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You brought a hundred dollars worth of groceries to my sales counter but you only have twenty bucks.
You knew you were bringing much more than twenty dollars worth of groceries to my counter, you suck.
People always bring too many groceries to my counter and can't pay for them.
Somehow, they believe that twenty dollars will cover it and that is very dim.
You brought a hundred bucks of groceries to my counter and I'll have to put them back.
I'm so angry that I'm giving you the finger and I don't care if my boss gives me the sack.
It's people like you who make my job more difficult and it's something that I don't appreciate.
I'm going to quit and get a job somewhere where people won't be near as likely to aggravate.
Old Frosty was a snowman
And how he loved that snow!
So crystalline, so pure and white;
Each year he’d grow and grow!
There are so many words for snow,
A winter lover's dream,
and all of them delectable,
especially with cream!
But Frosty isn’t happy
With life lived in the freeze;
He gazes in the mirror and
He likes not what he sees.
So Frosty took some action,
Got terrible advice.
The fix to all his problems:
Carving up that ice.
But when the next big snow blew in,
The plan just turned to ash;
The only thing not quite as big:
His former pile of cash.
The bitter pill to swallow,
As is the case sometimes:
Old Frosty needs a lifestyle change,
A move to warmer climes.
I wrote this at the last minute.
You know,
the minute before, I raced out the door.
I scrawled it out until the paper tore.
The thoughts I wanted to convey
about another hurried, scrambled day.
I spilled and splattered it on the page.
I was Jackson Pollock in a frantic rage.
My muddy, muddled words never tired.
My rutty, riddled will never expired.
This scratch was never worth any cash.
This paper crumpled and tossed in the trash.
On second thought, I recovered the script.
The meager text told a tale I never gripped.
I wrote this at the last minute.
You know,
the minute before, I raced out the door.
A time for golfing after the crime
Crime committed but do no time
American justice is that what you call it
When guilt is determined by the size of your wallet
The government doesn't care if it's not fair
As long as they get their fair share
If Capone had paid his taxes long ago
He would have been Mayor of Chicago
If you have the cash, judges sit in awe
And put your actions above the law
A push for gun control is really hot
So their friends, the criminals, won't get shot
Hail the defendant, put his name in lights
Deny the victim his civil rights
For child molesters we need to change course
I would recommend a vigilante force
We can't fix organized crime and that's a sin
It's our own fault because we voted them in
American justice will never be the best
Until we enforce the laws like they did in the Old West.
Seek sensuous shores
Clever cheer charms
Mindset moves more
Deft deed disarms
Precious plays ply
Sigh spreading sigh
Highs hurling highs
Play plunders pry
Dizzy daze dies
Deed describes dance
Sounds sizzle sighs
Crispy cash chance
Live lovely lines
Sensuous sighs speak
Dare deeper dine
Preach profound peak
Mind motive maze
Lift laughter loud
Halt hazy haze
Play petty proud
Pronounce prime play
Be beyond bore
Stay smiling sway
Meet many more
Walk wonder's way
See sensuous sights
Dare delights day
Live laughter's light
Cheer's crystal call
Fills flooding feel
Gloom grooms grand gall
Happy hope heals
Heap hidden hopes
Let love linger
Calm cheer can cope
Touch true trigger
Time tramples trade
Being bears blood
Gracious gifts grade
Free fickle flood
Now neither nor
Lift lovely lines
Sense soul's speed soar
Delve deep divine
Lovely lines look
Simple stuff said
Browse busy book
Prompt promise paid
Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore
When I say things like my mom did
When she was eighty years old
“He's so handsome, I can't believe MY EARS”
It's time for a home I'm told!
The train's already left the station no doubt
You're left there standing on the platform
Before you cash in your chips as they say
Someone feeding you will be the norm
Little things like forgetting your choppers
Or getting on the bus without pants
People snickering behind your back
As down the crowded aisle you prance
Some things are a little unusual they say
Like communicating with the birdies
In a language only you and they understand
Or when with a mannequin you get flirty
Wish me luck on the last leg of my journey
Had a blast without any regrets
Sure couldn't have asked for anything better
My life's been as good as it gets!
Hit Repeat
Written by Rebekah Shipp
June 6, 2016
When this sick beat drops
And you find yourself lost
Bass ALL up in your ears
And your eyes start to tear
When the treble pops your lid
It’s Casablanca all over again
Cause all I hear you sayin is “here’s lookin at you kid”
It’s too fast
You too fast
Flying lyrics off my tongue too fast
Suddenly I’m on your mind in a flash
Suddenly you know I’m here to last
It’s so much fun
Rhyming on my tongue
Like Celeste be sayin’
You better run, run, run
Throwing lyrics so quick
You must be stunned
Go, go, go, you got this son!
So please don’t fight
You know I’m right
I throw ‘em so swift
I’m outta sight
I must be tight
To the left & to the right
Everybody hold on with all your’ might
Cause it just might be
That thing you see
In the rear view mirror, Listening
Staring back at me
Whispering
We try so hard to keep it clean
We Riled up
Toasted up
I’m in your mouth
You know what’s up
So shut up
With that bass in your truck
Tryin’ to drop some bars
With your face in the mud
So please say a prayer for me
At night before you go to sleep
Before you drift & start to dream
Please plug me in and hit repeat!
So listen up carefully
we rollin up & down these streets
your bars are droppin to your feet
You know you can not count on me
Cause I’m the one
I’m still not done
Beats blazin on you like the sun
Yes I have won!
Now you have gone
deep down inside you still want some
Now lets try this one more time
Cause I am yours and you are mine
You think you Cash, then walk the line
Just like in time
As fine as wine
I keep on goin side by side
I keep on goin
Rhyme after rhyme
This is crazy
I can’t stop
I hit the mike
As his beat drops
I hit the stage as my flow rocks
I hit the page
My pen won’t stop!
What?! What?! How can this be?
He does it so dang naturally
His bass so sick
His bass so ill
My eyes wide open
Body chill
I call it null
He call it nill
I call it shrimp
He call it krill
I call it pane
It’s window sill
Now don’t you fret, I got the bill.
And now we done with this at last
It always ends up with a crash
And you got mad cause you got trashed
And now you sad cause you ain’t fast!
Don’t be sad…
A selfish desire nearly claimed a life tonight
I should have stayed away
I should have never returned
To try to make you mine again
You were happier when I was gone
You blossomed further
And my attempting to atone
I simply made things worse
You dream in a hospital
Surrounded by machines
Father is torn between relief and despair
How much will everything cost to keep you safe?
I should have called him first
The Healthcare system has screwed us
I'd have dropped some extra cash on taxes
So saving your life wouldn't bankrupt you
You're alive
You almost weren't
If I hadn't come back
This wouldn't be a concern
The guilt of the past was eating me alive
This new guilt threatens to consume what was left
It should have been me on that bridge
I shouldn't be here to type this
I have done nothing but bring desolation to you
And trying to atone burned you even further
You were right, there was nothing I could do
And I regret that you gave me that chance now
…Musk…
There once lived a hero named Musk.
Who found lies in Twitter’s big husk.
Truths were perverted,
Lies, huge, diverted!
Our leader goes to bed at dusk?
…Hunter…
Hunter has cash, babes, and hash.
A noble man, sure, with a bad rash.
But why should he care?
We pay all his air fare!
Fool, twirls in an Iranian sash!
12/8/2022
Entry for Anthony Biaanco’s
Musk Poetry Contest.
Welcome to the pickpocket’s ball,
Where thousands come to see the ball fall.
Packed in Times Square to welcome a new year in;
On the faces of petty thieves are plenty of grins.
Revelers smashed like a can of sardines,
With Artful Dodgers sandwiched in between.
Slipping hands into pockets to see what they find,
Their victims only have celebration in mind.
Wallets and checkbooks, a credit card or two;
Passports and cash, Broadway tickets from a few;
All make the booty of the pickpocket tonight -
New Year’s Eve a festive delight.
So if you feel the need to experience Time Square
Heed this warning and please be aware
That amongst this crowd doing the New Year’s Eve dance
There are a few crooks among them with a hand in your pants.