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Premium Member In the Money or Not? - Mixed

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I would like to see
the day I win the lottery.

Just ten grand?

No, I demand,
you must rescan;

I cannot plan
a life as bland

as the one I'm living now!

Premium Member That's Entertainment

  Magic saw cuts assistant in two
    Pretty lady emerges good as new

  Magician pulls hankie from hat
    Dove flies away

  He tells you your name, DOB,
    even your fortune

  The man rakes in the money ~
    Entertainment’s portion

Premium Member Money

Quote By Poet "Money like honey is sweet to taste but money can sting you."

If money was the way
we would be happy everyday
then why are so many sad
they need more work and less play.


Work is good for you
makes you happy and not blue
brings in the money
now you can eat beef stew.


Why are the rich so unhappy
with their many riches they should be happy
somethings money can not buy
they sure dress very snappy.


They say money equals wealth
one can not buy health
money is just paper and coins
no mansion living in the commonwealth.


On the Way Up

I was oh so foolish
I finally got my way
I scraped and stepped 
on people, just let them lay
a sociopath they called me
I could only grin
they amounted to nothing 
so I never thought it as a sin.

Lost my children and my wife
didn’t play attention to them
I was rolling in the money
I could only grin.

Now I am an old man
big retirement under my skin
all alone 
day after day
 in a chair I simply sit
got a lot of time and money
I can only grin.

Premium Member Emptying the Pot

The golden pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
hands made the pot run dry
It is time to put a plug
in the money that flows
from pockets of people
take it away from eastern flow
because the westerners know
nothing good will come of it
the pot of gold empty now
colours of the rainbow faded
how will we ever refill the pot
not in my lifetime surely not.

Where Did the Lonestar Go

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Where did the Lone Star go ?
Was she served as a meal on the tables of corruption or buried alive by her assassins 
In the pits of devastation ?

Where did the Lone Star go ?
Did she run from our politicians who pay musicians to make known their plights, their new tacticians or Was she used as government officials’s salaries till all that was left of her was a broken administration?


Where did the Lone Star go?
Was she left untidy like a broken kitchen sink till her shiny nature got lost to rust or was she killed in the fourteen years civil unrest which led to our state of dilapidation ?

Show me 

Where did the Lone Star go?
Did she follow Susannah Lewis to the grave for fear of being tortured by her own daughters or she was tired of being the first sign of Africa’s freedom when her state was a sure sign of contradiction?

Where did the Lone Star go ?
Was she buried in the cash box of our rulers or lost in the money containers of our nation which led to her hospitalization ?

Oh ! How I wish to know 
Where did the Lone Star go 
so I would bring her back home
Announcing a new dawn for her,  a restoration


Premium Member A Pound of Flesh

A man of unquestioned probity in his community, stumbles upon
A hidden duffel bag in the woods while camping with his family
He pulls it out of the dirt and zips it open. The duffel bag 
Is stuffed with $100 bills. He turns in the money, in full
To the authorities the next day. His honest deed earns him 
Considerable, much-deserved kudos in the press. Unfortunately
He also gets the attention of an unscrupulous stranger, anonymously
Demanding "every last penny of my money back, or I'll...
Continue to make life a living hell for you and your family..."



                                                                     A ruthless demand
                                                          Stranger wants his pound of flesh
                                                                     Tough predicament




Date written and posted: 04/18/2019

Warts and All

St Francis Bay

Holiday Destination / Resort

Paradise astride the Indian Ocean

Eastern Cape 

South Africa

But out of Season

A proverbial virtual Ghost Town

1 out of 10 Homes have there curtains drawn 

Shut up until next season 

Which begs the Question ??

Why if you owned 1 of these Places ?

Why would you ever choose to leave here ?

If you could afford to buy here in the 1st Place ?

Its the kind of place dreams are made of ?

Makes me wonder how great your life must be ?

If this is merely your Parking Space for Summer 

This is merely my admission confession of Jealousy 

I wonder if they know just how lucky they are ?

I wonder if so 2 

My dream time rolling in the money will come true ? 


Dreaming is Ok 


But I would be lying if I did not admit

Id much rather prefer the real deal 

Warts and All

Id rather be Rich than Poor

Good Looking over Funny

Clever than Thick

Tall rather than Short

Six Pack over Layers of Fat & Double Chin

And Oh Yes

To top off my wish list

A Massive

10 Inch Dicktionary 

To Gloat About

Timeline and Testimony

Written By:  D. Collins 3/4/19


A timeline and testimony can bring anyone down.
Even those who seem to think they wear a crown.
Bring in the money man and get him to flip.
Corroborate it with that Michael Cohen ****.


Think back to WikiLeaks and Trump's major speech.
He had a major announcement he'd spill next week.
Then he postponed it indefinitely.
Because he jumped out in front of WikiLeaks.


That's diarrhea of the mouth you can't take back.
When timeline and testimony line up with the facts.
As far as I'm concerned, there is no discussion.
We will find tax, bank, and insurance corruption.


It will start at the top, and trickle down to the kids.
All will be accountable for what they did.
Timeline and testimony is what Mueller already has.
While the SDNY is preparing to tax that ass.

Uncle Frank

Uncle Frank got it right,
His ideas were quite bright,
He was seldom in financial plight,
As when things got tight,
He would sell things outright,
Not waiting till they fell apart,
And not worth a cent.

When Uncle Frank was again in the money,
He was never short of honey,
New gadgets, he bought a plenty,
His disposition always sunny,
Of debt, he barely had any.

Oh, why can't more of us be like Uncle Frank,
Seldom going to the bank,
Always having petrol in the tank,
Never throwing rubbish down the bank,
Making use of every plank,
Having time to play the odd prank.

Uncle Franks place was well worth a visit,
If on clean chairs you liked to sit,
Enough coal for a a fire to be lit,
No flies or rats to give you a fit,
Comics and Chocolates with the Kids a hit,
Adults thought it all a perfect fit,
When he produced his latest gadget.

Alas he is long gone now,
But he did show us how,
A mess not to grow,
To money, not have to borrow
And a sad face not to show,
When it was time for possessions to go.

Poor Little Dong

Hello there young fellow,
who looks rather yellow.
Can you flip sticks like this trip, chill out and be mellow?

I bet not when it's this hot because if this locks then you may just have a drip drop.

And let us not forget thought, whose feet grown a lot-lot, that you can't even fit into your own hippy hip flip flops.

Will you please stop? I wonder what not. Stuck in this zip lock, tied up with my upper lip propped.

Enough with all these games. Dang you sure are a pretty lame crybaby shame. Lit up like a flame with a gobs topping name.

Now in the money, you're afraid of being wrong. Lost in the egotistical dance, and in song. So stop hitting switches, stretching arms out too long. Because life is too short, like your poor little dong.

-end
6/04/2017

Attracting Opposites

Attracting Opposites

Drowning death in summers night
Saddened sorrows of sheer delight
Toxic tears of cascading falls
Abandoned Angels in satin shawls

Disenchanted dreams in the waking morn
Hurting hearts of Love's first born
Crucified cries of joyful tears
Decadent decisions of youthful years

Manic madness of a beautiful brain
Barytic blood of the sweet sugarcane
Schizoid shadows against the white washed walls
Angered appetites in the money making malls

Withered wills of the sound of mind
Demon dwelling in the kindred kind
Warring words in a “peace” of pie
Dubious denial in the ultimate high.



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Have You Ever

Have anyone ever thought
Deep thoughts about life
Thinking to oneself what if they ended all African American rights

As a firm believer that the past repeats 
Since history means  continuous chronological events

Do you believe it is the end? Look at all the prejudice we live in.
Have anyone sat and struggles on hints 
Like the fact history does not mean forever gone. 

history repeats 

Guessing some have come to sign these treaties.
But what if they let in the money hungry greedy? 
Does it make it right for him to take rights?
Now are they prepared to fight?

Look around at what the world is 
Be careful of what you believe in

Two Parties

Is every politician just interested in cash
It seems their lives are all corrupt and filled with so much trash

Is it just two parties where they’re laughing deep inside
They voted their own paycheck in so they could take a ride

They spend all of our money quicker than we spend
Then they try to spend some more; it never seems to end

Even when they are voted out their paycheck’s still the same
They are rolling in the money and playing at the game

They don’t listen to the people or balance budgets now
All they want to do it tax and tax and feed that big fat cow

They write so many laws we can never keep them all
Now we feel like criminals lined up against the wall

Our privileges and rights are getting slowly snatched away
We’ll soon be owned by the government when they have their day

Most voters don’t cast votes at all, yet complain about their loss
They say the idiots voted for their new politician boss

Is it all some real sick joke or a well thought out devilish plot
I voted and I put my dollar in, but look at what I got

Fire Wall

Someone's sneaking,
reading, peeking,
poking, prying, trying, seeking...
Seeing if your secret's leaking,
seeping through, the walls have weakened,
finding out the facts you're keeping
seeing through your thin disguise...

And someone's breaking
enter, taking,
entertaining, gaining, raking
in the money for the making,
staking out the doubt you're shaking
seeing through the You you're faking
knowing you're Just Living Lies.

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