Money, Money, Money! ! !
Accounts
cause
amounts.
Loans
cause
groans.
Bills
cause
ills.Bets
cause
debts.
Riches
cause
b itches.
Shares
cause
millionaires! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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How many millionaires do you know who have become wealthy by investing in savings accounts? I rest my case.
quote by Robert G. Allen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Into This Time
Into this time we move,
with Hopes, and Regrets,
with Bills, and Debts,
Without a Dime, for the Wine,
Without a Glass, for the Mass,
Into this time we move,
Without a Beer, for the Dear,
Without a Mirror, for the Fear,
Into this time we move,
Into this time we move,
With the stacking debts
and regrets to,
Into this time we move,
Into this time we move,
Selling the wine for a Dime,
Stealing the glass from the mass,
Into this time we move,
Into this time we move,
With Debts and Regrets
With Bills and Deals
With Growing Debt
We move into this time.
poem by Brad Combs
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What itches in the daughter's skirt, itches also in her mother's.
Affluent Nightmares
In panic, drenched chest in sweat
Life under the sun’s canopy of have not’s
Banks beg for money, accounts in neglect
Loan sharks plead, as we sign on the dot
To snatch deeds bought with blood
Absent or the lack of cash flow in fountains
Bills rising, sweep currents torrential flood
Collector’s bounty, hide on debts mountain
Leave needs behind in grocer stores
Walk on by, window shopping for baby milk
Panting quickly, awake to vast images of gore
Your dreams of poverty, wet sheets made of silk
My everyday living, well being, welfare
The Affluent, these are their Nightmares
poem by Akili Amina
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Why Work
After months of tedious
Boring, heavy, tiresome
Atrocious, appalling, nude
Light, offensive and etc. work
The next best thing to happen
Is receiving the pay
It's good and who will argue
But before the pay
Landed into our sad and starving wallets
It undergoes a myriad of colorful
Miserable and inevitable circumstance
These sad things man himself invented
The deductions unlimited…
Deduct Deduct Deduct Deduct
Personal Income Tax, Medical Dental
Retirement Tax, Property Tax
Professional Tax, Business Tax
Thumb Tucks, Online Tax…..whewww! ! !
And after the first screening
The second follows…
The Loans, Salary Loan
Policy Loan, Emergency Loan
Calamity Loan, Insurance.
At last, the grain Is so fine
Here comes the hard earned money
The Take Home Pay
And whose waiting..
Electric Bills, Water Bills, Cable Bills, Telephone Bills
So…..I drink cheap wine too…and ignore the erotic pie
poem by Ayi Escalona
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Unexpounded
On Evidence, on Deeds, on Bills,
On Copyhold, on Loans, on Wills,
Lawyers great books indite;
The creaking of their busy quills
I've never heard on Right.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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In A/C With Ghosts
You can shuffle and scuffle and scold,
You can rattle the knockers and knobs,
Or batter the doorsteps with buckets of gold
Till the Deputy-Governor sobs.
You can sneak up a suitable plank
In a frantic endeavor to see—
But what do they do in the Commonwealth Bank
When the Big Door bangs at Three?
Listen in the cellars, listen in the vaults,
Can’t you hear the tellers turning somersaults?
Can’t you hear the spectres of inspectors and directors
Dancing with the phantoms in a Dead Man’s Waltz?
Some are ghosts of nabobs, poverty and stray bobs,
Midas and his mistress, Mammon and his wife;
Other ones are sentries, guarding double entries,
Long-forgotten, double-dealing, troubled double-life.
Down among the pass-books, money lent and spent,
Down among the forests of the Four Per Cent.,
Where the ledgers meet and moulder, and the overdrafts grow older,
And the phantoms shrug a shoulder when you ask ’em for the rent.
They are bogies of Grandfather’s cheques,
They are spectres of buried accounts,
They are crinoline sweethearts with pearls on their necks,
Demanding enormous amounts.
They are payment for suppers and flowers,
For diamonds to banish a tear,
For sweet, pretty ladies in opulent hours . . .
And tombstones . . . and bailiffs . . . and beer . . .
Down in the bowels of the bank, the ledgers lie rank upon rank,
The debts of the ages come out of their pages,
The bones of old loans creak and clank—
Oh, if you could peep through the door
To day at a Quarter Past Four,
You’d find all the ghosts at their usual posts,
And you wouldn’t sign cheques any more!
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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I am being watched..
Wherever I go, I am watched,
even to the loo, I am watched,
While driving the car,
crossing the signals,
Walking in the malls,
Talking in the halls,
I am watched.
When the smoking alarms go on,
I am watched.
When the traffic tickets issued,
I am watched.
When the bills are not paid,
I am watched.
When the bills are over due,
I am warned.
When my accounts are watched,
when my status is watched,
when my orientation is watched,
What freedom do I talk about?
When my finger prints are stored,
When my eyes are photographed,
When photographs are safe kept,
What freedom do I have?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Small ills are the fountains of most of our groans. Men trip not on mountains, they stumble on stones.
I Am Just A Horse
I am just a horse
I have no dreams I have no choice
I'm mad I'm sad I can rejoice
Yet still I have
No voice
Revere me regard me discard me
The greenest field the killing pen
I never know just how or when
I'll live or die or
Speak again
Love me respect me dissect me
I'll be your friend or someone's steak
Or pay the debts on bets you make
Whatever I have you
Will take
In the end I'm still a horse
And my fate is not my own
Of course
Isn't That A Contradiction?
What ARE you saying?
Because I do not pay my debts...
I am NOT patriotic?
Isn't that a contradiction?
My debts are not only proof,
That I am a patron of 'patriotism'.
With debts as my evidence.
But I am a veteran of the philosophy as well.
Take your accusations elsewhere.
Or at least give credit where credit is due.
I...
Am entitled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Small amounts of philosophy lead to atheism, but larger amounts bring us back to God.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Numerals are images of amounts. But the amounts they represent are real.
quote by Roy H. Williams
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My Father Is Always In Debt
My father has to pay all the bills,
This is done gladly by his own will.
Bills are for the house mortgage,
To have a decent shelter for our sake.
Electricity, gas, water bills are enormous indeed,
Which are really basic human need.
Another really huge is a burden of our school fees,
Education nowaday is expensive, but not for free.
My report card with 'A' makes him happy with a glee,
So my father pays them without any hesitation,
Looking forward to the day of our graduation.
For us to climb higher in social rank,
To this expectation his heart never sank.
Food and clothings are no more cheap,
Sometimes upon him, a debt will be heaped,
Causing very difficult to make both ends meet.
He prays for us to be healthy,
In case of illness, extra money must be spent plenty.
He patiently endures the pinches of poverty,
Only our hard work in education would bring him out ot this tragedy.
Though the saying is 'Money cannot make everything.'
He knows it can make a lot of things.
O, Dad, don't worry, when I start to work,
Your burden is going to be stopped.
For the loans, I am going to repay,
So that you will have a happy and easy day.
The Garret
Within a London garret high,
Above the roofs and near the sky,
My ill-rewarding pen I ply
To win me bread.
This little chamber, six by four,
Is castle, study, den, and more,--
Altho' no carpet decks the floor,
Nor down, the bed.
My room is rather bleak and bare;
I only have one broken chair,
But then, there's plenty of fresh air,--
Some light, beside.
What tho' I cannot ask my friends
To share with me my odds and ends,
A liberty my aerie lends,
To most denied.
The bore who falters at the stair
No more shall be my curse and care,
And duns shall fail to find my lair
With beastly bills.
When debts have grown and funds are short,
I find it rather pleasant sport
To live 'above the common sort'
With all their ills.
I write my rhymes and sing away,
And dawn may come or dusk or day:
Tho' fare be poor, my heart is gay.
And full of glee.
Though chimney-pots be all my views;
'T is nearer for the winging Muse,
So I am sure she 'll not refuse
To visit me.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Ending up-front fees should make it far easier for all students to go to university as they will no longer have to pay up to /1,125 out of their loans at the start of each year. Student loans will also rise to meet average living costs.
quote by Anne Campbell
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Disgrace
We work all day
for a house and car.
Tarred and feathered
is what we are.
Stuck like Brer Rabbit
trying to get away
from mortgages and loans
and all we pay.
But that's the good
old American way.
We complain and comlain
but have no say.
We need a place to live
and a way to travel
so we pay and watch
our accounts unravel.
The cycle's unending.
The road's too long.
We can't find the end of it.
It's just plain wrong.
The scam is in place
for the tarred, feathered face.
And what we now have
is a damned disgrace.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Even President Bush has cited the need to outlaw the practice of corporations making loans to their officers. Strangely enough, when the President was a corporate officer, he took out several loans from the company.
quote by Bennie Thompson
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Or
the finger
the lips, the foot,
or the paper bills,
or the bank book accounts,
or the relatives, or the priest
in the house, the rails,
the forest,
the kitchen, or behind the janitor's store room
or the cave
or the garage,
whatever, if love is love,
it must survive, it may suffice
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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