Cash and Carry
Logistically speaking...
The farce observed is deepening.
Two opponents on the surface,
Are hyped to run to lead.
An ailing country...
With a wounded economy!
A bailout is recommended,
To rescue with loand and credit.
As those who speak publicly...
Tell those who will vote,
How their service connected patriotism
Has them indebted.
Experience is spoken...
As a thought those voting should have.
Plus one is young and black.
Is the country ready for that?
The other is older,
With a look as if a weight is on his shoulders.
While the one selected and picked,
And giving trillions of dollars...
In a secret committment.
To handle how this 'bailout' should fit.
Is much younger than them both.
A thirty-five year old assistant secretary of the treasury.
Who is prepared to cash and carry,
And spend his way through...
While those who have invested their livelihoods,
Will never see a piece of it returned to them
To put in their pockets!
And this sham plays on!
'What are you talking about? '
Another 'kneeling' done.
To have someone unsuspected...
Carry the cash.
Pocket the funds.
Make a few public statements.
Divvy up the goods and run!
Pay attention to the process.
It will avoid the need for becoming stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folks can't carry around money in their pocket. They've got to go to an ATM machine, and they've got to pay a few dollars to get their own dollars out of the machine. Who ever thought you'd pay cash to get cash? That's where we've gotten to.
quote by Bill Janklow
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But It Is to Your Interests
'We are against him.
He proposes to redistribute the wealth.
And that is not our interests.'
Oh?
But it is to your interests,
To maintain a drain on the economy
With trillions of dollars...
To give to a few,
With hypocritical views...
You campaign to keep.
To rescue with a 'bailout'
In a brainwashing of those who follow,
Standards and values that deplete them of reality!
'He wishes to inflict upon us socialistic values! '
And you...
Wish to keep those in need.
As you continue feeding your greed!
In a democracy that bleeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eliminate Congress
Are you freaking kidding, me
A free bailout, to the rich and greedy
So to hell with, the poor and needy
A credit debauchle
From your pockets and mine
While the super rich
Steal and spend
When, oh lord will all this madness
Come to an end
Never I say
This greed from high end business, politicians
Will never go away
This message from a simple man, a janitor
Depressed again
Another day
poem by Matt Mondschein
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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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My Question to Alan Greenspan and Ben Bernanke
When banks went bankrupt, to bail them out
The government gave them a cushy handout
When the rest of economy went to recession
The government tried to make a good impression
It printed trillions of fiat money
To rescue all friends of the Easter Bunny
To provide the necessary wherewithal
To spend its way out of the hole
The politicians were not aware
While they built the bridges that lead to nowhere
That money is also a finite resource
They had good intentions: for better or for worse
Inflation and taxes beyond any doubt
Caused my retirement fund wipe out
My finances were trapped, I couldn’t get any cash
When stocks and bonds have turned into trash
I was paying my mortgage & credit card debt
I spent money wisely, my expenses were capped
With banks in default, the dollar’s inflating
I still retain 5-star credit rating
Hey, Mr.Bernanke and Mr.Greenspan
Something is wrong with your genius plan
Would you, please, tell me, whose fault is that -
People are suffering and banksters are fat?
***
August 23,2009
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Every citizen of this country should be guaranteed that their vote matters, that their vote is counted, and that in the voting booth, their vote has a much weight as that of any CEO, any member of Congress, or any President.
quote by Barbara Boxer
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There Are No Pockets In A Shroud
Money makes the world go round,
I wonder who said that,
It must have been a billionaire,
A grass roots spoiled brat.
They take their lead from politicians,
Do as I say Not as I do,
They write how to fiddle editions,
As more funds they must accrue.
The rich are really all the same,
Whether they act or if they sing,
They'll always preach to you and me,
Money isn't everything.
Don't you find it really strange,
It's actually quite funny,
That the very people who make this claim,
Have all got loads of money.
Now I'm not being flippant,
Nor am I being abrupt,
But cash along with power,
Really does corrupt.
They love their yachts and fancy cars,
But you must always be aware,
Though it's you and I who make them rich,
For us they just don't care.
As they live their lives of splendour,
They ignore the plight of others,
To sharing they'll never surrender,
Their self delusion and arrogance smothers.
These greedy people the world over,
Are so obsessed with amassing wealth,
As they strive to make their trillions,
They tend to ignore their health.
Before they know it's time to go,
They shout out, we need more time,
We've got loads of lovely dosh to spend,
To take us now would be a crime.
When they arrive at Heavens gate,
They all put on a frown,
No debit cards or hard fast cash,
Just a plain white gown.
God says, on Earth you were rich and famous,
You stood out in a crowd,
But you cannot take it with you,
‘'There Are No Pockets In A Shroud''
I Am Not Proud Of My Country
I love my Homeland Country and of it's scenic sights I sing
But I don't say I am proud to be Irish as proud has a patriotic ring
And those who feel proud of their Country often go that step too far
As pride leads to patriotism and patriotism leads to war.
I have never waved my Country's flag at parade or football game
And I am not Proud of my country though I love it just the same
For pride and love are different as different as can be
And pride that leads to patriotism has never appealed to me.
Some people on flag post in their front yard fly their Country's flag
And I am proud of my Country you hear them proudly brag
But others worthiness and cultures they never could embrace
And without saying so they are telling you that ours is a superior race.
I am proud of my Country you will never hear me say
Though many feel that pride and patriotism are good and quite okay
But how many young men have died in wars due to patriotic pride
Love brings people together whilst pride and patriotism divide.
I have never been a soldier or had honours to my name
And I am not Proud of my Country though I love it just the same
And those who feel proud of their Country can take that step too far
For pride leads to patriotism and patriotism can lead to war.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The (Not-So-Great) Bailout of 2008
Gather round children,
as I tell the tale,
Of how all the banks
started to fail.
About how the government
bailed out the rich,
Rather than the poor,
which would have been a switch.
People were greedy,
for something called cash,
Brokers on Wall Street had plenty,
so what they did seems rash.
And so they started
robbing regular people blind.
That's how America (and the World)
got into a bind.
The banks began approving loans for homes,
to anyone who might need.
The value would go up,
and you could re-mortgage indeed.
People started spending
what they never had.
The way money was their religion
was awfully sad.
People would spend thousands of dollars,
On luxury items and diamond rings,
While poor children went without
food, braces and things.
The world was on a bubble
about to break.
Still banks pushed loans and investments
with ratings that were fake.
The economy crashed
like a run away train.
Regular people watched as their savings
and retirement went down the drain.
The president and congress
fearing another crash,
put together
a bailout plan fast.
They reasoned, if we don't fix the economy
the whole ship will sink.
'You don't understand, ' they claimed
the world is on the brink.
And so the government taught future generations,
handing (the rich) a bone,
That's it's okay to spend
more than you own.
poem by Joseph DeMarco
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unsaintly
Two saints on a long journey
Towards some unknown destiny
On their way met a pretty houri
At the riverside of Kaveri
She prayed them humbly
“Oh! Hermits holy! Can you take me
To the other side of Kaveri”
The younger saint said with fury
“Don’t you see oh lady?
We are saints! Don’t touch thy body!
But the older saint said kindly
“Oh! Young lady
Climb my shoulders! I’ll carry”
Crossed the river all the three
The girl left the company
Saints resumed their odyssey
After a long walk silently
Burst out the young saint wildly
“You have done something unsaintly
How could you carry that lady? ”
The older saint smiled and said coolly
“I left her at the banks of Kaveri
Do you still carry her in mind heavily? ”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Shop, she shops!
Once she constantly smiled
Bought cloths and jewelry that gave her style
Shop, shop, shop
She shopped till she dropped
Shop, shop, shop
She just could not seem to stop
Her credit was on top
Her spending way rocket up
She paid with cash or credit card
This Lady was absolutely shopping mad
Shoping malls!
Markets stalls!
Shoes, clothing, and handbags she bought all year long
Spend, spend and spend daily was her beloved song
Shop, shop, shop
She now shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
This lady has now put a stop
Today is different shopping expedition
This time spending with supervision
No more that crazy spending addiction
Her credit card is cut
Her goods seized, the whole lot
Today she spends, her pockets hurt!
She has become street wise
Haggling with each price
She has become precise
About what she needs and not what is nice
Shop, shop, shop
She shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
Her spending has taken a big drop!
This lady has now put a stop to shop!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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On Your Own
Stop thinking you need me to lead the way.
Or someone else to hold your hand,
To help you avoid traffic on a crowded street.
Open your eyes and carry your own weight.
Don't depend on me,
To be there to protect your fate.
Know what it is like to defend and debate...
That which is in your heart.
And not that which you fake...
When it is convenient for you,
To decide you feel safe.
Hiding behind walls,
With a mind that finds it easy to define...
What is or is not real for all
From a point of view stalled without experience.
Just to live a life you wish.
Is not a burden I choose to live with.
And wont.
Nor will I delay in waiting...
On a path I take,
For someone like you to decide what steps I make.
And even if we were identical twins...
I would trust you to make a decision,
Alone.
On your own.
Without guidance to process a thought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Graceland
Tomb of a millionaire,
A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen,
Place of the dead where they spend every year
The usury of twenty-five thousand dollars
For upkeep and flowers
To keep fresh the memory of the dead.
The merchant prince gone to dust
Commanded in his written will
Over the signed name of his last testament
Twenty-five thousand dollars be set aside
For roses, lilacs, hydrangeas, tulips,
For perfume and color, sweetness of remembrance
Around his last long home.
(A hundred cash girls want nickels to go to the movies to-night.
In the back stalls of a hundred saloons, women are at tables
Drinking with men or waiting for men jingling loose silver dollars in their pockets.
In a hundred furnished rooms is a girl who sells silk or dress goods or leather stuff for six dollars a week wages
And when she pulls on her stockings in the morning she is reckless about God and the newspapers and the police, the talk of her home town or the name people call her.)
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Fugitive
we got the soul
we got the honey
stayed alive
we keep on running
house is on fire
with petrol stain
we stay on the move
ahead of the flames
we are the new
accelerators
faster we go
before they make us
maybe we did
maybe maybe we don't
we see your face
as you throw the stone
i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done
those born a sweat
through eyes of love
bring more light
than five thousand hertz
it's not where you're from
or where you go
or what you believe
it's more than you know
open your head
open your head
hold me close as you jump off the edge
[chorus]
i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done
so don't carry the weight
don't carry the weight
i don't carry the weight
you can't change the world
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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That Would Be Devastating
How is he preparing for the next debate?
'That's hard for us to determine,
As of this date.'
Why?
'Well...
He's great during our practice sessions.
To make sure the public is informed.
But somehow he is still not convinced,
That eliminating the facts to use against his opponent...
Is not the way to win.'
What do you think is behind his strategy?
'We have no clue.
But hopefully he will realize...
The people have become fantasized,
By the image his opponent presents.
And using the facts as truth to prove,
To the people they have been duped...
Is what he has to do! '
I wonder if it would be to his benefit,
If he chose to expose to the people...
He was fluent in the speaking of Chinese?
And if he is not re-elected...
The Chinese will demand immediate payment,
Of those trillions of dollars...
They have invested in keeping us all delusioned.
'We have already suggested that.
But during the last conference we had with Big Bird,
A different tactic is guaranteed to awaken all the people.
You see...
The opponent has no idea,
How powerful Sesame Street really is.'
You don't think he is prepared to use Big Bird's recommendations,
As his secret weapon?
'Not only do I think he is going to use Big Bird.
But the entire cast of Sesame Street.'
That would be devastating for any opponent,
If he decided to do so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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God, Bless You
'God, bless you' and how are you?
Posed a direct question what I knew about 'Thou'
'No simply not 'never I tried,
'So is the problem' and she cried,
I am at the age of fifty one,
Look after nobody and care no one,
Up the sky and down the earth,
Still I hope there could be someone,
'Why so pessimist and no good faith'
I asked when visibly moved
”Still I have to take more breath,
Gone are gone and left with some years,
But still I may hold no more tears”,
Still I am young but not so aged,
left with no thought but feel caged,
Honour still not lost and damaged,
Prestige not over and still have salvaged,
Have two sons younger and older,
younger is childish and older so wiser,
Older saves more and do a good job,
Younger plays merry and make big rob,
Kid’s stay with me but no more money,
Younger still do nothing and spend on honey,
Still I do make, no such grievance,
Guide him to a path for san extravagance
'Are we on same path' asked old lady,
'No, not the same' but 'yes' to it,
have no problem and plenty just to eat,
'Oh, God, ” allow me a candle just to lit,
I was just not taken a back,
life was just full of pack,
fire before face and well just back,
I will not show and issues rack.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This I Have I Been Shown
Remember those days,
Seeing people cross a street...
To avoid the ones hungry and homeless?
With a looking down from their held high noses,
As if to evaluate those in need.
Do you remember experiencing hard times,
Knee deep in troubles...
And those you knew abandoned you?
To leave you and wouldn't even speak...
IF they saw you on the street or anywhere publicly.
With their evaluations.
Do you remember getting up on your own two feet,
And determined to beat the odds?
Do you remember beating those odds,
To find yourself feeling blessed...
Confessing your gratefulness to those,
Who had not a clue who you were?
Although...
You remember those days,
Seeing them cross the street to avoid speaking?
But...
You have no problem at all assisting them,
As they experience homelessness and hunger.
And you are not there to evaluate.
Do you remember experiencing hard times,
Knee deep in troubles...
And those you knew abandoned you?
To leave you and wouldn't even speak...
IF they saw you on the street or anywhere publicly?
Do you remember those days keeping your faith,
When that was all that you had to display?
Wishing you could rub a dime in your pocket.
Do you remember giving your last five dollars away,
Knowing it was okay?
And WHO and WHAT knew what it took to make you happy.
With a delivering to you all your needs?
I do.
And I don't need a hint or a clue from anyone to know this.
Nor their self righteous evaluations.
And I take pride in knowing from where it was I came.
I've taken full responsibility for my actions,
With a pause to hesitate.
And I will never find blame to fault anyone,
For the most fantastic lessons I have ever learned.
I have long awakened to know,
The Creator does not always favor...
Those impeccably dress who detest others,
Given images to test as assignments...
To uncover where one's heart is located.
This I have been shown,
Many times.
And...
Most times those who find themselves,
In positions to evaluate others...
Can not escape from being assessed,
By tests they are unaware to them had been given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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