish the credit line whenever the
poem appears elsewhere.
“St. Peter’s in the Loop”
U.S. Catholic Magazine
205 W. Monroe St.
Chicago, IL 60606
February 2009
Vol. 74, No. 2., p. 51
Categories:
credit line, faith
Form: Free verse