the market for a crime is,
the pension for a crime
mind your own crime is,
mind your own business
a owned business is a owned crime
a owned business is a owned market
a owned market is a owned crime
a market is a owned market
work is working a crime
work is working a business
work is working a market
a market is to work a market
own is owning,work is working
own is owning,business is business
business is business,pension is pension
a working business is a working pension
a crime is a working pension
a crime is a working crime
own is working a crime
own is working a business
own is working a pension
Staring out at the bridge
Empty was his fridge
In a United Kingdom dungeon
World crumbling
Canary needed attention
Wondering about pension
Off to Stamford he went
Figuring out how to pay the rent
When he arrived Chelsea honestly tried
And before the brake
A goal they did make
Leaving Canary with nothing
Except relegation while huffing
Then puffing
Keeping it close
Canaries did not roast
Dreaming a shot went through
Everything would be level between the two
It did not happen
And Canary returned home flapping
Pensioners gave the song birds a chance
To perform a shirtless dance
Leaving them with a thought
After they fought
Saying, “We are back on top
Not ready to stop
Winners of the lower division
More mature then those having high profile missions”
Next time when things are down and out
Remember this lesson to think about
Do something with that pension check
And tomorrow there could be successful respect
Banks
I stare each day at my available balance
And I wish I had more in the pot
I feel as if I’m under constant surveillance
By the hierarchy, who know what I’ve got
They’re waiting to pounce and I know it
They want to smuggle my funds away
They want to increase their pension and profit
And charge me a penalty each and every day
But still they offer me a card or a loan
With rates of interest way above the base
Wanting to cut my finances to the bone
And help me lose my car, my house and my face
We’re here to help, they tell you
A friend who’ll always be by your side
But all they want is your indebted soul
And hunt you until there’s nowhere to hide
So, bankers; hats off to your enterprise
And all the good- you say you do?
But I’ll keep my money under the bed
And make sure I never give a penny to you.
David Cox
Dennis Mansion
tension gentian
pension pinching
8/30/19
James Edward Lee Sr 2019
At last the final day has come
that ends a lifetime’s work,
from dawn to dusk
and even more
I was not one to shirk.
But working lives must come and go
and I retired today.
That means
I do not have to work,
though now I’ll get no pay.
A pension earned by many years
of paying UK tax,
at current rate
six hundred pounds
a month, shared taxman’s axe.
So now I’ll draw my pension,
I really cannot wait
for my return on income
I invested
in the state!
For this income I invested
I can claim without a doubt,
if I can just live
fifty years
before they lay me out!
Ivor G Davies
Fox in the henhouse
retirement nesteggs eyed,
bond market shakeup...
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