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Nice sum
ho-hum
Figures
triggers
transfer
defer
Strict loan
bemoan
Invest
divest
credit
debit
Tax break
intake
Pay in
smart pin
Pay out
for nowt
Encash
that’s flash
Mortgage
bondage
Wage freeze
on knees
Account
discount
Trader
with flair
Bonus
focus
Crossed cheque
ink fleck
Price hike
dislike
Bank app
just tap
Bankrupt
disrupt
Assets
facets
Bullish
flourish
Bearish
finish
Blue chip
shrewd tip
Savings
cravings
Broker
joker
Launder
flounder
Money
sunny
Offshore
of lore
wealthy
healthy
Lodgement
judgement
Finance
by chance
Stocks crash
mad dash
Target
market
Angel
gainful
hubs thrive
survive
To all those reading this, to all those that are awake
Take with you my love, it is there to take
Keep your spirits up; be they topped with a mixer
Raise a glass to all, for love is life’s elixir
May the New Year bring you blessings, blessings all around.
Even if it costs you, pay out for another round
I wish to all the best for you, I pray it will come true
And not only that, I have some plans especially for you.
You know who you are; at least I’d like to think
So raise a glass to us, go and have another drink
It will keep you calm until we meet and knowing I love you
Until we meet again, and watch the flame of love burn true.
©
In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.
Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye for womanly curves.
His favorite worked in a house downtown,
With dark hair done up in curls,
A woman who’d ‘broadened’ his world.
At first it was cold, but that all changed quick,
And they soon were a regular thing.
She taught him skills a man needs to know,
Really took the boy under her wing,
And knew how to make his heart sing.
But his father said “Boy, don’t fool yourself,
That damned girl wants nothing but cash.
And many a man has found himself broke,
Chasing after a professional lass,
You better get over her fast!”
But Elliot continued, and went when he could
For weeks this went on, as before.
Until one day she asked to meet his kin,
Not the act of some common whore.
She must have loved him like never before!
They went to his house outside of town,
His lady fidgeting and tense,
Elliot knew she must be nervous,
To be meet disapproving parents,
He prayed that his dad would relent.
She entered the home and father went cold,
His face truly taken aback.
His jaw dropped and he said aloud,”Clarice!”
Then she shouted outside,”It’s Mack!”
A new figure stormed in from out back.
A man appeared, a gun in his hand,
Pushing before him Elliot’s mother.
Elliot had seen his likeness before,
It was the felon Bloody Jack Carruthers,
He knew it could be no other.
Jack said,”Now, now, we meet again,
McKay, the man who survived,
When our gang fell down in Monterey,
Shot up back in seventy-five!
Our loot you had on your ride!”
“And now I see how you spent it all,
And made it pay out in droves,
While I rotted away in sweltering cells
Far down south in old Mexico,
Imagining how this would all go!”
“You see this girl here, she is in my pay,
Since I heard that your son took a shine.
She played the damn fool, acted in love,
Until he’d bought into her lies.
And she led me here where I did find…”
“That a dirty skunk, yellow as can be
Built his home on the blood of my friends!
And all because this pretty young girl,
Your stupid, young son could bend.
Now then, prepare for your end…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Here is 1 for
Ring , Ding
The phone goes
Hello bud want to go out for a drink
Meet you at your house at 6
Hello bud how's it going
lot's to catch up on
Now let's fast forward a little
more and bit later
A single step since entering the
bar
The 1 friend who phoned to invite
his friend out for a drink
Says mines a pint you get the
drinks in
I've got some spare coins i want
to throw into the slot machine
won't be long grab us both a chair
so long
Half and hour or more later sat
alone his friend returns and
eventually re-joins him
Downs his pint and says i just
won 400
But friend No 2 refrained from
saying well done my mate get the drinks in tonight's on you
Because he knows rather than
that what he is bound about to
say is this
Couldn't lend me 20 could you
please mate
I won and was 400 up but
threw it all back in plud another
100 my night out spending
money chasing the 1000 jackpot
Actually mate can you make that
50 i'll pay you back when i get
paid
I know that jacpot is poised
and about to pay out any second
now
Thanks your a good mate then
proceeds to the bar only
to get change
Forgets about buying his mate
a drink or the fact he has left
him sat all on his lonesome
Even though he is the 1 who
actually invited him out in
the 1st place and it is his
50 he is about to gamble
away and loose
And when and after he losses that
as well like a spoilt child says
to his friend
That's totally ruined and spoiled
my night out completely
Get us 1 final drink for the road
mate im off home
I don't know why i even bothered
to come out in the 1st place
Or more to the point
Why or how you have any friend's
left
Given the fact this happens not
some of time but the majority
of the time
And worse than that you know
you have hit the lotter friend's
jacpot
When the lesser of 2 evils
Is choosing between this 1
Or the other 1 who has 2 drinks
turns into a spiteful drunk and
blames the world for everything
Who would try and wants to
cause and could start a fight
in a graveyard
Or punch a vicar if he wasn't
willing to hand over his holy
communion wine stash
Do you feel like you are are bound up in red tape and rules?
That are strangling your initiative,
Do you feel like you are wearing a strait jacket?
That makes bending the rules even a little,
A danger to your wellbeing.
Do you feel lost and alone?
As you wander around the fence line,
Looking for a gate to take your initiative through.
Does your computer now control the gate?
Making it all but invisible,
Except for the times it requires your help.
Does your boss encourage use of initiative?
Or punish you even when you have done good,
Because rules are rules.
Do the police clap you on the back when you avoid an accident?
Or they fine you,
Because rules are rules.
Does your insurance company pay out when you have bent a rule?
To their advantage,
Or do they refer you back to the rules.
Are you afraid to call out to someone on the opposite side of the fence?
To open the gate so they can borrow your initiative for a while.
Are you worried about the financial and personal cost?
Of showing that you have initiative.
Are you concerned that if you lose your initiative?
You will be blamed for that too,
With a fine or loss of your job,
Rubbing salt into the wound.
You are not alone you know,
I felt it too,
Still do.
Though once I got My jacket off,
Rolled up my sleeves and bought a new pair of wire cutters,
I found myself and my initiative in better health.
Sorry I can't give you any tips,
On when and where to use your initiative,.
That would be giving you yet more rules to follow,
When you should be following what is in your heart,
Which is the key to opening most gates,
For you and your initiative.
Those of us living in the USA
too often hear Republican capitalist dogma
of The Great Trickle Down Theory,
in which those who have most
must get more first
so they can hire more who have least,
although perhaps without proficient wage
and without health care if avoidable,
to spread capitalizing wealth around
so we can become better day and night spenders
on all the thneeds and trinkets offered
in exchange for our consuming lives.
And so it was with raised eyebrows
I heard Donald Trump explain
to us unwashed and un-self-insuring masses,
that he paid so very little income taxes
because it is his sacred duty
to himself
his family
his stockholders,
corporately invested infesters,
to pay as little tax and operating fees as legally possible
so there is more to hoard,
and less and less to trickle out.
So, I guess this carries some tension
with Trickle Down,
becoming, more accurately,
The Upper Caste Constipated
minimal trickling out
of capital hoarding.
But, just in case you are listening, Donald,
which I know you are not,
but maybe some more responsible Republican employer,
I am quite sure that Wharton never spoke this lie
that you have any legal, much less moral, obligation
to retain as much wealth as possible
to re-invest in further corporate greed
to act as little trickling out as possible
while speaking in loud nationalistic patriotic
Trickle Down and Out!
to all us little people,
someday
Preferably after this year's self-congratulatory pay out,
made possible by all us humble caregivers
opening your golden ballroom doors for tips
and cleaning your several stressed toilets,
where yellow and brown
too slowly trickle down.
It's party time, you drank beer then wine
You’re over the limit but think you’ll drive fine
Can’t steer in a straight line, hit a Ferrari
The policemen arrive, they’re far from happy
Should have used a taxi or jumped on a bus
But you’re at the cop shop, there’s lots to discuss
Breathalyser is sky high and you turn quite pallid
When learning your car insurance may be invalid
But its Christmas time you drank beer and wine
You’ll be summoned to court and get a hefty fine
Get banned from driving, and may lose your job
Such a pity you put any booze down your gob
N B I understand that some Insurers have a drink drive clause in their policy and pay out for damage to a third party but not to the drivers car
12/26/19
He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.
Over nature, we claim to be master
To have control of all, is our intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our duty-to-care, shows we play jester
In self-cherishing much of our time spent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our populations growing ever faster
On expansion, we simply won't relent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our pollutiing waste is left to fester
For we will never pay out to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
Our pesticides are to control nature
We will not share our food is the intent
But this is now leading to disaster
Our proposed targets seem to get nowhere
For we have not the will to prevent
Over nature, we claim to be master
But this is now leading to disaster
I can see those machines all standing in a row.
That is where so many gullible people go.
All of those fools enter hoping to strike gold.
They come in from the boardwalk and the winter’s cold.
The machines emit alluring sounds and lights.
I see people in front of them during days and nights.
What is dumped into those contraptions causes frights.
Victims insert all their money without regret.
Cash goes in, and promises are what they get.
Those mechanical thieves pay out parsimoniously.
They take advantage of human greed and gullibility.
It seems those gadgets will operate without end.
In time, folks will know they are not a friend.