Our laws are at best, temporary
for the SCOTUS can hear each appeal
And the ones which had once been decided
change again, with each new dirty deal
When the wealthy want new legislation
they refill their appointed Rep’s till
For America runs on the taxes
and the votes donors buy on The Hill
Our system is poisoned with money
as the votes are prepaid at campaigns
Afterwards, Congress files in the Chamber
to fulfill promised corporate gains
As the people live paycheck to paycheck
and appeal to their Reps in D.C.
All the capitalists label them
socialists
It’s unsure who the U.S. will be
Will the people who fund all the programs
choose a leader who knows how to fight
Or will we descend into darkness
where only the rich live in light
Pulling out my card.
Doesn’t seem too hard.
When I’m convinced of my wealth.
Despite new books on my shelf.
Despite sunglasses that are new.
I assumed by account was tried and true.
But when the balance is none.
I find myself feeling undone.
I want to go back.
To stop myself from getting snacks.
I want to undo.
Buying a shirt that is blue.
I hear honking behind me.
At least the receipt for my balance is free.
I leave with no money in hand.
I was going to go to the beach with sand.
But with no money for a picnic lunch.
I suddenly have a hunch.
That my friend will pay what is due.
But then the sky turns a strange hue.
Which helps me remember.
I owe her from December.
I guess I’ll go home.
With no where else to roam.
I know my mom’s advice was true.
That spending too much will make me blue.
I enter the foyer.
The smell of cooking makes me wander over.
My mom is making lunch.
She seems to have a hunch.
On the hammock in the yard, I sway.
I learned my lesson on this sunny day.
She hands me an iced tea.
I start to dream.
Of my paycheck tomorrow.
Which I can spend without sorrow!
Work, as fun as death
More, more, more, they want always
Sweet relief, paycheck.
freeze lamb cocoon
carrot boot
skeleton mist daze
stationed at kissing desks
I feel the implode of anxiety
within this sweathouse of labor and woe
telephones chime
with the sweet rhythm of security
being enslaved can be a joy all its own
ungrateful maybe
but a yet to be defined pay scale
can mean so much in a bunker
filled with high school grads
through the fog and thunder
of these cackling underachievers
who slam file drawers in disgust
a voice sweet and low says onto me
hey you wanna' f---
Paycheck
Paycheck
Come to me
Let me and
My savings
Rise
TWO WEEKS GONE BY,
AND WE EARNED ANOTHER PAYCHECK.
NOT MUCH TO SAY,
WITH TONS OF BILLS TO PAY.
WHAT DO WE SAY WITH SO MUCH TO PAY?
YET WITH EVERY LITTLE DAY,
WE FIND OURSELVES WITH TIRED EYES,
AND A WEARY SOUL.
LET US RENEW OUR LIVES,
AND BRING NEW PURPOSE TO EACH DAY!
GIVE US THE JOY, HEALTH, AND WEALTH
OF AN ABUNDANT LIFE,
WITHOUT JUST, TWO WEEKS GONE BY.
LET US BE GRATEFUL EACH AND EVERY DAY!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
NOVEMBER 25, 2015.
you see my car
think am a star
we set a bar
and had this to say
well i live day by day
being homeless
AM ONE PAYCHECK AWAY
life has its ups and down
you feel its on the ground
hard times around
this i can say
what day by day will play
beind like this homeless
AM JUST A
PAYCHECK AWAY
Smells like power
But tastes like chicken
Administrative duties
Make my pulse quicken
Repression wears a tie
Arrogance sports hose
Make Bossy smile
That’s how the garden grows
Timeclock sphincter
Clamped down tight
Constipation of thought
Absence of light
Artistic fire snuffed
Sculptor’s hand inert
Bottom line worship
Trade the smock for the shirt
Corporate aorta
Chocked with fat pride
With toad-lust for power
Freedom must collide
AND THERE’S NO PAY CHECK ON FRIDAY
I revel in close calls
And what I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead
I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling
Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have already met
I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through haunted ,lengthy and eerily dark halls
It frightens me when I hear the sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being a junkie such a difficult job
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
AND THERE’S NO PAY CHECK ON FRIDAY
I revel in close calls
And what I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead
I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling
Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have already met
I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through haunted ,lengthy and eerily dark halls
It frightens me when I hear the sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being a junkie such a difficult job
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
"If you're living from paycheck to paycheck, you're living beyond your means."
When I tell others this they tend to get angry at very high extremes,
but then what do I know?
I'm just a hard working blue collar Joe
whose bank account is never low.
I've had all of the same responsibilities,
such as paying my debts and raising a family,
yet all of my peers are filing for bankruptcy.
I am the senior cashier in a store.
Most of the time my job is just a bore.
My co-workers are great
So the job I can't hate.
The paycheck is all I'm really here for.
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