Short Foot The Bill Poems
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if its the lords will
take a chill pill
youcan't foot the bill
so still
if its what love brings
YOU
CAN''T STOP A GOOD THING
where you live
learm to give
don't sit still
foot the bill
so the lords will
it not mean
and it not a dream
to be you see
KINGS AND QUEENS
if looks could kill
you foot the bill
you so mad
thats bad
everyone run a way
listen to what i say
to have a better day
alway have style
and
SMILE
Form:
if looks could kill
you foot the bill
you so mad
thats bad
everyone run a way
listen to what i say
to have a better day
alway have style
and
SMILE
Form:
if looks could kill
you foot the bill
you so mad
thats bad
everyone run a way
listen to what i say
to have a better day
alway have style
and
SMILE
Form:
if looks could kill
you foot the bill
you so mad
thats bad
everyone run a way
listen to what i say
to have a better day
alway have style
and
SMILE
Form:
there some who too
don't won't give up
theyer still a press us
we are there dust
they still foot the bill
of a cotton mill
and refuss to give
SLAVER LIVES
Teddy Roosevelt carried a big stick
Walking softly 'till he had to move quick
He charged up San Juan Hill
Thinking, 'Who'll foot the bill?'
He made it into a Hollywood flick
go around citys and town
help those who down
give don't sit still
foot the bill
serve mealls
is a deal
that will appeal
to all
be as strong as a wall
do it from above
BE A CHAMPION OF LOVE
Form:
I am stuffed up to my gills,
Stomach sated fully filled
Plates licked clean, my palate's dream-
Do you mind to pay the bill?
*Let me ask y'all something: would the last line be better if it read "Would you mind to foot the bill"? Someone let me know! ;)
When a woman will, she won’t,
And when she won’t, she will.
She’ll make you sit and wait
As though your time were hers to kill.
And if you get impatient,
You’ll be waiting for her still.
Then, if she does, she’ll change her mind
And nag you till you’re ill.
When a woman will, she won’t,
And when she won’t, she will.
Unless, of course, she likes the dress.
And then you’ll foot the bill.
Spend, spend, spend, spend
Buy whatever you crave
It's old-fashioned to save
You might wait 'til your grave-
stone is finished before you've enough
for that fancy house on the hill
or the antique car with the wide grille
Why overstress? You've got all your stuff...
You might want to turn my voice down
But Dad won't always be around
to pay off those credit hounds
or foot the bill for nursing care
'til you're laid in the ground
You did something at the end of your sermon that was going too far.
You asked everybody in church to give you money to repair your car.
You make good money, pay for your own repairs!
Trying to get others to foot the bill isn't fair.
Yes it's true that people should help one another.
But if you have the money, you shouldn't burden others.
You may be a preacher but that was still a wrong thing to do.
The person who should pay for your car repairs is you.
The most troubling moment
Is when we see our selves clear
We must salvage and own it
We must battle the fear
Flaws come in sight
Jaws of the night
They are even more clear
When you turn on the light
They won’t disappear
Like our childhood fears
Irrational terrors
From our younger years
Very much real
Unyielding steel
Once discovered
We foot the bill
You’ll never rewind
You’re no longer blind
You’ve let lose, the demons
Who live in your mind
What is the cost of freedom?
And who shall foot the bill?
The rich will ever be richer,
The poor will be poorer still.
Broken lives and broken dreams,
Brought on by others greed.
Broken vows and broken schemes,
Disregarding others needs.
Some driven by their lies,
But still the fact remains.
Put their plans to rest,
Or wake up bound by chains.
The time has come for all,
To take a common breath.
To share each other's life,
Or share each other's death.
Bring the wine, come let’s dine and have our fill
Of life’s best, be my guest, the world forget;
Let’s have fun, work is done, I’ll foot the bill.
What, your wife? Have a life, man, make her vexed
Just this time; ‘tis no crime to let her fret
For a while, make her rile--even perplexed.
Stay with me, your mind free from care--don't frown;
Here’s a toast, make the most, the night’s young yet;
Fill your cup, raise it up, our sorrows drown.
October 23, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines