Short Fiscal Poems
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fiscal
adjective FISS-kul
1 : of or relating to taxation, public revenues, or public debt
2 : of or relating to financial matters
Melancholy dreams,
fourth quarter fiscal year end
wishful thinking tears...
Hegemony egemon
the son of satan, mammon
chaotic havoc...
One to the next is its mother
Each fiscal cliff breeds another
There's no golden goose
Oh brother, this chain noose
Causes all commerce to smother
Kick debt ceiling blues in the groin
With Ponzi whose scheme we should join
He's someone now dead
For the platinum head
Of a trillion buck magic act coin
Lack
Wanting
Needing more
But getting less
Pray Heaven help us out this fiscal mess
Unplanned suddenly most costly demands
Poorest people
With palmed hands
Hunger
Grows
Growls
And moans
For more life
As it consumes
The simple happiness of humble homes
7/16/16
Triple Tetractys 2
Death
will come
to all who
pay their taxes.
The love of money
only creates
a deadly
fiscal
drag.
Fiscal drag in economics is the process by which, during inflation, rising incomes draw people into higher tax brackets, so that their real incomes may fall; this acts as restraint (death) to the expansion of the economy.
Some of us gonna throw red
Others are going to cast blue
We’ll have some shade of purple
Before this mess is all through
I’m a fiscal conservative
Likely a social one too
I haven’t had many options
In the past decade or two
Some of us gonna throw red
Others are going to cast blue
Donkeys and elephants going to vote
For who is in charge of the zoo
Preening, posing, mouths always in motion
jabbing your fingers high in the air
Shouting and yelling, and screaming an ocean
of high-intensity rubbish and verbal warfare
O, progressive politicians, you make my day
you never let fiscal reality get in your way
You cut dashing figures in your pin-striped suits ~
as your 'tax-base' you fleece and you loot
Somewhere over Thames River
condo fees fly high,
So do taxes
and maintenance expenses,
My
Oh my
Oh why?
We chose to co-invest
in this former industrial mess,
I must confess
I don't know why
except our windows
reach for the sky...
Somewhere over Thames River
birds still fly high
so do beauty
and fiscal duty,
So why then
oh why can't we?
Can't we see,
Earth's harmonic integrity.
deficits of all kinds;
trust deficit, fiscal deficit,
food deficit, trade deficit,
so on and so forth…
all man made, i believe
but no deficit of love.. for each other
that cheers us and binds us all
infinite is the capacity
that He endowed all of His beings,
as if He himself lives in each!
should we let this true
empowerment of mankind
get wasted in small
mundane issues, merely
linked to pithy existence?
Date write: 24.7.2014
T-Rex, T-Rump both have small hands
and small pituitary glands.
In waving arms, you thought he did
an imitation of a kid
who had a disability,
But he’s a Rex, down to a T.
With stunted emotional growth,
he mocks, insults, and waves them both.
And now DeSanctimonious...
the best this has-been can give us?
I liked him for a while; I did,
but he’s a toxic little kid.
I long for fiscal policy;
DeSantis is the one for me.
I don’t want to be
One of those girls
Relying on a man
Constant fiscal swirl
I am independent
Most of the time
But all can be weak
Well in our prime
I don’t need a man
To define who I am
I just need confidence
I don’t give a damn
I don’t want to be
One of the many
Where gifts are given
And count the pennies
So here I sit alone
The girl with plenty
Non monetary items
But the love of many
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
If
you say
Adam Schiff
should have his day,
maybe get a whiff
of power, making hay
on the nation’s fiscal cliff,
then you’re bright. You know Chick-Fil-A
(not the same thing as a secure SCIF)
is where bit-coin investors go to play,
the merest capitalist hieroglyph:
Coca-Cola, too, has feet of clay.
So, Socialism: jpeg? Gif?
Develop it in your tray:
to know the truth, just sniff.
This won’t go away.
You’re cool? You’re stiff?
Straight, or gay?
One riff –
PAY.
Our Earth....
and it's dynamic growth,and shrinking dimension's
has created a form of social dementia
our world society,most,ill prepared
growing pain's have caught majority unaware
education,or lack of,has sorted
the have not's,now feeling socially aborted
fiscal finance being played by the powerful
gametime line's drawn by the unmerciful....
At one time,east and west,split on philosophy
now,north over south,global monopoly
Sooner or later
we'll revolve to resolve.....