Short Paycheck Poems
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you see my car
think am a star
we set a bar
and had this to say
well i live day by day
being homeless
AM ONE PAYCHECK AWAY
Sobbing: my paycheck is now gone!
grabbed by disposal, (see Page One)
Instructions neglected by fools
supersede most survival tools
life has its ups and down
you feel its on the ground
hard times around
this i can say
what day by day will play
beind like this homeless
AM JUST A
PAYCHECK AWAY
I am the senior cashier in a store.
Most of the time my job is just a bore.
My co-workers are great
So the job I can't hate.
The paycheck is all I'm really here for.
At Work
Five days a week
The same old routine,
Going through the motions
For a paycheck.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018
30th September 2018.
A Soul-Tax Senryu
Pay Bad Workers Get
The Wages of Sin Is Death
Severance Paycheck
(Rom. 6: 23)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
a basketful of green and orange.
stomachful of another week’s paycheck.
a father’s pockets crumb-lined and stiff.
kids play catch in the canned food aisle
the fluorescent lights never stop buzzing.
Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck nine,
It was past the deadline!
He missed an interview,
the job fell through.
He fell sadly to his knees,
no paycheck – no cheese.
Surviving
Paycheck
to
Paycheck
Paycheckless
Overdrawn
Again
There goes five twenties
I was saving for education
Spent
Instead
On a pair of underwear
My self esteem
Ousts my stability
We do it for money
One day at a time, till we are 65
Rewarded with a paycheck
Killing ourselves doing It all of our lives
If we are lucky we love what we do
Nothing to show if we don’t do it
Green is all we have to show for years of our lives sweated away
Form:
Brent’s Borrowing
Written: by Miracle Man
5/15/2024
I once had a friend whose name was Brent,
whose paycheck was always quickly misspent.
He ‘s slow in returning,
and this is concerning.
He is never fully broke, but always badly bent.
Scrooge's Clerk, Bob Cratchit
Earned his paycheck, and hopes to match it
He needs to buy his Christmas dinner
But Scrooge just pinched his shillings thinner!
____________________________________
For Andrea's Contest: Christmas Clarihew
12/10/14
You have disregarded instructions
Thus claiming improper deductions
Send money by mail
And IF you should fail
Your paycheck will suffer reductions...
“The hardest thing in the world to understand is income tax” - Albert Einstein
Submitted for: John Freeman’s contest
Great
Teaching
Requires a
Desire burning
Not a mere paycheck
To be earning--
Not Spurning
You or
Me!
Our
Teacher
Engages Minds
And Hearts As One
Bringing together
All Class Members
Challenging
You and
Me!
So soon you forget me when work comes in play
I'm out of your mind while you're on display
Didn't you say this would not stress you out
it is what it is just a paycheck no doubt
I can already tell you are working unbarred
impressing the bosses who turned in your card
I am still here when you remember to breathe
or hold it all in as you puff up and seethe
On Days we arise and head straight to work
Regarding the paycheck a worthiness perk
Other days are just daze to figure out love
where we try to fit in and become a part of
The caring and sharing that life often brings
deriving our happiness from such little things
like a kiss in the morning caress in the night
The Days are for living and getting life right!
Monday, toiling hard earning a poor man's pay.
Tuesday, doing my share running a lousy factory.
Wednesday, coping with an ass-boss the whole day.
Thursday, taking home a paycheck just worth a penny.
Friday, drowning my sorrows with strangers as company.
Saturday, no time for wifey, a bad hangover flattening me.
Sunday, yet a good boy at heart down on my knees to pray!
Alouette Me Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Honey did you care
We matched like a pair
Now our life is a train wreck
All that's left is smoke
There's bills, and we're broke
You lost your job and paycheck
You will lose the house
And a faithful spouse
Because you couldn't stand tall
You lowered yourself
Your weed was top-shelf
For your buzz, I took the fall
"If you're living from paycheck to paycheck, you're living beyond your means."
When I tell others this they tend to get angry at very high extremes,
but then what do I know?
I'm just a hard working blue collar Joe
whose bank account is never low.
I've had all of the same responsibilities,
such as paying my debts and raising a family,
yet all of my peers are filing for bankruptcy.
A quiet day at the office with
too much timr to think.
Electronic distractions are not enough today.
But don't break character in your cubicle...
Put on your game face and look busy.
Big smile
Eyes do not well up. Nothing worse than runny mascara.
No sniffling allowed
Or heavy sighs
Wishing for a managerial disaster.
Not for the overtime in the paycheck,
But for the undertime at home
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Sleeping beside her
I always knew
Chipped beef on Monday
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early
today around noon
Mattress was creaking
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother
— four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: With Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green – July, 1985)
Little Sammy Humperdink
He had a brain but could not think
He had no plans, he had no dreams
He had no imagination it seems
He did not work, he earned no pay
He drew a paycheck anyway
He had no dog, he owned no cats
His sole companions were the rats
He wore no hat, he paid no dues
He had no voice to sing the blues
He became a socialist I think
Poor Sammy Humperdink!
Timothy I. Brumley
Mornings
My five-year-old son
Wheaties on his cheeks
Draws yellow flowers on my paycheck stubs.
When a grey cloud blocks the sun
He shakes his spoon at it, threatening extinction
And casts a fierce accusation my way.
Through holes of dreams
I maneuver escapes in the old Ford
Pick up hitchhikers who wear glasses.
Then summer takes a wet turn.
Dandelions, top-heavy, stagger
In the grass that needs cutting.
She’s familiar…
ain’t that the blues
Sleeping beside her,
I always knew
Chipped beef on Monday,
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high,
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar…
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early,
today around noon
Mattress was creaking,
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother
—four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green 1985)
Smells like power
But tastes like chicken
Administrative duties
Make my pulse quicken
Repression wears a tie
Arrogance sports hose
Make Bossy smile
That’s how the garden grows
Timeclock sphincter
Clamped down tight
Constipation of thought
Absence of light
Artistic fire snuffed
Sculptor’s hand inert
Bottom line worship
Trade the smock for the shirt
Corporate aorta
Chocked with fat pride
With toad-lust for power
Freedom must collide