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Debt Is a Theft

Debt,born to the debtor and the creditor,
It's a test of intelligence-
Bridges the banks of income and outgoing,
The debts happen in air,
But the theft in camera,
Disowning the owning happens in air and camera,
Debts,debts and debts! in this planet of chocolates!
To deal in debt,networks work in uniforms,
Theft also a network working in many forms,
The rules governing debts count Seven,
It rules the in-debtor comes number one,
Debt is a net,
All, not know the net not know the way out,
In debt default is an act of violence,
It's not because the letter "B" going silence,
In the books of bad debts,no one is in the good books,
Debts become bad debts because the debt is bad,
Debts create more debts,a study in commerce,
Debts put in more debts is the subject of the universe,

Go rich but debt free!


Where We Meet

We all meet people on the internet

Some times better then that it just can't get

We chat and hear about their life

Find out if they have a husband or wife

This doesn't mean all they say is true

But  the way you type says a lot about you

For awhile we'll be perfectly content

Meeting all of them was never meant

Every now and then we take a little chance

Dinner, drinks and maybe try to dance

At times it's good memories we won't soon forget

Others leave us thinking " What a bunch of sh**"

Some times in life a chance we simply have to take

Hoping that a great future it will some how make

We may end up completely broke and alone

Creditor even calling every day on phone

We still find every adventure was worth what we got

Because without a past future is just same or is it not

We don't consider any a completely lost deal

They made me who we are in the life that is real

Wonder just next what we should do

We're completely alone but 100% stuck thinking of you!



 An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
© Bill Ryan  Create an image from this poem.

Money Problems

There’s a pain in my head that will not go away,
it sits there and throbs during most of the day.
With bills on the mat and no cash in the bank
and credit cards creaking… I think my ship’s sank!

The future is looming, my mind’s filled with fear
Why is it that living is so bloody dear?
With a wife and two children depending on me,
I’ll need more than pure luck to set all of us free.

Financial worries can make your life hell,
every ounce of your being, consumed by their spell.
We feel there’s a reason we should be ashamed,
so hide them from others to protect all our names.

This pain in my head, that will not go away,
Cannot be relieved just by earning more pay.
Its cure calls for direction, in leading my life,
and enjoying the love of my children and wife.

Living each day with a good share of fun,
whilst paying respect to what needs to be done.
But no need to worry myself ‘til I’m sick,
Just let the odd creditor wait for a bit.

You won’t go to jail for not paying a bill,
but your family will suffer, if you make yourself ill.
So count all your blessings, have fun on the way.
And dream you’ll inherit a fortune one day!

Ivor G Davies
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Living

Every cell in my body’s tweeting out pain
Something undiagnosed like a speeding train
Wants to kill my physical but not my brain
So I’ll just keep dictating my life’s refrain.

If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the former  like a roller-coaster dream
Always giving, ever flying
Ride tornados over rainbows where cities gleam.

One daughter has cancer, the other’s a mess
And the balance in the bank could not be less
The phone rings nonstop with those creditor pests
But me and family still see life as blest.

If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the former  like a roller-coaster dream
Always giving, ever flying
Ride tornados over rainbows where cities gleam.

My friend’s son passed last year, same age as my own
Friend lost their job, now could be losing their home
Loss is relative, attitude sets the tone
Someone’s always got it worse, so live don’t moan!

If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the former like a roller-coaster dream
Always giving, ever flying
Ride tornados over rainbows where cities gleam.


July 11, 2019
Form: Lyric

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