Short Budgets Poems
Short Budgets Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Budgets by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Budgets by length and keyword.
DOGE boys Musk and Ramaswamy
Box their cold cuts with pastrami
They soon will behold
While napkins can fold
Budgets are not origami
A system of checks and balances
Is the fulcrum of democracy
Governments write many checks
But their budgets never balance
~ So how about plutocracy
Wise men
Somberly Pondering
Over Imponderables
What if.........
Why not .......
Cut, Cut .....
Master Tailors
Or Gardeners
Snipping at Schedules
And Budgets .....
Topiarists!
Form:
Who runs Oz? The task,
A public servant you must ask!
PS clerk run our land,
Admirably, it's quite grand,
As they will tell you, tee hee,
They run budgets efficiently,
Managing Oz quite capably,
Pollies come and pollies go,
PS clerks are keeping on, lo!
Welcome, unto the fallout and collateral damage
Is everywhere you turn but no ones going to admit it
Nor shall they take the blame actually; their rat race carries on ?
Chasing down this piece of abominations pink cheese; ***********, bigamy....
Legislation, science, sin sacrifice balancing budgets sub rosa's, consumed as green.
Form:
AFRICA continent
discourage total dependence
on outside donor funding__
AFRICA seek to implement
viable fundrising ventures__
rich continent in terms of
abundance natural resources__
tapping and utilising resources
for funding our own budgets.
Why waiting upon donors from
outside to find our own projects?
chipepo lwele
*To AFRICAN political ,religious, economical and technological think tanks.
Wonder if they know…
Just how hard my family works
“Furlough Days” as they like to call it
A cut in pay as we like to call it…..
Here nor there, there are lots of little quirks…..
Now the budgets in trouble again, let’s make them pay
And pay
And pay again!
No more furloughs they said
(As cheers roar through the crowd) “Whhoohoo”
We will just make them pay for their PEBB…..
That’s what we dread
Babies freezing to death in Syria
Being chopped to bits in Africa
Beheaded in Mexico
Shot through their tiny hearts in America
Starving all around this world
So what is it that you want to write about: What
Is it exactly ? Houses passing budgets; more bullets
Less food more war machines less treatment more
Neglect ? Smile for their camera walk down, a red ramp...
Snapshots and poppi; hurry, there she goes ? Yes, there she goes.
Form:
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Welcome to the fallout and collateral damage everywhere, you turn!?
But no ones going to admit it nor shall they take the blame; Actually
The rat race is on; chasing down this piece of abominations pink cheese
***********; legislation, science, sin and sacrifice; balancing budgets....
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....“';'n Gods We Trust?!”
Form:
Ain't got no money problems...
Ain't got no bills to pay
Ain't got no budgets to follow...
Bill collectors can go on their way...
Mail is used to start the fireplace...
Which I do not own...
And I sold my wallet for two bits
To someone on the phone
Which is odd, I guess,
Cause service long cut off
And my wallet made of loose-leaf
So it's very, very soft
Did I take my psych meds?
Did I take my pill?
Cause they say, if not...
I'll become really mentally ill.
Have you seen a dancing banana?
It had not been the best day at work.
I gave the speaker a grumpy face.
Shook my head “no”, hoped he would disappear.
He was a new worker, no name tag yet.
“What are you working on?” He asked me.
“Budgets and stuff,” I said, without looking up.
He left me alone, and I was glad.
“HEY!” a voice yelled.
I looked up.
There was a dancing banana on the top shelf of my bookcase.
“Glad we got rid of him,” he said, doing a little two-step.
All gift's delivered
Some few still under the tree,
Voices filled with thanks!
Children jumping with glee...
Now we sit and sigh
Making plans for the 4th of July,
And Valentine's day
Easter,
and so many more
In celebration of something,
Another Birthday for someone we adore...
There is money to be spent,
In spite of the economy
We rework our budgets wishing we were worry free.
Ah, but someone was happy today
twas Christmas, 'twas Christmas,