After a certain point, money is meaningless. It ceases to be the goal. The game is what counts.
quote by Aristotle Onassis
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Every Little Counts
Every second counts
When I am with you
I think you are a pig
You should be in a zoo
I guess I shouldve known
Id end up on my own
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second counts
Every little counts
When I am with you
You make me feel so good
I never felt so new
I saw you long ago
Though you never let it show
Every little counts when I am with you
Every little counts when I am with you
Every second counts
When I am with you
Even though youre stupid
I still follow you
The smile upon your face,
It always stays in place
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second...
song performed by by New Order
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Goal Goal Goal
the world
like the football field
is not for one
to say one is best
but to show
why one is best
brains, legs,
hands, eyes,
hair, balls, flags
and all
a goal is all
that counts
goal goal goal
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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29th February 2012
They all lost faith in the game,
And the hope of winning the game was over!
But, i never gave up;
And i kept on pushing harder towards the goal post;
For in this life,
Nothing is impossible and, impossible is nothing! !
Forward ever!
Without looking at the right side or the left side;
So, i moved forward and kicked the ball into the net!
Then, i scored the goal to win the match.
Yes, we won the game and the Cup was given to me because,
I was the captain of the team.
It was 29th February 2012,
And we won the game at the very lasrt minute to end the game!
Yes, the very time that everybody lost hope in the game;
But i never gave up my hope and, i scored the winning goal! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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(Hide and seek)
My father gets the wooden stick
he counts from five
i run and hide...
My father is coming with the wooden stick
he counts from four
i close my bedroom door...
My father is looking for me with the wooden stick
he counts from three
as he searches for me...
My father is close by with the wooden stick
he counts from two
my face turns blue...
My father is right next to me
with the wooden stick
he counts from one
now i'm done...
My father finds me
with the wooden stick
he counts from zero
...yes i know, i'm in trouble...
My father says
'there you are!
i found you
now it's your turn to count
and my turn to hide'
...and the game continued...
poem by Allen Steble
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Friendship (A Friend In Need Is A Borrower Indeed)
I always lend
money to my friend
who is always in need
of money indeed.
When the money becomes a big amount,
his promise of giving back never counts.
He tries to avoid seeing me,
then it becomes ' long time, no see.'
I call his hand phone.
I go to his home.
I find him nowhere,
as if he disappeared into thin air.
I lose my money
and my best buddy.
If indeed, as Hilbert asserted, mathematics is a meaningless game played with meaningless marks on paper, the only mathematical experience to which we can refer is the making of marks on paper.
Food, Clothing, Money, Shelter, and...
Food, clothing, money and shelter
I have them all
Why is this heaviness in life
Why is it to be hauled?
Food, clothing, money and shelter
are all requirements of my body
While pursuing all these material necessities
I forgot to feed my soul.
An engine needs fuel to be propelled
Soul needs a goal
Without goal the life is empty
Goal makes the life whole.
No goal means no life
Worry and fear cloud the soul
To live life to the fullest
I need to have something in the morning
to wake up for.
poem by Anshul Gupta
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Every Second Counts
Every second counts
Thats what he says
Every second counts
Every single day
All through the night time
And all through the day time
Cant let your world pass through and in to my way
Every second counts
He cant slow down
Every second counts
See his spin around
Hes chasing his shadow
Hes racing the wind
He tells us to follow
Where the ice is so thin
I hope youre holding on
I hope youre holding on
cos every second counts
song performed by by Chris Rea
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White Collar Crime
I'm not hungry, (?) throw away the key (?)
It's outrageous, nobody cares,
White collar crime, you had the time,
Blue collar crime, you'll do time every time,
Stealing from the company, taking all the profits,
Sharing with your family, drinking all the benefits,
(?), shocking, it's all so mocking,
White collar crime, you don't have the time,
Blue collar crime, you'll do time every time,
You can get away with it, will they get away with it?
Do they get away with it? yes, they get away with it.
Burn money today, free money tomorrow,
(?) goes my mind, causes so much sorrow,
(?), it's all the same, it's a money power game
White collar crime, you do the time,
Blue collar crime, you do time every time
White collar crime, you don't have the time,
Blue collar crime, you do time every time
All the same, money power game,
It's all the same, money power game,
It's all the same, it's a money power game,
All the same, it's a money, a money, power, the power game,
It's all the same.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to become the means by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of other men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other.
Money
Money
Money
Money
Important
Useful
Necessary
Money
Money
Money
Wealthy
Middle
Poverty
Money
Money
Money
Save
Give
Spend
Money
Money
Borrow
Lend
Money
Money
Foe
Friend
Money
Money
Master
Slave
Money
Money
Satisfied
Crave
Money
Money
Laugh
Cry
MoneyMoney
Live
Die
Money
Money
Sick
Well
Money
Money
Heaven
Hell
poem by Howard Simon
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Brand New Game
Saw you talk near the slots
And I got a brand new game
Running down the alley with an hour you bought
From a man with no last name
Like an idiot animal
Too stupid to shame
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
Ape man in a cave
Painting on the wall
Nothings gonna keep the visions menacing glances
And nothing thats got it all
From gazing over to where hope sleeps
Artificially small
Like a beast to tame
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
Now monkey is alright?
Come on
Ones never enough, twos always a crowd
I got a mindful scoping the slide?
And a glass side nature mane?
Everythings impossible
Theres nothing to do
But oppose this road remain?
Push the point to oblivion
And keep turning the plane
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Meaningless lamp
In broad day light
Lamp is meaningless
In ocean raining is meaningless
When I have fed food is meaningless
And I know it well love is
Never meaningless whatever the
Situation arises at whatever times
Love is love and is most valuable
Always with me with you
Whether it is night or
it is broad day light.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok.
quote by Shaquille O'Neal
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When The Money Runs Out/Another Poem Will Not Save Me
When the money runs out
Another poem will not save me-
When the money runs out
The poems will be a bit less poetic-
They will seem more meaningless-
All the years of writing them
Will seem more a waste and an indulgence-
When the money runs out
And I am working or trying to work
For not enough money
And guilty at being in debt
And frightened at not being able to pay on time
The poems will seem another kind of thing entirely
And I will wonder how I could have once given so much time to something
That does not make a cent-
When the money runs out
The poetry may run out with it
I will be the slave of small sums
And have lost my time and dedication
To what I have loved most.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No More Prayin
By michael mcdonald
Why do we look so hard?
Why do we ask so much?
In this world, its sad in a way
How time unblesses love, and faith is lost
Theres no more prayin for saving grace to find us
No more waiting for conscience to remind us
There are few things meaningless as words
At the point of no return
Why do we want so much?
Can we be satisfied?
In this life how many times
Can we pass the promised land, forever lost?
Theres no more prayin for saving grace to find us
No more waiting for conscience to remind us
There are few things meaningless as words
At the point of no return
We are lost between faith and hope
Between heart and mind, between love and pride
Eventually, the day will come
When lies wont buy time
Tears wont bring hope
When theres no more prayin
Nowhere to run or do what weve done before
There are few things meaningless as words
At the point of no return
We are lost between faith and hope
Between heart and mind, between love and pride
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Winning At The Game Of Monopoly
May I ask a question?
'Sure.'
Will my good credit rating,
Allow me to borrow more money?
Well
Look at it this way.
Think of yourself as winning,
At the game of 'Monopoly'.
'Okay.
But any money I win isn't real.'
Think of taking those winnings,
To a bank.
'But I will be laughed at.'
And
Your point is what?
What do you think your good credit rating,
Is going to return?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At points of clarity, I realize that my life on earth is meaningless, and that I am merely a pawn in a bigger game. A game I cannot possible understand or have control of. Thankfully, before depression sets in, I drift back into my cloudy, bewildered daily routine.
quote by Joel Patrick Warneke
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The goal wasn't to be a millionaire or to be a Hollywood star. That was not the goal. The goal was something about - the goal was to find the goal, but I knew where it was.
quote by James Earl Jones
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Money Money Song
Money money
Is going to get me a girl
Money money
I am going to use it to buy me a cup of coffee
Money money
Is going to take me to Paris
Money money
Is going to buy me some new clothes
Money money
I am going to use it to do my laundry
Momey money
Is going to buy me some groceries
Money money
Is going to pay to fix my house
Money money
Is going to send me to the rich men's world
Money money is going to buy me a cellular phone
poem by Aldo Kraas
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