Short Payout Poems

Desires of fame and wealth beyond needs
And some want the end of the world to come
But he who demands the payout and dismisses the harbingers
Will not hear the tuning of the trumpet calls...

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I smile when-
Woman has strange men over
You laugh and mind business
Married to your asshole neighbor

I frown when-
Man wants medicine for kid,
Clinic shut down,
Alcohol delivered a government payout...

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Mary Lou,
I’m calling you,
to send a hundred and two
checks of blue.
Answer me please do.
Am I getting through?
May I get an OK from you
before you bid adieu?
I am waiting like Bartholomew
in “The Taming of the Shrew”
This player hasn’t a clue.
Your response is overdue.
...

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I received a golden hello
But nothing of banking I know

On commodities, the future I bet
For large bonuses each year,to net

Too soon the 'bubble' has burst
Of course,everyone else,has come off worse

But I do not reap what I sow 
They gave me parachute payout & pension to go

Global finances,crash into debt
Yet still I have no regrets  ...(yet !)...

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innocents throw snowballs at traffic

whiz to the past, where

a parent would receive their little scoundrel

and a swift scolding. . .


swiftly we return to present day

where the payout for a child’s slight:


sadly it’s raining bullets

and the innocents fall

like Autumn leaves

red and pale


a cold call

a siren blares

life’s not fair!


1/7/2020...

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Professional Poet…
  to cringe at the term

A lonely consensus,
  so much to learn

Days writing couplets,
  nights dreamed in verse

Feelings when gifted,
  mine to rehearse

Professional Poet…
  to run but not hide

Resisting the accolades,
   cousin of lies

The Muse calls my marker,
  chits payout in thought

Each line spoken freely
  —no longer store bought

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)...

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Professional Poet,
  I cringe at the term

A lonely consensus,
  so much to learn

Days writing couplets,
  nights dreamed in verse

Feelings when gifted,
  not mine to rehearse

Professional Poet,
  to run and then hide

Resisting the accolade,
   cousin of lies

The Muse calls my marker,
  chits payout in thought

Each line spoken freely,
—no longer store bought

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)...

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Nothing quite like taxpaying civilians:
tax billionaires of all of their billions.
But win ‘em a lottery?
Resolve gets quite watery:
seems the IRS wants two hundred million.



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People reportedly outraged at having to pay $200M in tax on an immediate payout of the $1.6B lottery, lol.

(This one is a bit long for a limerick. I wish there was a generic Quintilla - the English is ababb and the Sicilian is ababa, and this is of course aabba.)...

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