Short Dosh Poems

My Contst Pom

‘Josh Kibosh’ who has only small-scale splash cash
looks for a young woman’s copious plash stash
when his hogwash commands dosh
Josh’s gluttonous slosh habits turn posh
so Madam transforms flash in his pan into pulp-mash

08th October 2016...

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“Please, Sam stop!”
“Why? Stan, Nope”
“Yes, Sam Stop”
“And just mope?”
“Your shovel drop”
“You can’t cope?”
“Soon shall hop” 
“Means: no hope!”
“Means: You Look”
“A wound-Gosh!”
“Marks just took”
“All for dosh…”

“Now, I bleed”
“The grave feed
“Bad Grave - sure
“And wage poor,”

“Me God save”
“Every slave”...

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To the self appointed patricians of government

Take back your schemes
Take back your doles
What makes you deem
That I was one of your proles

I may have needs
Wishes it’s true
Keep your snake oil and beads
I’ll get along without you

You came along with all your clever machinations
Supported and all paid for by enforced donations

So take back your dosh
We’ll make no fuss
Just remember by gosh
You got it all from us...

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Nae dinner again 
Ah heard my ma saying 
Wit am ah gonna 
Gee the blimming wains 
We're staving ma the wains wid say
Shut yer mouths
Ave been trying to tap aw day .
Then in it stoats all drunk and insane
Dus ny even care about the stait eh his wains
My maw she's gone mental 
Shouting we'res ma dosh
Don't you even care ya bass 
They wains have had nae nosh 
All slumped in his chair 
He's drunk n doesn't care 
Wen he wakes up 
He'll even want mare....

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