Short Bottom Line Poems
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There was a woman of Rett
who alas was constantly wet.
She took a chance
wore extra pants.
But folks sat by her with regret.
beauty fades,
personality is the bottom line,
pretty boys get faded jaded,
personality remains ,
sublime..
Don Johnson
If a million people read your work,
or possibly just one
What then will change, the numbers feign
—result still zero-sum
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Really can't believe my good fortune
This tale I'll do my best to shorten
The real bottom line
Was her yummy behind
It definitely relieved my damn boredom
(aka "Trump's Bottom Line")
Cartel Jesus launched an old crone
High over Trump's Wall on a drone
Our Border Patrol
Went out of control
Snapping photos with their iPhone!
Naughtiness is the name of my game
Writing serious no longer earns me fame
Seems I'm stuck in a rut
Must write about smut
So my BOTTOM line is I can't be to blame
Really can't believe my good fortune
This tale I'll do my best to shorten
The real bottom line
Was her yummy behind
It definitely relieved my damn boredom
© Jack Ellison 2013
Son Scottie drives a Porsche, had a broken antennae
Took it to the shop, must wait for a part from Germany
Six weels later
Arrived by freighter
Wrong part... bottom line, buy a Hyundai
For young'uns out there, here's some advice
Stay focused on the prize, you won't live twice
Take advantage while here
Impress all your peers
Being the best Souper Pooper, always be nice
Business before pleasure
Are you a big spender
Mortgaging your heart
For lustful endeavors
Straddling your bottom line
Leveraged with burgundy wine
She wants a quick merger
Before your numbers decline
For young'uns out there, here's some advice
Stay focused on the prize, you don't live twice
Take advantage while here
Impress all your peers
Being the bestest souper pooper, always damn nice
Don't be fooled by calories listed on products
I'm certain they twist the truth a bit for profit
The lower the calories listed
And the truth is twisted
Bottom line is more moolah in their pockets
Naughtiness seems to be the name of the game
Writing serious stuff no longer earns me fame
Seems I'm stuck in a rut
Must write about smut
So my BOTTOM line is, I can't be to blame
© Jack Ellison 2015
Charlie built a big box, the home where he resides
Just a poor starving poet whose last name is Sides
His budget went over top
Bottom line loss had to stop
So they repossessed his box - top, bottom and sides
Love can be strange, love can be a hoot
It can make you crazy, make you jump through hoops
Bottom line though is this
Love is complete bliss
When that one comes along and your heart does loops!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I've never sat so long and contemplated
I start to fidget and get irritated
I have plenty to do that I find dreary
And just the thought of this makes me tired and weary
I must get moving although it's something I dread
Because I can feel my posterior beginning to spread
Pardon me, sir
But your fly is unzipped
Deeply offended
The ‘sir’ offered
To sock me in the lip
I responded in kind
We swung at the same time
Bottom line ~
Our teeth now
Like ‘pearls dipped in swine’
Let’s admit it and get it out in the open
That happiness is overrated, over emphasized
And hyped to the detriment
Of basic sanity and balance.
But the bottom line
Is that freedom is what we really need
And what when we get
Makes happiness a pleasant impermanence.
(8/3/25)
If we put the wisdom of providence on one plate of the cosmic scales, and the mysteries of luck on the other one;
the bottom line will turn out a third mystery. Let's say, our individual value in the universe.
Would not the deficiencies of one plate be made up for by the surplus of the other?
Sleep now precious, sleep and rest
I'll open up my treasure chest
And find a little gem for you
Shimmering words that say, I do
I do so love you, this morceau
I do so write for you to know
I do so want to tell you this
I do so long to feel your kiss
To leaven my load
I express in code
The pain that I feel
Still, nobody knows
To pass the time
I make it rhyme
Still, no one hears
The bottom line
It sounds so clear
To my, partial ears
Still others twist
The words they hear
It’s hard to heal
And learn to deal
When no one sees
The part that’s real
Form:
Shots ring out
people scream
Rivers of blood
it's no dream
Some have died
others live on
As spin-makers
prepare their con
Gun control pols
blame the NRA
Although in Congress
they'll have their way
The bottom line
every time
No one's safe
from rising crime
I did a bad thing for a good cause.
Put that in my ledger and calculate
the bottom line. Am I in the black
or red? Am I going to heaven or hell?
I did a good thing for a bad cause.
Good intentions build a road to hell.
Jesus Christ, I think You know Lucifer.
Talk, decide and put me where I belong.
Trapped midst bushes and brambles
No escaping their thorny briars
The harder he pushed and he tugged
The fying pan's oil emerging as fire
The Devil Himelf seemed to grin at him madly
O, how he yearned to flee, so badly
But he'd signed his name to fate's bottom line
One's word is his bond, ~ a mere matter of time
Miss Barker, let me say a word,
though this to many seem absurd.
Your attitude I find pragmatic,
not judgmental, not dogmatic.
So poetry is not your strength
though some will go to any length
to immortalize themselves in verse,
writing dogerell, if not worse.
Avoid concerns to you so alien.
Be what you are, a Pomeranian.