There was a time when cash was king
Dead presidents used to rule the day
But time took over with a sting
As the number of your days was bargained away
Each minute was precious, each hour the same
You spent it wisely; life depended on it
Some got time back when they filed a claim
Adding precious moments as they saw fit
Blood Money
Ransom for a trade
Hostile blood money
Vendita for the victims
Bad guy on the run
A bloody weapon in hand
Manipulation runneth
A destructive mind-set
Mental disorder unbalanced
Morally wrong with a motive
With madness, no care for others
Another body bag
Murder mystery unsolved
With no boundaries
Another murder just for the money
Money for ransom
With blood on your hands
Dead presidents in green
Bloody bank note bleeding
Greed follows a dead end
No one wins
Another lost soul
Just for engraved images paper note
Blood money never ends
Another victim up ahead
Another story to write
Another violent villain
Hunting in the night
Only to worship money
The child of yours – first step and word
The sight unseen, the sound unheard
And kitten purring on your lap
Get to adore a real catnap
The lotto ticket which has won
And love that makes you feel reborn
To eye a friend, long-lost and found
Your troubles gone and you’re unbound
Ski wind is whistling, downward slope
Research’s complete and offers hope
Blue sea, white beach and cares gone
The two of you meet reddish dawn
An open road, beguiling forth
At home on planet we call Earth
Good book that shakes you to the bone
Lovemaking with the sweetest groan
“Dead presidents” are joy to hold
Remain healthy growing old
The old jeans fit, ain’t that a bliss
Remember your sweethearts’ first kiss?
We crave long life and seek delight
Yet everyone sees different light
List incomplete, I know it’s true
So what is happiness to you?
© 2022
Stuffed heads on stuffed walls
beady glass eyes glare.
The house is stuffed with horns,
tusks, fangs, and jowls.
The heads are taxidermized;
constantly maintained by moths.
The walls are filled with the mummified flesh,
not of slaughtered animals
but the bodies of Dead Presidents.
Teddy Roosevelt’s
elephant gun leans against a hollow elephant foot.
He baggad them all.
It was not considered a disgrace at the time
historical context is everything.
Years later Teddy Bears make amends
as best they can.
Money does not walk anymore.
It talks as if he were a dead best friend
that has let me down.
I want to nudge it
send it to loved ones
with a note saying:
"sorry this is all the talk I got."
Benjamin Franklin has closed his eyes
he stubbles a hundreds time a day
often into the wrong hands,
I don't even speak to him now.
Grant apologizes
for his shabby appearance,
and how he cannot now stretch
500 dimes.
A 2 Thousand year old mummy -
worth money
haunts dollar store shops
seeking Lincolns grave,
I could answer that;
it's now in my pocket
buried deep.
I've hugged the cold rock and walked with rubber legs.
Been planted like a flower, watching the bees do their thing.
The Ozian Wizards dual with silver words and pencil sized swords.
For a few dead presidents you can buy all the wheelbarrows you want.
The Spirit Kings sell their prayers for the simple price of Mahatten.
Monkey Bikers wear leather chaps and race their souped up rides.
Platinum snowflakes fall from heaven, where the streets shine.
Haloed Angels fly in formation, while muzak plays beetoven.
I asked God if He was real, only true believers heard his reply.
Iam looking for two pieces of silver! Willing to go downtown for that blue paper! Iam talking a doughle bag filled with dead presidents rest in peace to the leaders , Teachers not dealers!
Dodge a bullet!
Dance in the rain!
Smile with the sun, you are David conquer the giant within that wants to destroy.
Hug the trees for comfort! Blow tress for a steady thought , strengthen your heart these are cold nights have sight!
Tick tock the alarm ringing,
What is your wrist telling you to do?
One life , one heartbeat , two hands oh yes you blessed! Keep fighting , dive to greatness be the shark for life can be a bastard!
Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he once dreamt of shooting straight.Mumbles, who’s mom was a midnight walker. He was not named for that, butbecause he was hit in the head to much, as a tike and stays drunk, on liquid crack.Then there is Bboss, just because he says so and their ship goes wayback. Riding in circles, on the wavy vinyl streets.They roll up on their port, this side of an intersection, they cannot pass, for the other side its just to deepThey hop out of the grey primered lowrider and begin clubbing, off the hip.Clubing their wares, slingin caps, dumping on anything, that is hauling ass.The stray paint hits, an innocent ankle-biter, across the sea.The truth is black lives matter, unless you are a pirate, with a carbineand are colored blinded, by dead presidents.
4/30/2017
The orange man with a blonde wig took over when the circus shut down...He picked the best monkeys and clowns to play you a simple song called..."Great Again...Great Again"
It's showtime!
How will this program end? The puzzle is not complete due to a missing piece...
Where oh where could it be?
In the air or stuck inside his hair?
Stay tuned for the next episode it will play out well
When the dead presidents drag him down to hell
It's a blessing everyday
It could be worse
It could be better
Homies in a shirt I lace my shoes the face on all my haters ??
I must be be doing something right
Don't matter if I'm famous
Recognize Dead Presidents they come n go let's face it
Made the product boost
Took flight
made memoriestf turn faded
Once I dug my self a hole
Some homies started changing
I prayed to have no enemies
Do even have to say it ?
Lately I been working hard
The hustle I stopped chasing
Once u learn to ride a bike
U WANa keep on racing
The finish line ain't going no where
It's games you keep on playing
Ready for them obstacles
They shooting I turn matrix
Found myself all stoned with rocks
Started building my foundation
Pages of my life I saw
I think that's manifesting
Wake and baked then drank a red bull
That's life with no vacation
it's crazy how things happen
Weather beautiful or tragic
Fashion really don't mean ****
wear out your heart and handle ****
THE browning Version
ET> Unstrung heros Premonition
Enemy of the State
Good will hunting
Mystery, Alaska The family man
Galaxy Quest Hook ghost busters
CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
5 easy pieces Last American Hero
WITNESS
High fidelity
PULP FICTION
HEIST
Waterworld The Big Lebowski
GO TO WHITE CASTLE---DEAD PRESIDENTS
the scarlet letter
Nixon
3,000 miles to Graceland
Luke 11:9
And they walked away laughing--
It made me simmer.
The one with the long legs glared,
"You'll never...," she said-- and hot I became--
(sigh)
It doesn't matter.
The farther away "It" seems the closer I get
If I only had the Dead Presidents...
Dreams
8/12/'13
(Alright, this is for all you Einstein's out there--"What is a 'Dead President'?" Take out a dollar bill, if you got the picture already, then you can think you're pretty smart. If not, look at it. On the bill on one side is our nation's emblem in the form of a monument, statue, etc. On the other side is a... "Dead President".)
Walk out to get the mail
I get a letter from W. Fargo
They want to put my house in jail
My job doesn't give me much dough
Get up to an alarm
Go to a micromanaged job
Doing three positions at once
All those seconds to hours become a fog
I think of all the CEO's that brought this on
I'm not the only one
Millions know where this comes from
Money, money, money
Guess it's too late, it's done
Really wish that a few decades ago
When outsourcing and efficiency experts dropped in
That the generation would have had the guts
To value family over property
The fact they didn't drives me nuts
It's brought us to a depressing poverty
Dead presidents on paper are pointless
Big business should come with an ointment
I realized a while back
There's nothing more scary
Than someone with nothing to attack
So when everyone only has their families
They'll realize the greed is a ****ery
They can take my house
They can take my car
My dream was never to die with these
My loved ones,
They're what will make my heart go far
A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Eyelashes fluttering
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night
My ours the greatest Hero so I saith like a soldier throws himself on grenade not mentioned in Hebrews hall of faith this one of the cross hung a tree He made some cheer for their's football basketball baseball dead presidents or one alive that is how much more to love He that died for all how much more to wave to the one who gives moms dads preachers teachers as really as in heaven hope earth all will adore truth faith love life forgiving all freely Jesus is the greatest hope He is yours
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