Let me tell you something: I have members in my charter who, after paying their rent and house bills and taking care of their families, don't even have enough money left over to pay the fifteen dollars a week dues.
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Singin' The Blues
I've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.
Now where can my money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.
You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.
I got to tell you I got the blues down in my pockets.
People, what did I say?
Bills are gonna rob me tomorrow,
Why I need my ten dollars today.
Chorus
Ain't no way to get even
Because, you know what I mean,
Every time I make me some money
Somebody's going to take it from me.
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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We've Cut Back
Why is it always those 'with' the money,
Attempting to convince the ones living...
On a fixed and unchanging income,
Without a dime left to spare...
They could save 'more' money?
'IF'...They decided to put their minds to it.
Well, my mind has been decided for many years now.
But somehow my rent, utility bills and food expenses,
Seem to care less where my mind happens to be...
When the time comes around and they need to get paid.
And my thoughts seem to be confined with the picking of lint,
Straight out of my empty pockets on a monthly basis.
'If 'we' can do that...
You should be able to do that too.
In fact...
We've cut back from taking those yearly cruises,
To the Caribbean.
And redecorating our home every other year?
We recently decided made no sense to 'us' at all.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Filipino Fed Up In Chicago
AND so one day he got fed up
Worrying about his bills
Light, cell phones,
Apartment rents
Meals and what to eat
Next month
No money to
Send to the
Philippines
There is no work coming
And the old man he took care of
Died a month ago
Bad luck
He is vacant
He could not go to the malls
There is no money left for the week
And there is no work coming
No one is offering to help
And he worries
About his telephone bills
His credit card
His rent
His SSS
His unrenewed passport
His expiring visa
His debts
One day he goes outside
It is quite cold
Colder now
The snow is coming
He smokes his cigarette packs on the park
A middle-aged American woman stares and tells her
“Smoking is bad for your health
You are polluting the earth”
Just a little advice
But his head is hot and
Hot temper is what is steaming inside
He is fuming mad to that middle aged American woman
He is also fuming mad about
Himself to be honest
About it
“Shit shit shit, I smoke if I want to
I use my own money to kill myself
F###k YOU!
Mind your own American business
In this free country I can smoke anytime I want! ”.
He knows how to curse now
In the most American way
For just a year or two
he was a timid Filipino
he was the meek citizen
of this world
And he smokes all day in the park
his packs of cigarettes in the park
Puffing and puffing and breathing and breathing
Releasing all his dismays in cold air
He can see his bleeding heart
His cursing
“f##k you! ”
'f$$k you! '
in the freezing air
his cursing is a big bold font
in the atmosphere
His cell phone does not have any load
And he cannot call anybody
And he remembers well the latest old
Jewish rich man which he took care of
who died a month ago
One day the old man fell on the floor
The one who shitted him all day
he still could remember
fully well
all the old man's yell
spell: F$$K YOU! '
The old man could not stand
back
He was big, fat, and dying
He did not help him stand
He merely stood there askance
And the old man shouted and growled
“Shit shit you Filipino
Help me stand from here”
'F$$K YOU FILIPINO! '
And he said
WITH ALL STRICT COMPOSURE
SO SURE OF HIMSELF NOW
with a little authoritative
moral advice
like he was a wise man
“Rich American now is the time
for you to
Command all your mighty dollars
your mighty dollars
your mighty dollars
your mighty dollars
To help you rise and make
You, young and strong again! ”
The old Jewish rich man died
Due to cardiac arrest.
And now he is out of job
No money
No promises
And one day now
He finds himself smoking himself to death
On this cold dark wildlife park south of
Chicago.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Rent Free Home To Live In
once you were offered
a rent free home to live in
for you and your family
a full time job
for both your wife
and yourself
a much higher salary
than you were making
a salary for your wife
house was warm freshly painted
beautify prepared for your family
not taken was this opportunity
a school was next street behind
but a short walk for your children
your salary was fully guaranteed
house waited empty a full year for thee
opportunity open dawn bright for thee
salary guaranteed in perpetuity for thee
you chose instead nuts and bolts living
you choose instead continued paying renting
time passes now your bills I am not paying
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Missing Finger
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
Fifteen years away from home,
We are yet to know what really went wrong;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
What really went wrong with your missing finger?
You made enough money and thought that,
You were richer than the President;
Today, you've returned home poorer than before!
There is time for everything,
A time to gain and a time to lose;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Who will help you now?
Fifteen years awayto make some money,
But today you can't even eat well at home;
From a flight to your plight,
Today you can't even sleep well at home;
Fifteen years away to make some money,
The very colours of the rainbow with a view;
You left us with ten fingers and,
Came back home with nine fingers;
What really went wrong?
From a flight to your plight,
Fifteen years away to make some money;
From the land of red, gold and green! !
From a flight to a plight,
It's all part of a lesson;
You are now at home at last.
The President was at the stadium but,
Where were you?
It is better to be humble than to boast.
Flight, sight, might, bright, tight, light;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Bite, kite, height, fight, eight, plight;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Quiet, rite, white, night, site, write;
You're poorer than fifteen years ago!
Today, the President is better off than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Is The Life
I eat filet mignon seven times a day
My bathtubs filled with perrier
What can I say
This is the life
I buy a dozen cars when Im in the mood
I hire somebody to chew my food
Im an upwardly mobile dude
This is the life
They say that money corrupts you
But I cant really tell
I got the whole world at my feet
And I think its pretty swell
I got women lined up outside my door
Theyve been waitin there since the week before
Who could ask for more
This is the life
Youre dead for a real long time
You just cant prevent it
So if money cant buy happiness
I guess Ill have to rent it
Yeah, every day I make the front page news
No time to pay my dues
I got a million pairs of shoes
This is the life
I got a solid gold cadillac
I make a fortune while I sleep
You can tell Im a living legend
Not some ordinary creep
No way, Im the boss, the big cheese
Yeah, I got this town on its knobby little knees
And I can do just what I please
This is the life
Thats right, Im the king, number one
I buy monographed kleenex by the ton
I pay the bills, I call the shots
I grease the palms, I buy the yachts
One thing I can guarantee
The best things in life, they sure aint free
Its such a thrill just to be me
This is the life
Waah, this is the life
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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One of the members of the group, I can't remember which one, found out we were making $3 - $5,000 a night. We were getting a hundred dollars a week a piece. Everybody got upset about it.
quote by Ben E. King
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Simple As That
You go to work, work hard all day
At the end of the week, you collect your pay
Thats just where its at
Its as simple as that
You pay your bills the best that you can
But the rising cost sure hurts a family man
While the rich man gets fat
Its as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
Your minds made up to get that house on the hill
But you just dont know if you ever will
Because you cant get the cash
Its as simple as that
Cause the man from the bank, he wont give you a loan
Without putting a morgage on all that you own
A tit for a tat
Its a simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
Before you know it the kids are all grown
And married off with kids of their own
And its all in the past
Its as simple as that
Youve reached the autumn of your life
And all thats left is you and your wife
And a dog and a cat
Its as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Dues
I think Im headed for a terrible accident.
Made more plans than anyone who ever paid their rent.
Im not stupid and I might be havin too much pride.
Surgeon general has determined that I may as well die.
Jesus are you watching or have you gone blind.
Evil souls are upon us and were surely runnin out of time.
Chorus
I tried religion and some holy roller steals my tenth.
In the grave yard I aint strong enough to jump the fence.
Some men they say they got more soul than both my shoes.
Makes me wonder can we ever stop payin dues.
I might be workin on a scene that I can never act.
Everybodys gonna think that my mind is cracked.
I dont care because its my right to win or lose.
Makes me wonder can we ever stop payin dues.
Crazy, am I crazy for wanting so much more.
My mind says I cant ever give up but I still cant be sure.
Chorus
Can we ever stop payin dues.
Can we ever stop payin dues.
Can we ever stop payin dues.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Going Nowhere
This is what you offer me,
A system of dishonesty,
Where life is measured, monetarily,
And I'm just another face.
Another man with the simple skills,
Of staying alive, and paying the bills
I'll Never amount to anything,
Live and die where I've always been.
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
Uneducated, though I graduated,
Wish I would have been a little more dedicated,
And got something out of school,
Instead of always playing the fool.
But even if I did for just one day,
Had all the right words that I wanted to say,
It wouldn't make any difference anyway,
Cause no-one's listening
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care any-more,
My father worked his life away,
In all those years he never missed a day,
There isn't anybody that could say,
He didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time, he never got to do,
All the things in life that he wanted to,
He always kept his family fed,
With the blood and sweat he shed.
With the sacrifice he's made,
This is how he gets repaid,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
song performed by by Zero Down
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If a trip is worth taking, members of Congress should be prepared to justify paying for it out of their office accounts.
quote by Russ Feingold
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You Feel That The World Is Against You
You feel that the World is against you and nothing for you is going right
And you struggle just for to make ends meet and life is a hard uphill fight
But than you there are far worse off people though you do not see things that way
In Rwanda a Country in Africa teenagers to support their families work today.
Their parents by war taken from them and the eldest members of the family
Must work for to support their younger siblings they only know of poverty
In our society you may seem a poor man but poverty one can compare
And in the eyes of a Rwandan you would be a multi billionaire.
On five hundred dollars a week take home pay you support your two young children and your wife
As well as buy food, pay bills and the mortgage you do know about the hard life
In this Land they call you a battler you struggle just for to get by
Though the millions of battlers of Rwanda would say that the good life you enjoy.
You feel the whole World is against you a poor fellow on a poor street
But your fridge of food never empty and you and your family
have plenty to eat
And the hungry poor of Rwanda with you only would disagree
They would see you as a wealthy person for they know of extreme poverty
poem by Francis Duggan
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No Money Down
I know youre disappointed
In the way I handled things
Youre thinking I misread the times
And acted cowardly
And since what I do affects us both
And you feel that I let you down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
(hey! lover)
(hey! lover)
(lover)
They say theres someone for everyone
And for everyone a someone
And some tattoo roses across their chests
With a heart that says rollo
And some work without a public relations man
And do their best work, baby, out of sight
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
(hey! lover)
(hey! lover)
(lover)
Now I have known a hero or two
And they all learn to swim through mud
And they all got boots caked with dirty soles
That they get from squashing bugs
So when push comes to shove get the harley revved up
The moon can eclipse even the sun
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Youre paying a price when there is no price to pay
Lovers trust, no money down
Lovers trust, no money down (hey! lover)
Yes, lovers trust, no money down (hey! lover)
Lovers trust, no money down (hey! hey! lover)
Lovers trust, no money down (hey! hey! lover)
(hey! hey! lover)
(hey! hey! lover)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Soliloquy of the first time buyer
To buy, or not to buy: That is the Question.
Whether it is better in the end to suffer
The moods and whims of some outrageous landlord
Or take A.R.M.S. against your future earnings
And end up owning something? In hock, for years;
Pay rent? And by paying rent to say we end
The heart ache and the thousand natural shocks
Home ownership is heir to. Reduced Consumption?
No Politician’s wish! To rent? To lease?
To lease, perchance to own? Ay, that’s a thought
For in the grip of debt you’re paying bills
Till you have shuffled off this mortal coil
It gives one pause. That’s the aspect
That makes calamity of adjusting rates
For who would bear the years and years of debt
Fine dining now reduced to happy meals,
Buyers remorse, and the long delays.
The Questionable title and the risk
Your credit rating doesn’t rate the loan.
When you yourself know if you lose your job
You’ll end up sleeping in your S.U.V.
To grunt and sweat under a heavy load
Under the threat of something worse than debt
The forced short sale, from which, once closed
No equity returns. It puzzles the will.
And makes us rather bear such debts we have
And, if necessary, refinance them still.
Compounding thus make cowards of us all.
And so our youthful promise and ambition
Is hobbled by the weight of student loans
Made by lenders judged too big to fail.
In this regard the risk is very real
We lose the house to auction.
quote by by John F. McCullagh
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Tied Down By Trudeau's Charter Of Rights
How do we go about changing Trudeau’s left wing Charter of Rights?
Because all the crooks and terrorists have us in their sights,
They want to come here and then onto the appointed Supreme Court,
Where definitions and decisions could be in their support.
Unfortunately our establishment think the Charter is great,
And changes are strictly forbidden to come up for debate,
We look in the mirror and see the enemy looking back,
And because of Trudeau’s Charter, our future could be pitch black.
If we could make Trudeau’s Charter for Canadians alone,
Not “EVERYONE” in the world especially every combat zone,
And stop them from coming here to claim Trudeau’s Charter rights,
And then they could put some other soft country in their sights.
Dec 13th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Truck Stop Blues
A truck stop in kansas with nowhere to to many days without
Any shows 5 cups of coffee as I just sit and mold its 4 am as
I sip from my cup its 5 am the suns coming up my body has
Shifted to the touring mode trying to sleep in the van on the road
I gotta find a place to call home Ive got the truck stop blues
Taking care of myself paying my dues living life day by day ive
Got the truck stop blues dont think Id have it any other way
song performed by by NOFX
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Hypocrisy!
U.S. Chamber of Commerce fought tooth ‘n nail
To attempt defeat “Health Care Reform Bill”
Now they line up for Federal Government bail
After Healthcare Exec pockets’ burgeon n’ fill
ROTMS
From:
Thom's blog (Thom Hartmann Program)
Why are Koch Industries and the Chamber Getting Entitlements?
“Yesterday it was in the news that Koch Industries, who spent millions of dollars opposing health care reform, applied for federal health care dollars to bolster its early retiree program. Today Health Watch lists more than a dozen members of the board of directors of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce who have also applied for these hated federal funds including Pfizer, PepsiCo, New York Life Insurance Company, Eastman Kodak, IBM, Rolls-Royce North America. This past year the U.S. Chamber of Commerce rolled out $3 million a week to battle President Obama's major agenda items. Now we find out that the chamber will spend some $75 million trying to unseat Democrats who voted for the health care law all the while its board members profit from it. In other healthcare news, Forbes magazine this week released its first-ever survey of America's most profitable hospitals, reporting that 24 hospitals with more than 200 beds make 25 cents or more for every dollar of patient revenue they take in. In other words, if you get sick and it costs a million dollars to get you well - not uncommon in today's world, just the corporate hospital's CEO and stockholders will have skimmed off a quarter million bucks. And that doesn't begin to add in the other hundreds of thousands skimmed off by the health insurance banksters, and inflated drug company profits. No wonder Americans pay about twice as much as any other country in the world for healthcare, and executives in that industry are the richest in America.”
-Thom
poem by Ray Lucero
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Brass Spittoons
Clean the spittoons, boy.
Detroit,
Chicago,
Atlantic City,
Palm Beach.
Clean the spittoons.
The steam in hotel kitchens,
And the smoke in hotel lobbies,
And the slime in hotel spittoons:
Part of my life.
Hey, boy!
A nickel,
A dime,
A dollar,
Two dollars a day.
Hey, boy!
A nickel,
A dime,
A dollar,
Two dollars
Buy shoes for the baby.
House rent to pay.
Gin on Saturday,
Church on Sunday.
My God!
Babies and gin and church
And women and Sunday
All mixed with dimes and
Dollars and clean spittoons
And house rent to pay.
Hey, boy!
A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord.
Bright polished brass like the cymbals
Of King David’s dancers,
Like the wine cups of Solomon.
Hey, boy!
A clean spittoon on the altar of the Lord.
A clean bright spittoon all newly polished—
At least I can offer that.
Com’mere, boy!
poem by Langston Hughes
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I left Indiana, and I ain't been back since. I've been doing comedy and paying my bills.
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.