Scarcity Poems - Poems about Scarcity

Abject poverty it is said, must actually be honed, Then cultivated and even forced bred, This necessarily includes paper money of course, since they print it for free, offset by our taxes a means to oppress us indefinitely, at a rate of insatiable imposed debt by an inflated and obtruse nihilistic force, These aspects are...

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When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right They think profit is the devil,...

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Scarcity is good for rich in economy, bad for poor in need...

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Scarcity, most valuable commodity in economy...

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December is a cruel month an enabler of declines with the illusion of being the end of time... but the beginning of the downfall after the greed readjustments. beginning of the year the profit agenda unbridled threatens the weak poet is in macroeconomics....! Poor imaginative creator! faces reality of the high costs of living... Unthinkable expenses affront him! Search for help that will not arrive, because no one...

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As I move my body vigorously Announce it, announce it As I sharpen my pencil Relate to it Playing with my tongue Oooh, this is a mouthful As I reap the fruits of my work Announce it, announce it Enjoying the flexibility of my tongue As I start to write Honouring my words Showing off my intelligence Oooh, am I done yet...

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The by-nature amiable Peter Is now inconsolably bitter: At a filling station, a protesting sitter After his supplied mere one liter For this vulgarly insulting pump attendant Rita And threatening obscenities much fitter… But smiling Rita didn’t away words fritter Her sagacious silence proving the better hitter And smoldering Peter more reasons are given to grow heady, His long taut nerves refusing to steady: For...

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So much of what is frothy babble is laid before us as a truth when in truth it is but frothy babble. Each shiny coin newly mined and minted with a fragrance green as the grasses passes for a personage we would gather. Coins as friends, Ends justifying means, The aftermath of fruitful beans. Upon a curved light borne he hones his friendships as slivers...

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A scarcity most bittersweet; The scarcity of years Troubles not the days of youth, But - in time- appears The dwindling of our moments, A universal dread The dying count as beggars, The bankrupt count as dead...

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Society is but a volatile brew of a lucky few, and plenty of: Philosophers without portfolio, Scholars without power, Able men in a crippled world, Visionaries weary of worry, Artists bereft of brushes, Patient men ensnared by a rush, Actors craving for a costume, Pioneers ruined by pedantic loons, And simple men seeking the delight Of a quiet easeful life! Society is...

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The nation in question is a world largest oil exporter It citizens is be deprived of what she has Involuntarily long queues from night In petrol stations till dawn outside the same stations Makes the danfo drivers angry and happy with price hike Who will be sorry for the stranded commuters Is it the profitless street sellers Or the red hotted...

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Besieged by scarcity, they have fallen, fallen into adversity — the adversity of scarcity The rain falls, but their seeds grow not There is plenty, but their belly is empty They are the fallen, down by adversity — the adversity of scarcity Plenty to go around, yet they get not a morsel They are muzzled, for they have no muscle To...

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