They say a picture may paint a thousand words
but I can't read what he wrote
household paint poured onto a horizontal surface
ain't what I call works of note
splashed with no pre-planned end-result
for art's sake to me does not art make
known for his 'drip technique'
yes he was a drip and no mistake
yet a few of his spills sold for millions
long after his prime
as a fool and his money are soon parted
and you can fool some all of the time
but if we pry the boards from his studio floor
and hang them on the wall
why it would be far more relevant
tho' still takes no skill at all
his splotches are not pictures of poppies
nor pansies petunias or hollyhocks
in fact they're really nothing more
than just a load of Pollocks
"A fool and his money are soon parted."
--Thomas Tusser
Money is the name of a fool’s game
Those who have it have more worry,
Often woes accompany riches and fame.
I don’t have that well-known name,
And I have no concern for getting glory
Money is the name of a fool’s game.
Denying any interest in money is lame
I know it’s an essential part of any story --
Often woes accompany riches and fame.
Although riches and fame aren’t the same
To get money, some folks are in a hurry
Money is the name of a fool’s game.
But I won’t be a naïve moth to the flame
Escaping the trap of an enticing flurry,
Often woes accompany riches and fame.
Some other things I must find to blame
Should I fall into a sticky financial slurry,
Money is the name of a fool’s game
Often woes accompany riches and fame.
Written September 12, 2022
*Being Conned*
Written: by “Miracle Man”
7/16/2018
My entire life I’ve considered myself high strung,
So I’m weary of people who treat me as if dung.
Some people borrow money without repay intent,
Then ask “can I work it out” once it’s been spent.
They look at me and see how I’ve been blessed,
And wanting a slice of my pie they become my pest.
A truism, “A fool and his money are soon parted”
Many times I’ve paid a price for having been bighearted.
I lend and repayment time bears attached strings,
Foolish people lend money so others can do foolish things.
I help the downtrodden sometimes questioning why?
While knowing, “There but For the Grace of God, Go I”
I asked my dad to sell half of his land and give me the loot.
I used the money to travel, drink spirits and hire prostitutes.
But my money soon ran out and I was forced to live like a dog.
I had no choice but to get a job and I had to feed a man's hogs.
My money didn't last very long, I can't believe how much I spent.
I returned to my father and I expected to be treated like a servant.
But instead, my father had a feast, we dined after he killed a calf.
My brother will get the rest of Dad's land, I was foolish to ask for my half.
I was so happy when my father was pleased to see me return.
A fool and his money are soon parted, that's the lesson I learned.
I slipped on a fry and hurt my back
Sue Burger King! said my lawyer Jack
I asked for big bucks
But Jack kinda sucks
Now I carry my stuff in a sack
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