Pony-up, you owe the money
Your protests, not even funny
When you win, we pay up fast
The about-face ~ What a contrast
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee so that I throw up on sight
Of thee, and when my ire is at a height,
I grit my teeth and plot revenge for days.
My loathing for thee, cheater, takes its toll.
Thy empty claims of innocence, I scorn.
I caught thee thrice! My trust was from me torn.
To see thee broke and hungry is my goal.
I loathe thee with the passion I once spent
On sweet romance when I thought thee sublime.
I’d like to see thee living in a tent.
Indulge me as I tell thee one more time
I'd gladly pony up my last red cent
To have thee maimed if mugging weren’t a crime!
It could raise all this.
Or it may inflame that.
As Your vision spins
both ears start to flap.
So, hold on a minute.
No need to act fast.
Knowing those are risks.
Don't burn out and crash.
These Magical pills
smell like bad fishy trash.
Just take another hit
but pony up the cash.
Say, it gives You the chills.
With a gray itchy rash.
May erase this.
And deflate that.
Time to reckon
Time to stand
Stand back
Stand by
Bystanders
Bye bye America
America melting
American pie
Pie perfect
Piebald pony
Pony up
Pony Express
Express yourself
Express mail
Mail fraud
Mail-in vote
Vote USA
Vote going viral
Viral virus
Viral pandemic
Pandemic panic
Pandemic vaccination
Vaccination vexation
Vaccination nation
Nation notions
Nation divided
Divided by Party
Divide by color
Color me pink
Color me blind
Blind fate
Blind justice
Justice ACB
Justice supreme
Supreme Court
Supreme moment
Moment has come
Moment to ignite
Ignite the kindling
Ignite by lightning
Lightning strikes once
Lightning can’t strike twice
Twice too much
Twice ain’t right
Right to fright
Right on boys
Boys will be boys
Boys by stand
Stand …
Boys …
Only two things are certain in life,
death and taxes
You can cheat one,
but you can't cheat the other
Ooh, what would a person give to live
They would give everything ... and more,
if it was possible
I bet some wish
that the Grim reaper was the tax man
Then they could seek shelter from death
with a graduated tax-rate insurance plan
Strike a bargain for longevity,
then pass through the inheritance tax loopholes
Grease the Reaper's palms a little bit,
it would put a lot of cold water on those hot coals
When death is biting you in the butt,
guess what ...
you're gonna pay the tax man
his fair cut
So pony up
There's only two things
you need worry 'bout friend-o:
Death and taxes
Those two things are certain, for sure
The only two questions are:
which one gets paid first,
and where are you gonna go?
Will it be a tax-free trip to heaven on resurrection day,
or the tax trapdoor down to hell below
And that door
is sealed tight with no hedge fund window
Pony up..
Show you're tough
Prove to me
You've got enough..
Pony Up..
Rev it up
Fast enough
Life's a challenge
Show you're tough..
Pony Up..
A minute strong
Paves the way
Stay on cue
Don 't delay..
The start
Of a new day..
Pony Up.
04/23/15 Pony Up
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[Entry in Poetry Contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire 2-2-11]
Got a letter in the mail today
Right from the good old U S of A
I opened it quick
With my pogo stick
While wondering what it would say.
A citizen too often relaxes,
So much he forgets to pay taxes.
So pony up today,
Don’t blow this away,
Or we will hound you with dunning faxes.
With IRS and their undue threat,
They have placed their bet on a roulette.
I’ll acquiesce
When they confess
Otherwise they can sit there and fret!
(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horses. Thanks for the inspiration!)
I Hate that Horse
There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!
Horses Have Ears, Ya Know
“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.
Pony Up
“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”
In Our One Horse Town
We love ostriches. Haven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is *****.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!
For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest
society is easy
where's the world gone today?
nobody cares either way
society is easy
pony up a check or two
pay the government its dues
taxes are stealing?
taxes are what's keeping you free
society is brutal
in its non-brutality
someone dies and all's forgotten
how millions were murdered decades away
society is easy
but everyone's still got some reason to complain
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