Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
I promise not to take the Mickey as far as I know
After all you maybe a John or Jane Doe
Of course you could be Uncle Sam in the USA
Possibly John Bull living here in the UK
Bob's your uncle if I took the Mickey out of you
Going even Steven would certainly not be true
Peeping Toms would check up on me
Robbing Peter to pay Paul as you can see
All this poetry work makes Jack a dull boy
Never take the Mickey its for you to enjoy
Read it and you will have the life of Riley
I guarantee a tear and perhaps even a smiley
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray,
counteract our fond expressions!
In a flash we use assertions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
we must pull back from the edge.
To the fore our fondest yearnings,
indiscretions disappear,
now abiding in the moment,
far from suffering and fear.
Along the highways and byways of this great nation I drive,
I see people struggling just to survive.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul,to try to live right,
They cry themselves to sleep every night.
They want the best for themselves and their child,
But settle for less in a world gone wild.
They fight with depression,anger and despair,
But keep a grasp on life because they care.
Some fall through the holes that life leaves,
To much dishonor,anger and to many things to grieve.
They get trapped by the bills and pain,
They try to look forward with nothing to gain.
They grab a rope,bottle of pills or a gun,
Away from this world is where they run.
To fast,this world we live in,
Why can't it be slow like it was,should have been.
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray
and counteract our fond expressions.
In a flash we use expressions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
'til we pull back from the edge,
and fulfill our fondest wishes,
indiscretions pass us by,
close to danger, indecision,
glad to smile and not to cry.
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray
and counteract fond intimations.
In a flash we use expressions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
lest we pull back from the edge,
and fulfill our fondest wishes,
indiscretions pass us by,
far from danger, indecision,
glad to smile and not to cry.
Love is true, no problem here,
no agitation, stress,
no words that tip the applecart
and leave us in distress.
Unless we're careful they will come
to set the cat among the pigeons,
dump our lives to disarray
and counteract our fond expressions.
In a flash we use expressions,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
no regard for truthfulness
as pride precedes the fall.
Words in haste, and acts of malice
kill our equanimity,
murder love, destroy the beauty
we have crafted tenderly.
All at once we're lost and lonely
grasping straws out on a ledge,
either way our lives could tumble,
'til we pull back from the edge,
and fulfill our fondest wishes,
indiscretions pass us by,
close to danger, indecision,
glad to smile and not to cry.
The world we live in is troubling to our eyes and ears.Tring to survive is harder then we have ever known.If we were not lucky to be born with a silver spoon in our mouth then it is even more harder.Just to get by paying the bills putting food on the table is the most boggling task in life. Robbing Peter to pay Paul is an everyday occurance.Our Government is in a deficite of some unknown and wonders why..We have money to help other countries but we have no money to fund our childrens education. Who will help them? Sure not our leaders they want us to pay more. Raise this raise that drop this drop that is their solution its all we hear read and see on the news.Where do they think we will get the money from to pay more when were struggling ourselves.tax credit what a joke.Taking from the little people giving to the rich is how i see things.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.