Hate Money Poems

Now Israel’s a southern estate
Irate Texans squeal feeling hate
This deal in their rear
Is a long horn’s bum steer
But cash gift cards trump this debate...

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Hate China from poor
And make money from the rich
The oligarch rule....

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Perfection as a goal demands correction;
accepting mistakes requires some reflecting..
Call me a square if you like but I'll admit
when it comes to money, I keep...

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 I needed a job to pay the bills
not knowing what I was getting into.
A telemarketing company if you can believe
selling pieces of Titanic’s carpet...

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Five days of hell
on the phone, selling lies
and pieces of the Titanic carpet.
A sinking ship of a company
with a captain who gropes and leers
and a...

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Hi my name is Money
Some call me honey
(But ain't nothing sweet)
I'm kinda cocky cause I know that people want me
I'm what you crave
Work for
Sell your...

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Came back for no good reason, other than making a splash
            Recoiling in horror,...

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(Note: This poem was written shortly after the 2022 Olympics and after Richard Branson and Jeff Bezos rode their rockets in a new space race...

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Teachers quitting at record rates
     Why face daily violence and hate
  Public schools face colossal debt
    ...

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Even those with account large
Do not fancy the least charge:
Men with riches as their badge
Could later on sing a dirge 
Try to involve some cheap...

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Don’t seize a bad debtor by the neck
Nor the man who did your chances wreck:
A seized neck gives not back a lost chance,
Your mistempered palms...

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He remembers it before it arrives,
To collect a far one hundred miles drives, 
To keep stalling payment his life deprives,
Better he ended up in beehives…

The...

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Wonderworks
by Michael R. Burch

History’s
mysteries
abound
& astound,
found
(profound)
the whole earth ’round,
even if mostly
underground.


The Procrastinator’s Creed
by Michael R. Burch

It’s always, “Tomorrow, I’ll do it.”
Work? I eschew it.
I never collect...

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You're in my head
It's true. You're there.
I led you in 
Showed you a chair

We sat to talk
I made a brew
I shared my thoughts
You shared a...

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Why aren't words spilled, have voices stilled?
Our protest songs barely a squeak.
Have we grown inured to a hateful world,
now rest on our laurels, so to...

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