It’s a lovely winter’s day, isn’t it
Gotta spend it the same way as I did
Yesterday and days before, what a thrill
Hope to find today some more time to kill
Off I go, with some money to burn
To the Spar and back again to my home
Got a little celebration to throw
Put some music now I don’t feel alone
Honegger’s 4th, why not, just for fun
Then I may incline to Band on the Run
Then it can be Free, or Bad Company
Something that is much admired by me
Wine and music, watchers films on youtube
Seaside towns, with narration on mute
That’s my day, and yours might be quite the same
Play it loud, before the night ends the game.
He went on an ayahuasca retreat
searching for that magical seed
to lead him up the stalk to his soul's treasury.
This white-collar fellow with money to burn
sitting before an old shaman,
who'd so much to teach and
he with so much to learn-
They quietly sipped the potion -
the trip soon arrived
on a psychedelic current
virgin constellations branding the eye.
After this ayahuasca Odessey
he told of wonderful things he'd gazed-
secret places he'd breeched...
the mind expanding to the fringes of time
where he'd kissed a gilded silhouette of Jesus Christ.
He asked If I'd like to board the next mind expansion ride.
thinking about it for a second, I politely declined.
I was concerned about ingesting a bad batch,
clashing with a brass knuckled devil
mind erosion then total mental contraction.
I'm somewhat content strolling in sundial moments
reaching for the tail of miracles void of all earthly potions.
I am just an ordinary bloke,
I work quite hard, but I never seem to gain a yard,
Which way do I need to turn,
How come other people have money to burn,
I don't really want that much,
Just enough to live with a little to spare,
I don't have designer clothes to wear,
Just some worn out jeans and some 'T' shirts that are a bit threadbare,
But I just need to feel, relaxed and good,
So perhaps I should--
JUST ROB A BANK!!!
Dream home and career? Check.
Respect and prestige? Check.
Success? Money to burn? Check.
Yet, he still remains unfulfilled.
What colossus could be missing?
Date written: 06/13/2023
Tom did not care about a toss,
Or listen to his current boss,
He knew all he wanted to know,
Which made his co-workers cross.
Tom did not want to learn,
You go to work to earn.
Money to support yourself
Earned money, not pelf
Or money to burn.
You will eventually get the sack,
Because of the knowledge that you lack.
If you never change your ways
You will be broke to your dying days.
There is no way of going back!
There is a rocket firing off today
Sending a business adventure trip far away
With the thunder below
Up it will go
Looking to put technology in the sky
In a late afternoon scripted signature that everyone on the beach will wave bye bye
Falcon number nine is spending the dime
To climb climb climb
Calling the plays from the huddle
Very near to the pad for the shuttle
Internet interaction will be shared
In this mechanical bon voyage that has flair
Traveling to many orbits out there
Sixty broadband satellites will be dispersed
Into the vast universe
After the fact that been confirmed
Space X had money to burn
Linking the stars from above
With Intergalactic communication that fits like a glove
T Minus the launch will be here
Giving us new apps to play with next year
A broken bird repeatedly tries
to leap into the wind to fly away
only to have its freedom denied.
Desperate, it forcefully flaps its wings,
propelling itself to sever the string
that tethers it down to earth...
but is continually shedding its feathers
And no one is around to see it struggle,
no one to cut the string binding its legs.
If only this songbird could speak,
it'd tell any soul in sight its true plight
This helpless bird, a lonely woman...
trapped with man she doesn't love,
and vice versa. She longs to fly
the coop and finally taste the open air
but is tethered to controlling husband
with money to burn; she cursed
by financial dependency.
Date written and submitted: 08/22/2019
Giant Tiger or GT Boutique, has gained tremendous fame
A classy discount shopping thrill, I'm not pulling your chain
Mo said if money's your concern
It's means less money to burn
You and Christian Dior might be seen boarding a plane
How many lifetimes do we get to enjoy
When we're done, are we done or come back for more joy
Hope I'm rich on return
With money to burn
Or perhaps come back as some rich woman's toy
How many lifetimes do we get to enjoy
When we're done, are we done or come back for more joy
Hope I'm rich on return
With money to burn
Or perhaps come back as some rich woman's toy
It's the Ninth of November
By Franklin Price
11/9/2015
It's the ninth of November
It's time to remember
I've much to be thankful for
I've got a good life
And a wonderful wife
Many friends and family galore
Got food on the table
Still walk 'cause I'm able
Have a leakless roof over my head
Live in a nice 'hood
All my neighbors are good
At night I sleep in a nice bed
I'm retired, that's right
Have no traffic to fight
That means I'm older of course
When I worked it was fun
But I'm glad I am done
Looking back, I have no remorse
Hope you're as thankful as me
That's as much as can be
In enjoyment in life I am rich
Have no money to burn
But for little I yearn
And for little about which to *****
It's not long 'til Thanksgiving
Thank God I'm still living
In closing to you I must say
Hope you're as happy as I
That's as happy as pie
Which I'm going to have Turkey day
"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces!
Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high.
Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees;
Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly.
May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot
Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires.
Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched
And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire!
Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them,
For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues
None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit
That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'.
Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well?
Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod?
There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money
And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God!
Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news!
Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds!
Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter!
Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter!
Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.
Settled again on my bed
I started to look around,
another patient talking
on her phone was the only sound.
I sat and quietly listened
and sadly started to learn,
this poor frail old lady would
soon have money to burn.
Just because I’m not sat at home
but laid up in a bed,
doesn’t mean my house is free
for you to have and sell instead.
Sat there shockingly horrified
I thought how can this possibly be?
I tell you my opinion had definitely changed
by the time I’d had my tea.
I soon started to realise
that this woman was not frail at all,
by the time her visitors had been and gone
she’d driven me up the wall.
I noticed another patient
and of her I have this to tell,
she was oh so sweet and lovely
not at all like the other one from hell.
She told me her name was Irene
and it was day two of her hospital stay,
we chatted on our beds for a while
then decided to end the tiring day.
At the drop of a hat, your life could change
If you win the big jackpot of ten million
You'd have all the things you've ever wished for
And every day would be bright vermillion
With money to burn the world would be yours
You'd have nothing to hold you back
You could live like a king, demand anything
There'd be absolutely nothing you'd lack
Do you think you'd be the same sweet person
Or would money change who you are
Wouldn't mind finding out to tell the truth
Think I'd find the whole thing quite bizarre
Like to think I'd remain the same person
With both feet firmly planted on the ground
But money can change a person's perspective
And your whole life can turn upside down
Sure like to know how money would affect me
Would I become this financial tycoon
It really could swing either way I imagine
Could wind up just a filthy rich baboon
© Jack Ellison 2015
By Elton Camp
Howdy, Leroy, how’s you and you’rn?
I ain’t seed you since th' baby was born.
Livin’ way up hear in th’ mountain,
Of th’ days I sorta lose accountin’.
Well, Jim, as fur as I kin tell
We’se doing tolerable well.
Lulu’s marriage has at last been laid.
Wuz getting’ afeared she be an old maid.
Kinda bad fer her to be publicly seen.
When she’s wuz single at fourteen.
And Bubba’s got as big as a bear.
He’s ugly enough to throw a scare.
What kind of job did Bubba ever get?
He wuz always too lazy t’ break a sweat.
Fer him, schoolin’ wus a mite too tough.
Th’ schoolmarm made it mighty rough.
Bubba ain’t been around for many a day.
Because off to a college he went away.
Jim looked at Leroy with suspicious doubt.
Since he had to wonder what that was about.
Nothin’ like thet I’ve ever seed.
Why old Bubba, he can’t even read.
Hit must be you has money to burn.
How, in college, can Bubba learn?
Leroy realized that he hadn’t made it plain
How at a college big Bubba could remain.
You has plumb th’ wrong idea there, Jim.
Bubba ain’t studyin’. They’se studyin’ him.
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