Salary Poems - Poems about Salary

My salary isn't pretty My choice, a tuk-tuk, not a Rolls-Royce Neither extended eyelashes nor done nails A God-made light skin, short natural braids My salary isn't pretty When I am riding on the top I'm always prepared when asked to stop No moaning, I'll be gentle and go slower Only go harder when asked to go faster My salary isn't pretty "What...

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Democracy The politicians have no common sense Collect their pay and sit on the fence They don’t benefit me or you Tell me now, what do they do? All they say is a brand-new lie They won’t feed you, but watch you die They get everything they need for free Nothing left for you and me And I wonder if we vote again What will...

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My salary, 'commensurate with responsibility' A politician's ~ on his ability to rob you and me...

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My master is the government don't act loyal to me makes me live in hell, ...

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Cash should not only be your main concern Burn against the error of our time and you will See the proof in your future husband! Defend your heart Let a hermeneutical perspective live inside you If your man makes you cry, wipe your face Do not let money be your only issue Do not worry too much about burning calories Face reality Destroy the...

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Contrast There are always work left for the month... There is always a lack of salary for living the month...

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You are worth more The cure might be in understanding The deceptive nature of your salary! Your purpose in life is beyond a salary But in reality many find themselves caught up In the dilemma that their job becomes their graveyard! Some are buried by their jobs because they are trapped in it! Often, a deeper understanding Brings out hidden aspects that we...

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To The Now-Pitied President No longer thought God-Sent The making of superb contacts For entry into cleaner contracts Is a command to avoid patched-up pacts And-trust-me – costs you True Logisticians Besides Sincere Magicians; If the packages are not to hit the rocks Or more keys appear with stubborn locks; “If truly thou seekest a final Turn Around That shouldest...

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Can you imagine a streak of good luck, When you're lucky even for no reason, When you buy without asking for change, When you don't ride like a horse? Money likes to be counted, And besides they are in the hands of go Who, without looking, goes to buy, Who does not wait for the salary to be given. Even love without luck...

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They talk so much but do little Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do When we used to walk distances on daily routine It was enough to say things can be made better Horses, bicycles and carts saved the bare-footed walks But oh, it takes so much a time and still exhorts our energy on sunny days Then...

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Salary man. I had been to a place I should not be, alone in a street with neon light and it was dawn. I saw a human river coming out of the subway running down some steps, filling the street with silence and the drumbeat of despair. Neon light shivered as the harsh...

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Both groups jest across the desk Rows of tight posteriors Drool in unification Till the crap appears. © Harry J Horsman 2011...

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