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Dollars and sense

Financially the world’s a mess.
The reason why not hard to guess.

A credit based economy
will always lack stability.
Advancing cash too easily

may rapidly increase your take
but in the end it’s a mistake.
A nightmare from which you cannot wake,
leading to sorrow and heartache.

For people who have overspent
money far too easily lent
by bankers who had one intent.

To profit from your borrowing.
My final comment cash is king.

23-Apr-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Enemy

I owe no man, no man owes me
Exactly as it ought to be.
I pay hard cash for what I buy.
There is a simple reason why.

I will not pay expensively
for things I buy impulsively.
I do not need the latest style
I find that if I wait a while.

That fashion change and prices fall
I can resist the siren call.
Of T.V. adverts telling me
that I can have all that I see.

By spending on my credit card,
but I am always on my guard.
I have no debts that worry me
at nights I can sleep peacefully.

Your credit cards an enemy
although it claims to be friendly
I know it is convenient
It’s too easy to get overspent,

25-Apr-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Discredited a Lament

Alas and alack now life is hard.
They cancelled out my credit card
I used to live in luxury
now I’m condemned to poverty

My firm downsized and let me go.
Which put an end to my cash flow
My bank foreclosed; I could not pay
therefore they took my house way

My wife divorced me and she left.
I’m single homeless and bereft.
I face a life of misery.
Nobody wants to hire me.

I’m not too old to start again
given the opportunity
but I must make do until then
on other peoples charity.

The fat cat bankers are to blame.
Lending without security
Increasing profits was their aim
That’s why they acted recklessly.

The system failed, it had to come.
/o many could or would not pay.
Vast profits had been made by some
but now hard times are here to stay.

The fat cats will escape Scott free
The government will bail them out
condoning their dishonesty
The fat cats will not go without.

To me it is a travesty
which really makes me furious
It seems there is apparently
one law for them one law for us

Though none of us can claim to be
in every way quite innocent
We could get credit easily
because of this we overspent.

Could not have done, had they not lent
with disregard for fiscal rules.
Its hard to say in the event
between us who were bigger fools.

The lenders or the borrowers
I think the lenders deserve blame
They tempted us with their offers
and changed the rules to suit their game.

It is the small man always pays.
The present system is corrupt
I think its time to change our ways
Declare the fat cats all bankrupt.

Root out and fine the guilty men
why should they always get away?
To milk the system once again
by acting in the same old way.

I think its time to call a halt
and re-establish old values.
The rotten system is at fault
I think most folk will share my views.

I’ve said my piece so I will go
back to the street to beg my bread.
It is and always has been so
I gather from the books I’ve read.

29-Nov-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Losers Lament

Now is the winter of my discontent.
My debtors cannot pay me what they owe
If I had known the facts that I now know
I would not have lent the cash they have spent
They say they do not know just where it went
A poor excuse that is no use to me
I am not taken in so easily
To me it’s very clearly evident.
Though they may have borrowed with good intent
Circumstances have changed in such a way.
That now they cannot pay the interest.
Because of some failed experiment.
I find it most unfair they can’t repay.
The capital which I chose to invest.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Mucho Money

Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Dont you bring me any flowers; flowers wither by the day
No more promise of tomorrows, notodays or yesterdays
Just give me some cash
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Mucho money, mucho money, mucho money, mucho money y mas, y mas, y mas, y mas
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Aint no need for explaination, of a hundred throw away
Ill give you the satisfaction, and you send some cash my way
Eh, no money, no funny!
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Mucho money, mucho money, mucho money, mucho money y mas, y mas, y mas
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
With the cash there in your pocket; youre the king, youre where its at
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa
Ay wa sin-wa-yay ay-wa

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Cash In Your Face

You just could not know how long we tried
To see how this building looks inside
This must be a lucky day for me
Because the sign says theres a vacancy
Look I know you came a long way
But you made it just too late
So we had to give it to somebody else
Well I talked to you on the phone less than fifteen minutes ago
And you told me that it was cool
I graduated from howard u.
My job is paying good money too
And if you check on my resume
Youll find they all wanted me to stay
Well I cant take the time out
To check your credit card
cause the computer just broke down today
Well Ill stop by here tomorrow to complete our interview
But I know what youre gonna say
I know what your bottomline is
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
Too-oo, too-oo too bad,
Too-oo, too-oo too sad
Our first child is due here any day
Thats why were desperate for a place to stay
The location is so perfect too
So please try to do what you can do
Well in this apartment complex no children are allowed
And if you told me that I could have saved you alot of time
Well I thought the bill was passed that said you could not discriminate
But I know some excuse youll find
Because your bottom line is
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
Aye, you might be a great doctor
You might be a great lawyer
You might possess the key to the city
Or maybe a politician
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Cash On The Barrelhead

I got in a little trouble at the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jailhouse
For loafing on the street
Well, the judge said guilty
He made his point
He said fourty-five dollars
Or thirty days in the joint
Thatll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
You can take your choice
Youre twenty-one
No money down
No credit plan
No time to chase you
Cause Im a busy man
I found a telephone number on a laundry slip
I had a good, hardy jailor
With a six gun hip
He let me call long distance
She said, number, please
And just as soon as I told her
She shouted back at me
Said thatll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
Not part, not half
But the entire sum
No money down
No credit line
Cause a little boy tells me
Youre the travelin kind
Thirty days in the jailhouse
Four days on the road
I was feelin mighty hungry
My feet, a heavy load
I saw a greyhound comin
Stuck out my thumb
As soon as I was seated
The driver caught my arm
Said thatll be cash on the barrelhead, hun
This old, grey dog gets paid to run
When the engine starts
And the wheels will roll
Give me cash on the barrelhead
I take ya down the road
Ohh, cash on the barrelhead
I take you down the road

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Provocation

People in the road
I just want to spark the anger
To see how stupid you are
Easily be manipulated

People in the world
I just want to send the danger
To see how afraid you are
Easily be terrorized

People in the cloth
I just want to scratch the fire
To see how well you are
Easily be controlled

People in the slot
I just want to point the liar
To see how shock you are
Easily be distracted

And you will dance in my hand
And I will be laughing behind

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The whole universe is carried on on the credit system, and if the mutual confidence on which it is based were to collapse, it must itself collapse immediately. Just or unjust, it lives by faith; it is based on vague and impalpable opinion that by some inscrutable process passes into will and action, and is made manifest in matter and in flesh: it is meteoric — suspended in mid-air; it is the baseless fabric of a vision so vast, so vivid, and so gorgeous that no base can seem more broad than such stupendous baselessness, and yet any man can bring it about his ears by being over-curious; when faith fails, a system based on faith fails also. Whether the universe is really a paying concern, or whether it is an inflated bubble that must burst sooner or later, this is another matter. If people were to demand cash payment in irrefragable certainty for everything that they have taken hitherto as paper money on the credit of the bank of public opinion, is there money enough behind it all to stand so great a drain even on so great a reserve?

quote by Samuel Butler
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No Cash. No Hash

Bad credit?
I wouldn't have applied for credit at all...
If I could afford what i wanted.

Whether good or bad,
I have never had a grocery store...
Foreclose on my eating habits.

And even though the subject may seem ridiculous,
It's like this...
If I don't have the cash,
No eggs with hash splashed with a dash of catsup...
Will I taste to nibble, sniff or eat.

Try shopping for food,
With all resources depleted.

No cash.
No hash.
Whether credit is good, sad, bad...
Or just nonexistent.
A signature with a promised I.O.U.
Will not do.
Even in the best of times!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Certainly, it's very easy to fall in love with cash. If you're going to make all your decisions based on cash, you're going to have a pretty naffy career.

quote by Mark Ruffalo
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Make That Money (Scrooge's Song)

When I was a boy
I never played with toys
Never had a friend
Never laughed or cried much
And when I was a boy
My father was a man
With a strict and sturdy hand
No soft touch
Make that money, make that money
Make that money run like honey
On your tongue
Gotta make that money
Make that money, listen sonny
Learn to sting before your stung
Now that I'm a man
Every penny has been planned
I'm financially grand
And perfectly greedy
Sentimental fools
I make all your rules
I've got your cash, got your jewels
They're all mortgaged to me
Make that money, make that money
Make that money run like honey
On your tongue
Gotta make that money
Make that money, listen sonny
Learn to sting before your stung
And I know
'Cause he told me so
Told me soI believe him
I still believe...
Give me that money
Controlling all your cash
I could make you live in trash
I eat pheasant, you eat hash
No philanthropy
But when it's time for me to croak
Bury me with all my dough
And where there should've been an oak
My private money tree will grow
Make that money
Said make that money
Make that money run like honey
On your tongue
Told me so
Told me so
He told me so

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Mountain Song

comin' down the mountain
one of many children
everybody has
their own opinion
everybody has
their own opinion
holding it back
hurts so bad
jumping out of my flesh
and i said

cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now!

i was comin down the mountain
met a child she had pin eyes
we had the same opinion
had the same opinion
she was holding it back
it hurts do bad
jumping out of her flesh
and i said

cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now!

song performed by by Jane's Addiction from Nothing's Shocking
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Mandrake

Mandrake.

If you have what you need, food to eat and roof
over your head, the rest is frills and rude greed.
So now we hate bankers they offered us a dream,
endless credit never ending prosperity; they had
dream also to be the sages of their time, silk suited
men who had an answer to everything, of course,
they also wanted to be a little richer than you.

No one expect wisdom and cryptic words about
the economy, falling from bankers pale lips, but
wait, they have not gone away, easy credit will be
back and we can buy that ten bedroom room villa
we don’t need. Once again we’ll listen to bankers,
yes, you and I; just like them we have big dreams
and will go on believing in fairytales.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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King Money

Not what you are,
But what youve earned
Where jack-queen-king
Moneys concerned
A friend in need is a friend in debt
That kinda friend king money can forget.
May those that are full get struck dumb
When they tell the hungry of the good times
To come,
More money than sense in their defence
And cheaper jokes at our expense
So if your king is money
Then I feel sorry for you
And if you think that its funny
Then maybe you do...
Maybe you do king money
King money, king money
The midas touch doesnt mean
That much until youre crippled with greed,
Using gold as a crutch or half a man
For half a crown for half a kingdom
For half a town
No geldt-in-my-pelt-jack,
No cash in my shack so tell me the things
That you think I lack
Just what kinda price are you willing to pay
For a holiday from the royal tourniquet
So if your king is money
Then I feel sorry for you
And if you think that its funny
Then maybe you do...
Maybe you do king money
King money, king money
Standing by the xerox machine
I want to duplicate some money
Build a fortune up in black and white
But Ill need a master copy.
Youre gonna give your love to me
Shake an apple off the apple tree
When she moves its poetry
Come to me now, one, two, three
King ka
King ka
King king money
Plan the perfect double murder
Maybe win the pools when I get some money
Honey, Ill be knee high in consumer
Durables
Adorables...

song performed by by Abc
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I Know It 'Aint' Been That Easy

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Making ends meet,
And feeding.
With nothing to spare for treats.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Living alone,
And the money's gone.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Like that,
Cash strapped.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.

And I know it aint been that easy...
Cash strapped and trapped.
I know it aint been that easy...
Cash strapped and trapped.

I know it aint been that easy,
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.

Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.

I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own...
Doing the best you do to make it through

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking More Like Rats

They wish to touch their money...
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.

They requested cash but were issued checks.
And this was not what was expected.
And all who stood in line complained...
Perplexed.
While the smiles on the bankers,
Tried to keep themselves the ones less suspected.

And this would spread across the land,
As explanations of a crisis were denied.
While millions of people,
Began living third world visions...
Many in high places,
Were looking more like rats...
Seeking very low holes,
To scatter as the light began showing...
Upon their falsely painted smiles.
And their deceiving fast running backs!

Ohhh...
They wish to touch their money.
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.
And they are told their impatience...
Which had grown into angered fits.
Is the reason and the blame...
Their money has become worthless!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cry Cry Cry

Third Eye Blind Feat. Merle Haggard
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash,
Johnny Cash trying to calm the criminal, soothed and imprisoned by a Memphis summer hymnal, with a saftey razor and a good man's nightmare, and that long road out of here paved with words that he don't believe, and a bitch of a woman caused the man in black to grieve
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I think you only live to see the lights of town
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try
Cause when the lights have lost their glow you'll cry, cry, cry
Soon your sugardaddies will all be gone
You wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call for me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye
When I turn around and walk away you'll cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry
I lie awake at night to wait till you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell you're gonna cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, and then you'll, you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, cry
When your fickle love gets old, and no one will care for you
You'll come back for me for a little love that's true
I'll tell you no and then you'll ask me why, why, why
When I remind you of all of this you'll cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you, you'll want me then
It'll hurt when you think of all the fool you've been
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry
Johnny Cash trying to calm the criminal, soothed and imprisoned by a Memphis summer hymnal, with a saftey razor...
It's gonna hurt you, hurt you

song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Everybody Hold Still

I knew I shouldn't have left the appartement
I knew I should've stayed in watching TV
If I'd looked at the moon
and looked at my stars
I wouldn't be in this mess I'm in right now.
I should've known when my car would not get started
It should've clicked when indecision read its question mark
If I'd ran back for the phone
But instead I let it ring
I wouldn't be in this mess I'm in right now.
Everybody hold still
Nobody gets hurt
I could've left all my cash and talen a credit card
I should've saidf'Don't wear no jewelery you're looking fine'
If I'd ran back for the phone
But instead I let it ring
I wouldn't be in this miss I'm in right now.
Everybody hold still
Nobody gets hurt
Please don't take all of my money mister
Don't take my money all money, money
Everybody hold still
Nobody gets hurt

song performed by by Grace Jones
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Your Cash Ain't Nothing But Trash

(c. calhoun)
Walking down the main drag one night
I met a fine chick that looked- just right
She stopped in and i flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around, and with a fround
She said this ain't no circus and i don't need a clown
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
So there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make the hit with that chick
I tried to get a cadillac right quick
The man at the place looked so strange
I had nine hundred bucks and some change
We disagreed, i tried to pleed
He said i ain't no chicken and i don't need your feed
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Then brother you're crawling we passed your speed
I'm walking and countin my bucks
The man with the gun said hands up
I tried to get away but i was too slow
He caught me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout, as he cut out
"you really lost nothing what you're crying about?"
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And he took my watch and i passed out
I woke in the arms of a big cop
Police station next stop
The judge swung his fist down plunk plunk
Twenty dollar fine 'cause you're drunk
Dig up the dough, and you can go
And all i had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
But i sure better get me some more

song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Psycopaths

On the news we see abusers,
Are they psycopaths.
Drug abusers in the schools.
Are they psycopaths.
Confused sick people,
Are they psycopaths.
The misfits, unfit depicted as mad.

Are the ones paranoid,
Also psycopaths.
And the people who annoy,
Are they psycopaths.
What about the crooks,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.

Are the ones who lie and cheat,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about deceivers,
Are they psycopaths.
And the cops who beat up people,
Are they psycopaths.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.

And what about the homeless,
Who have no cash.
Are they and the hungry,
Psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.

Are the rich and snobby people,
Also psycopaths.
Are the people who don't eat,
Are they psycopaths.
And those who watch their diets,
Are they psycopaths.
And those playing videos,
Killing fast!

Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.

Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.

And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.

Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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