Short Salaries Poems
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Salaries of ball players have gone awry
In the realm of sanity my question is why
A million ain't enough
Life can be tough
Feeding the kids and other nonsense that applies
There is a fall in standard
Are salaries paid?
Who to blame?
Lazy ones refused to read
Would they do exam?
Can they pass?
CONTEST:"QUINZAINE CONTEST" sponsored by Dr.Ram Mehta
Remember when the dollar was worth 100 pennies
Those were the days when we all had plenty
Salaries were laughable
A million was impossible
But that was way back in the twentieth century
Remember when the dollar was worth 100 pennies
Those were the days when we all had plenty
Salaries back then were laughable when
A million dollars was actually worth a million then
But that was w-a-y-y-y back in the 20th century
© Jack Ellison 2015
world peace
is it attainable?
not yet.
Plausible?
not here.
Possible?
maybe some day
not this day
not while the NRA rules
and young men are the first ones sent to the front as fodder
while old men collect pensions and lifetime salaries
things might change if we sent senators and congressmen to the front
after they declare wars on other countries
in Oz, we don't like political jokes,
Here, they all get elected, folks,
Pollies sell their souls for money,
Their salaries aren't even funny,
Then they get super to retire,
Better candidates we should hire,
Different from our oldies and veterans,
They're on measly financial plans,
Yes, that's why we don't like political jokes,
Here, they all get elected, folks!
Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.
Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging,
Of Moonslide Marsslide victories,
With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed,
Received with glee by their lord,
The god of politricks.
Four in one, nine baptized,
I hear you say legalized fraudulence.
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets;
Salaries and wages without workings,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.
Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging,
Of Moonslide and Marsslide victories,
With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed.
Received with glee by their lord,
The god of Politricks.
Vegetarian fox offered his services to me.
The other bunnies said no until they knew he was free.
He’s a cabbie, I said, and he takes all kinds about.
They watched him carefully for years with bunny minds full of doubt.
Vegetarian fox finally asked us for a dollar a night.
The bunnies refused, they are incredibly tight.
Since we get paid ten for each gig that we do,
I took it out of their salaries, and I paid the fox two.
Welfare's a little
too cheap for their jobs.
Blaming their leaders
whom we would call snobs.
Government money kept
by those higher.
Never sent down
that welfare acquire.
Starved of our money
while taxed to our spite.
Jobs for these hypocrites:
governed in blight.
Wages unfair
for government work.
Salaries so high
they're debts for a clerk.
Power above
that's not coming down.
Money not shared
and damned by the Crown.
At times, go public spending
And twice, will the salaries of functionalism
While they fleece the public treasure
Easy-going, claim the subdued
At the profuse bronchitis of patriotism
At the mercy of poor care
Get up, come and join us will
The scum of nations
Countless like the grains
In the deep Oceans
And the stoical vastness of deserts
Where the annoying wind
All entangled in gigantic fuss
And it even that more awake
Stay the unwary, because of all this
1.The question is under what authority they collected the money?
2.Ran ads in cinema halls and constituted a five member bench to supervise the fund or construction of the dam.
3.Since the fund is lying there and not being utilized they should have the decency to return the money to the gullible people who gave it to them.
4.Give back that money to such government servants whose salaries were forcibly contributed to humor him and the contributions that were given....
It was
four in one
nine baptised i hear
You say
this is indeed
legalised fraudlence
In it
air-conditioned
highways,streets promised
as are
salaries and wages
without legitmate working
and easy
life made sweet
and very comfortable
all can
now join the
bandwagon of rigging
of shows,
adulating in Moonslide
and Marsslide victories.
Alas with
babies and peoples
ritually gleefully sacrificed
with joy
received by their
lord, god of poltricks.
The few decent people
Left on earth
Were condemned to join
The masses
For another thousand years
Of toil and misery
The bosses were happy
Satan appointed them
To continue to rule
But no strikes
No salaries
And as much abuse
As they could give out
And so, the world turns and turns
Following its way
Around the sun
And the sun
Turns and floats
Through space
And the end was here
And now
No one could tell
The difference anymore
Hell was here to stay