Long Dinero Poems
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Monarchy Martyr!!!
Hardest of bargaineers, and pioneers,
Chat feedback on how we don't care,
Lend me an ear, fear no savage,
These fake dramatical cats wearin their lives backwards,
Shhhh, crack a backwoods.
Tis' funny, the world just caving in,
The worst from within,
Manifest and sparks my quest,
I'm here to build a nation,
Map it out and destroy temptation,
Then renovate thought,
Sip on right now high stakin,
While some crooked eye cop
Playin the corner sooo hot,
You can smell the bacon,
Steady moves we're makin,
School principles for rapist,
Murdered by math teacher,
Dating my 8th grade friend
For free lunch and straight A papers,
Something for nothing, better be the bravest,
Blue jean, black tie, sharp eyed badged gunmen,
Colombine freak minds on my block,
41 shots and free Amadou me,
Forget the runnin!
My heart goes out to those who struggle,
Millenium men with power beyond muscle,
Feel my fury!
These corporate world threats,
Most late bloomies, came to do me in rudely
Yall should ride with me,
See why men die and strive for free,
Like a black man i'm proud to be raised in these means streets,
Like a Rob Dinero in heat
We chastize the wise for knowledge intelligently,
Sooo, captivated i hate it,
We're only half free, a different type man,
Sober off henny , drunk off reality,
Casually conquer catastrophy,
My main goals to grow old past chapter three,
Their after me !
Monarchy Martyr.
Columbus was not the slightest bit offended
At King Ferdinand's dismissive sound
When he declared the world was round,
His was not a plan that very many comprehended.
Though the queen, Isabella, thought Chris a fine fella,
Her spouse wanted nor hair nor hide of it.
"The horizon", he snarled, "marks the edge of the world."
But Capt. C. was convinced that the horizon was not the edge of the world and that India was somewhere on the other side of it.
"Well, the subject is moot, Spain is broke, we've no loot.
Coffers practically bare, no dinero to spare,
Such a venture is out of the question.
Why not Egypt, or Malta, or Crete, or Gibraltar,
Or something cheaper that we can invest in?"
As Chris started to go, Isabella cried, "Whoa!
Let's dispense with pecunious tomfoolery.
Though we've no ready cash for a project so brash,
I could hock some, or all, of my joolery."
So three ships were anointed, and westward they pointed,
And the horizon they bravely set sail for it.
But the monarchs soon bailed when Chris' treasure search failed,
And to Spain he returned, but no honors he earned.
Instead, he was stripped of command and put in jail for it.
Later, of course, his accomplishment was plain,
And a whole New World was laid open for Spain.
No, Columbus wasn't looking for America when he "found" it,
He just couldn't seem to navigate three caravels around it.
For Columbus Day
October 10, 2022
I have a friend called Bob Beaubobble
who trains unusual pets to juggle
assorted items frequently fumbled
by freakish fish or octibumbles
This hobby made him mucha dinero
which he put in the bank ‘with interest’ to grow
but while he was filling in all of the forms
One creature escaped from under his arms
Unseen in the dark, in the bank late at night
It bypassed security through the intranet site
And juggled and gambled to its hearts content
playing with our pennies until they were spent
Red-faced officials met the press in a panic
George Bush sent more troops to Afghan and Iraq
World leaders drew circles around toxic debt
then pointed their fingers to the country that started it...
The slimy old salamander sucks his cigar
as he drives to his office in a luxury car.
CEO though all see he's a feckless axolotl
without any shame, just a shed load of bottle.
He's safe in the knowledge, while his bank has been drained
A huge bonus is scheduled to keep him retained
and cash will be pumped from the taxpayers vains
soon he’ll start things all over and gamble again.
Why is that when
you ask someone of money
things change:
One that has been chatting
with you suddenly stops.
He wouldn't continue in
the discussion.
Neither will she answer your question.
What power does money have.
That all always want her:
Littlun,aged and juvenile,
All want to rule over her.
Immediately you say:
'Please i need money,can you assist me?'.
The unmute becomes mute.
His inner man is stirred,
Her sacred interest is protected.
One who respect you
Withholds the respect ,
because of money?
Giving out gives back:
in cash,kinds or virtue.
Money tend to control many feelings,
That they like the wind
range as regards money's rule.
When i have i give out,
But when i don't i ask.
But why is it that when i ask,
People don't seem to give?
But before people ask
i willingly give out.
Many profess to love,
But cannot give out money.
Afraid of stranger?
But you're a stranger in the earth.
One who seem to be your friend
Turns overnight to be your enemy
because you ask for money.
Why?
17:01:02:20:43
Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those
people, que jente, mi gente,
What people, my people
Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget
Kept in my place
Just no escape
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk
Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivi!
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más!
A slave no more
No longer a slave!
From my book "The Big Apple
Turns Brown When You slice It.
2002 Authorhouse.com
Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those
people, que jente, mi gente,
What people, my people
Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget
Kept in my place
Just no escape
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk
Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivo!
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más!
A slave no more
No longer a slave!
From my book "The Big Apple
Turns Brown When You slice It.
2002 Authorhouse.com
Justice demands that the guilty must pay
But Coke and his posse did not see it that way
July 7th 2001
in came police
And the killings begun
The Shower posse arm to the teeth
3 days violence a lifetime of grief
More drugs and more guns more money and power
And No force or no army could take down the shower
The police under fire some dying some dead
Dinero o plomo , money or lead
Dudus is hunted Kingston is beat
They fight for the don they fight for the street
Coke and his posse joined At the hip
But unlike a captain he abandons his ship
The battle is raging but he’s nowhere In sight
Leaving his people he runs from the fight
A month Or 2 later it’s the End of his gig
As he’s Caught at the border wearing a wig
Extradited to the US to serve 23 years
And just like his farther it will all end in tears.
Te encuentro sentada admirando la nada
pero sé que en el fondo hay fuego en tu calma
me miras despacio, mas tu pasión en apuro
te imaginas mis caricias y me sientes desnudo
Me hablas sin voz de una entrega feliz
en la que nada se pierde, día de sol o día gris
me gritas súbitamente que te haga el amor
porque abajo ya no puedes contener el calor
Me insistes sin bulla que la ropa te arranque
y que haga contigo lo que me de la gana
que te tome entre mis brazos aunque sea por un instante
y que sin misericordia, te de un beso que mata
Te gusta saber que en realidad nada nos ata
ni el dinero, ni la rutina que a la gente aburre
contigo los secretos en la tumba se quedan
quieres que suavemente lo prohibido te susurre ...
Got a friend who is a comic book tripper
He loves to read them and talk about them
I grew mostly with Marvel
Seems the movies are making a big splash
Some people regard comic books as a low form of entertainment
While others are willing to pay much dinero for early issues
The Human Torch - an icon
Superman - another icon
I had a colleciton which I sold for $200
Comic book trippers
Where do they go
Until the next issue
When the heroes story
is continued
Where do they travel to
Comic book readers
In Israel - Japan - and the USA
Unite and draw some figures
Comic book trippers
Where are they all coming from?
The amazing, incredible, wonderful car
This extraordinary , inexplicable part of who we are
The big, the little, the long, the short, the bus
An exciting, capricious part of the kid in us
The clunker , the hybrid, the grand Roles Royce
There are dozens, hundred, for your choice
Depending on the dinero ,the dollar, the pence in your purse
Or if your a CFO, a poet, or a lowly nurse (me!)
There are just the wheels out there for you
Be they black , green, white or shades of blue
To be sure we love, hate, enjoy the automobile
Yes, for almost all of us it has an addicting appeal....