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There was man named Garrison,
and he lived the good life,
flush with that big trust-fund money,
he hungered for the night,
for booze and bodies tight,
the finest clubs were his domain,
his bar tabs were truly insane,
his one-night stands were numerous,
the affairs always light.
He was technically a lawyer
in his father’s old firm,
was kept on mostly for his name,
got more money to burn,
deserved not what he ‘earned,’
his condo was a bachelor pad,
wis many friends thought it was rad,
the women came and women went,
an ever-constant churn.
But Garry saw no problem here,
he was ‘living the dream,’
ladies and drugs, mountains of cash,
the dreams of quiet teens,
a hit in every scene…
but his father just sighed and said,
“Keep it up and you’ll end up dead.”
Still Garry saw no issue with
enjoying his own green.
Though as he went through his twenties
he noticed a strange thing,
every time he lived it on up,
less pleasure did it bring,
less fun in every fling,
it was fun but not as intense,
at fist this did not make much sense,
he’d always so enjoyed this life,
now it wasn’t working…
And worse still was the growing pain
that he’d feel the next day,
sometimes it made him stop to ask
if he wanted to play,
Or at home should he stay?
He had achieved what most men want,
a wild life that he could flaunt,
so then why, when being honest,
did he no longer crave?
And then one day at twenty-eight
his friends wanted to drink,
the thought of it made his bones hurt,
so away he did slink,
depressed, needing to think...
looked at his life, what did he see?
Pregnancy scares and STDs,
and a handful of nights he’d slept
off his drunk in the clink.
Nothing to show for all his fun,
nothing that could impress,
the world did not care that he had
dropped many a tight dress,
everything seemed a mess,
and worst of all, he’d no savings,
he’d always blown through everything,
while his brother had made partner,
Garry himself felt less.
He would soon drift far from his friends,
far from the debauchery,
felt like a stranger in his own life,
some sort of refugee,
his path he could not see…
What was life now? He couldn’t say,
what once was clear now seemed so gray,
he wondered if this was adulthood,
searching for what to be…
Elsie the cow was slower than molasses,
that's why they finally decided to put her out to pasture.
With Stormin' Norman around you'd tremble with fear,
because all around him was lightning and thunder in the atmosphere.
I try not to get into too much of a habit, of trying to figure out
what nuns wear at the abbot.
It doesn't matter to me if I get burned, especially since I'm ashes in an urn.
Debby couldn't figure out why people's smiles would suddenly flounder,
till one day her new nickname was Ms. Debby Downer.
My dog is generally nice; his bark being much worse than his bite.
After cleaning up the elephant poop, I finally admitted that my life was a zoo.
Two's company and three's a crowd, but not after a polygamists vows.
My stomach would almost always get into a knot, till I stopped being a contortionist.
One hand always washes the other, especially if you always bathe with your lover.
I almost always kill two birds with one stone, that is why they don't fly in pairs by my home.
A penny saved is a penny earned, that's why I always have Dollar Tree money to burn.
The early bird always catches the worm, I know because when I do I've seen them squirm.
Money doesn't grow on trees, if it did then there would be no more leaves.
I try not to wear my heart on my sleeve, especially if there's no tissues around and I have to sneeze.
Well I guess its that time once again to hit the hay as I keep reminding the bales not to misbehave.
I try not to cry over spilt almond milk, especially if its an off brand and not the expensive Silk.
I want to remodel my kitchen I think, everything that is but the kitchen sink.
They alway's claim that Elvis has left the building, then why do I always still see impersonators making a living.
I walk around with a big chip on my shoulder, which is great because I sometimes forget to eat now that I'm older.
And finally, I hope one day when I kick the bucket, that it'll travel far enough to go into the Guiness World Book of Records.
"When it comes to money, you can't win. If you focus on making it, you're materialistic. If you try to but don't make any, you're a loser. If you make a lot and keep it, you're a miser. If you make it and spend it, you're a spendthrift. If you don't care about making it, you're unambitious. If you make a lot and still have it when you die, you're a fool-for trying to take it with you. The only way to really win with money is to hold it loosely-and be generous with it to accomplish things of value." - John C. Maxwell
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Listen to the lessons
Who remind me that I spend,
More than I can earn,
More than I can learn…
Is too much, too much, too much.
Listen to my conscious,
When I reach for the cart,
Shopping – my obsession,
When will it finally stop?
When will I park that cart?
Listen to the lessons
Who remind me that I’m broke,
Spent more than I am making,
Spent more than I can earn,
Spent more – don’t have money to burn!
Listen to my conscious,
When the cash is burning holes…
Deep inside my pocket,
Where they yearn to finally know
How it feels to go into a jar,
Saved from the shopping sprees!
Saved from their enemy, ME!
Listen to those bills, tempting me…
To pay with cash, pay with my debit,
Pay with credit – pay with anything…
That allows me to spend, spend, spend,
Spendthrift I am – spendthrift is who I hope…
To quit being, throughout the coming year!
My new year’s resolution, then…
Is to write X spendthrift,
When I take up my pen, to sign by the x,
Where I’m signing my earnings away,
For the next purchase that I’ve made –
As a NEW X-spendthrift, I hope that I can say…
Together with my money, I will finally stay,
Able to look at the future with savings that I pray…
Will keep me from poverty as I go on my way,
Keep me from the spending that took me astray!
Fun and laughter,feelings of a master,
smiling faces,going places
money to burn,things to learn,
lovely flat,lovely home,
safe inside a comfort zone.
Good clothes,good bones,good mobile phones,
feeling sweet ,life complete,
life getting faster, no thaughts of disaster,
a need to get higher,feeling on fire,
multi coloured lights,no signs of fights,
cannabis today,cocaine tommorow,
who knows after that which buzz will follow.
Introduction to new people,
life it seems it seems so simple,
working all week so my weekends are free,
concoction of drugs and a 48 hour party,
all drugs are on tick ill pay next week,
loving being on that ultimate peak.
Begin the chasing with frustration,
that ultimate high money can buy,
monday mornings allways daunting,
chewing the fat becoming slack,
struggle through with no point of view,
loss of my job i begin to screw,
now works missing my life starts slipping.
Jeckel and hyde,loss of pride,
hot and cold sweats,acumalating debts,
on a roll,spiral out of control,
all the things i never wanted to see,
leave behind my family,
blamed,ashamed,untamed,
unclean,unkept,unslept.
Start selling things like girlfriends rings,
never caring,never sharing,
waking up with beasts, girls with no teeth,
sweat pouring when i should be snoring,
on the street,blisters on feet,
all alone and insecure,
is this really what ive paid for?
Sleeping around on strangers floors,
glad just to be behind the safety of a door,
life damaged,life unmanaged,
yet still id use getting more confused,
damage done,no more fun,
a trail of destruction,allways ruckin.
Shadow running,paranoia bugging,
the need for highs,blinding my eyes,
scared and alone,sold mobile phone,
alcohol in bags,clothes in rags,
a life of crime now serving time,
hit rock bottom,no sign of stopping..........
Twists And Turns
Sometimes we
Get let down
With all the twist
And turns in life
To keep your head
Above water
You are ready and
Determine to fight
You find the cost
To feed your family
Is more than you can bear
And the worries shows on
Top of your head
With black and grey hair
You try to keep up with
The browns afraid of
Being left behind
You can’t afford that
Big white house
You don’t even
Have a dime
Your wife is on
Your back and
Your baby needs
A pair of shoes
You find yourself in
So much trouble and
Now you got the blues
Your job doesn't
Pay enough money
So now you are talking
About leaving
When you think you
Got it under control
This week you
Didn't break even
Now your kids are sick
From playing out in the cold
Little Johnny has a fever
With a red and runny nose
You feel bad inside because
Others have money to burn
Hospital garnish your check
Because you had no insurance
You bow your head
With a honest heart
Fighting tears as you pray
Sleepless nights, teary eyes
Believing there must be a way
Because life takes away
Whatever you earn
With all its twist and turns
Now you wonder
How some can make it
And other can hardly stand
Half supporting your family
Makes you feel less of a man
You can’t stand the pressure
So you want to go back home
There are times in the day when
You prefer to be left alone
So you figured out that life
Waits patiently for no one
A lesson that is well learned
And life doesn't play fair
With all its twists and turns
30 Rolls of Quarters
Miracle Man
1/6/2021
This Pandemic hasn’t been a great morale booster,
but no hill for this stepper for I’m somewhat a loner.
Some days are as hard as “putting socks on a rooster,”
and my parts are all worn out so I can’t be a donor.
The thing about aging is each day’s a discovery,
I’m always finding things I’ve hidden from Ern.
Only later to stagger on them and make a recovery,
My sweetie says I act like we’ve money to burn.
Today I uncovered a previously hidden stash,
which can’t be spent without parental consent,
We’re gifting these rolled quarters, to Daisy & Cash.
now they’ll never be entirely broke, just seriously bent.
This is what this pandemic has done to me. ha
When Ern’s in a “horn tossing mood”
I practice social distancing.
Because “She could start a fight in an empty house”
and she says “he will argue with a wooden Indian”
and is “so narrow minded he can look through a keyhole with both eyes.”
I think I’m “tougher than stewed skunk”
but Ern says I’m “all hat and no cattle”
I’m always accusing her of being tight,
but she says, ”she has short arms and deep pockets.”
but we both know it’s “almost time to put the chairs in the wagon”
but until God calls, “as long as I’ve got a biscuit, she’s got half.”
Tom
Fancy cars, money to burn
I'm not waiting any longer, it's my turn
Live a lot, die a little
Remain neutral, stay in the middle
Don't get involved, don't be a witness
If you are asked, just say you missed it
Quietly move up to a position of power
Make yourself strong, build your tower
Keep your enemies close, your friends closer
Let someone else carry the world on their shoulders
Look where you are, all you have done
You got there by looking out for number one
No understanding, no remorse
Just let life take its course
The minute you stop and regret
You will have laid down your hand and lost your bet
If you lie to a person, look them dead in the eyes
Have them trust you, then watch their demise
I have vacancies within my organization I need to fill
I will pay you to cheat, steal or kill
Come join me where I am
Then we can visit the Son of Sam
Keep clear of still waters, they run very deep
But you have no faith, so you will never take that leap
You are someone who is far too gone
You leave behind no legacy, when you move on
You are one of the many diseases that plague the U.S.
When you die, your position will be left to the rest
But at this moment you have the reins, keep them under control
Do what made you powerful, keep ridin' low
It is happening again,
As my dreams have surpassed,
My normal day-to-day experience,
And all of its too fast.
So then, my head screams, STOP!
And of course, I immediately hit the brakes.
At which time my heart asks, WTF?
Are you crazy, for heavens sakes?
Soon enough, my logic begins
In its battle with raw emotion,
Just as my search looks back
For any new found devotion.
What I find is a casual faith,
Based on lengthy promises and wealth.
Where my sacrifice is the first to show,
Well before my own personal health.
Then I realize, this is pure risk to me,
Yet to the other, It's an easy and solid return.
From my investment into the ethereal,
As if I have all this money to burn.
Here is when I begin to wrestle,
As hope and common sense begin their fight.
And while my fantasy puts up a good battle,
My realistic conclusion is victorious and right.
Since this leads to passing judgement,
Where I frolic back to that perennial square one.
I'll be compelled to seek another dream,
While hopefully avoiding a rerun.
My friends around me and on the phone,
I’m in a crowed yet still, I’m all alone.
No time to relax nor money to burn,
Yet still on my friends, I spend the money that I earn.
Don’t get me wrong, I do not complain,
Company I have, not wanting more to gain.
Yet despite all the company, Friend or Foe,
I fear what I’m really after, is not to feel so alone.
No Matter what I do or who I have around,
Without that someone special, Loneliness is all I’ve found.
Many have been tried to take that place,
Non have been able to fill that space.
All that have come before you now,
Have lied and cheated, destroying their vow.
I feel at peace when you are near,
But you don’t want me, my biggest fear.
Why I keep trying to win your heart,
I really don know, I hope I don’t go to far.
I try to forget how I feel about you,
But there you are, in my thoughts, and dreams too.
Without conscious thought or knowing my deed,
I may conspire to something, that makes my heart bleed.
Then, in floods the memory’s of past heart ache,
Feeling alone for the rest of my days, I guess that’s my fate.
I don’t deserve to be happy, that much is clear,
Destined to live out my life, Living my biggest fear.
She was once as strong as an ox
Now she lays in a wooden box
When she was fit and a young girl at that
The boys used to tease her
But she was still the one they’d wink at
She was pretty and knew her own mind
She was smart, just one of a kind
She married at seventeen
Not a man that she loved
Just, one she approved of
Chosen by her father
With the hope they may fall in love
She worked hard in the fields
Bringing food to the table
Every day digging and sowing
What she was able
They made a life together and she bore
Five sons and 2 daughters
He was away working there after
And though she worked her fingers to the bone
The house was always full of laughter
Her children were her life she kept them clean and well fed
And made them do chores to learn the value of bread
As the years passed her by her looks faded and tired
And her body grew weary and sad
when her husband expired
She never travelled or had money to burn
But her life was fulfilled and I never heard her yearn
For the easy life that I have
Now she lays there contented knowing in the life that she had
She did her best by her family through good and through bad.
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