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Let's Go For Our Walk

A festive time they had.
Wining and dining,
And sipping on the best champagne.
The only complaints heard,
Were the hors d'oeuvres were late
In being served.
And the servants' shoes were not shined.

Times change overnight!
These same folks are finding themselves uptight.
Every dime that they had and their homes are gone.
Investments made and lives lived on good credit...
Came thundering to an end,
With the event for them was a freakish storm!

'Horace? Where's our money, dear? '

Horace snapped his mind...
When their 401k took a deep decline!
And the banks stopped all loans and credit...
As excuses for bankruptcy,
Bank executives could not find!

And the greatest of their pretensions,
Became as worthless as they saw those homeless!

Now the churches seem packed with redeemers...
But God does not control the mint!
And the demons who prayed to keep their lifestyles worshipped,
Suffer pain and hardships from their own decadence.

'Grandpa...
Why do you always keep your shoes shined? '

It's a reminder to keep myself respected.
And my steps grateful to be taken in simplicity.
Feeling blessed.

'I don't understand.'

You will one day.
Come on...
Let's go for our walk.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In His Eyes! And Ours

Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!

Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.

Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.

Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.

Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.

Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.

And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.

Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Credit Crunch Punch

I had a hunch about the credit crunch
Now it is making an unusual loud scrunch

Take a look at the whole financial bunch
Stock brokers make money on just a keypunch
Millionaires overspend on exquisite lunches
Those in poverty get the credit crunch punch
While many in this world cannot afford brunch

I had a hunch about the credit crunch
Now it is making an unusual loud scrunch

With Governments pumping billions into bank
As Banks claim to have an empty money tank
Everyone moans about previous inadequate loans
But the inevitable can no longer be postponed

I had a hunch about the credit crunch
Now it is making an unusual loud scrunch
As we all have to face the credit crunch punch

Coypright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Dance!

Sometimes i think i go insane
So what's a boy supposed to do
Working just to pay my way
But baby when the day is through
Just wanna have a good time
Hey! i've got my shoe, shoes shined
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
Walking down the city street
They don't like the kind of stuff i play
But feel that bass beneath your feet
Man don't take my only life away
Just wanna have a good time
Hey! i've got my shoe, shoes shined
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
I'm scared when i wake up sometimes it gets so fast
I want it high and higher but it never lasts
And all i have starts friday night with my first drink
Don't tell me, don't say anything, don't wanna think
Just wanna dance

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Unsolicited

Without the advantage,
And benefits...
That do not overnight come,
One's intended physical regimen...
Will more than likely,
Will be something not to be done.

And an absence of discipline,
To initiate motivation...
Seldom begins,
Without a doing.

But those committed to wining and dining,
Will find the time to spend...
Making arrangements for them.
And this says one thing about priorities set.
They have been effectively placed,
To make the best excuses.

And the best of excuses do come,
Unsolicited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now between '45 and '48, things would change enormously, 'cos we'd had credit in United States, credit from the Bank of America, credit from the Import-Export Bank and people had started working again.

quote by Gianni Agnelli
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Put Yourself In My Shoes

Your mind is made up you wont even try
You didnt even cry this time
You say that we could never see eye to eye
And one of us just must be blind
We have our differences
Were still the same
See what we want to see
But you take a second look
And maybe things wouldnt seem the same
If you could see what you mean to me
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a mile for me
Ill put myself in your shoes
Maybe then wed see
That if you put yourself in my shoes
Youd have some sympathy
And if I could only put myself in your shoes
Id walk right back to me
Youre gonna keep walkin and youre gonna pass me by
You say you dont even care
But I could always recognize a real good-bye
And I know your hearts not there
Weve had our differences
Were still the same
Hear what we want to hear
Now Im head over heels in the lost and found
Its a cryin shame
I thought we made the perfect pair
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a while walk that mile for me
Ill put myself in your shoes
Maybe then wed see
That if you put yourself in my shoes
Youd have some sympathy
And if I could only put myself in your shoes
Id walk right back to me
Id walk right back to me
Id walk right back to me

song performed by by Clint Black
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Is She Conscious

Is she conscious
Is she really wide awake?
Is she conscious
Of her beaatiful mistake?
Is she conscious
As she moves among the crowd?
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Is she asleep or just afloat?
Is she conscious
Of the letter that she wrote?
Is she conscious
Of the music in her ears?
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
As she moves across the room?
Is she conscious
Of the weeping of the moon?
Is she conscious
As she leaves the door ajar?
Is she conscious
As she gets into the car?
I dont even wanna say her name
I dont even wanna say her name
Thats all
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
Thats all
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Of the chauffeur as he drives?
Is she conscious
As the ambulance arrives?

song performed by by Waterboys
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Is She Conscious

Is she conscious
Is she really wide awake?
Is she conscious
Of her beaatiful mistake?
Is she conscious
As she moves among the crowd?
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Shes got thw world upon a piece of string
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Is she asleep or just afloat?
Is she conscious
Of the letter that she wrote?
Is she conscious
Of the music in her ears?
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
As she moves across the room?
Is she conscious
Of the weeping of the moon?
Is she conscious
As she leaves the door ajar?
Is she conscious
As she gets into the car?
I dont even wanna say her name
I dont even wanna say her name
Thats all
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
I wanna sing it from the toppest tower
Thats all
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
The queen of sheba could have shined her shoes
Its so
He was ugly and she was beautiful
He was ugly and she was so
Is she conscious
Of the chauffeur as he drives?
Is she conscious
As the ambulance arrives?

song performed by by Waterboys
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More Arrogant Than Necessary

Remember a few years ago,
When folks 'with' good credit...
Use to brag about the number of cards,
They had.

'I have all the major ones!
And you? '

None!

'None? Well...
I pride myself on maintaining good credit! '

I'm a true American.
Destined to have bad credit...
I guess!
And 'today' my bad credit prevented me,
From getting a credit card.

I did have one many years ago.
I never used it and was still stuck with a bill.
Charging me fees for 'non-use'.
Oh yes!

Now I've heard...
Not only have some folks experienced,
Tripled interests rates.
They are charged an additional fee...
IF less than two items are purchased in a single month.
AND...'if' the bank is not paid for those purchases,
Within thirty days...
That's another fee!

Years ago I frequented a store called Nellie's
On Canton Street in Hartford.
I was a kid.
Grown...
But a child nonetheless.
It was rare for me to have money.
But I ended up in Nellie's talking with her.
And she'd give me a lollipop.
I was a child using my charm to the max.

One day I licked on a lollipop...
And Ms Nellie said, 'Two for Five cents.'

'I ain't got no five cents, Ms Nellie! '

~That's your last lollipop! ~

Where are they?
What have we done to those teachers?

Who stuck by a decision to feed addicting greed to folks?
Especially to the ones who ain't got no cash.
Or none laying around in a bank.
If 'they' did 'they' would not be closing them!

I demanded my account closed years ago.
And took all of my twenty dollars out!
The manager had stated...
I was 'acting' more arrogant than necessary.
'Excuse me?
Close my account! Now.
And that will be in 'twenty' one dollar bills...
Thank you! '

They are using 'my' money?
And pushing 'me' around like that?
I...don't think so!

I'm glad I did that earlier.
The thought of standing in a line,
'Waiting' to see if my life's savings are safe...
I don't have the patience anymore to do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Sensitivity Business

When I think of me and myself and I...
I am often quite surprised,
By the little attention I give...
To being that kind of guy.

I've been accused of being self centered,
Many times.
But nothing I have done can define me that way.
Although, I admit, I did one time 'try'.

I tried to feel that I am 'all' that.
I even got up one morning,
Promising myself no one else would matter.
Prepared with a list of accomplishments to announce.
With a printing of them on flyers so they would scatter.

Boring!

Within twenty-four hours other folks were on my mind.
After I spent a day observing 'them'.
And losing myself within creative intentions to complete...
Some activity that would influence the undoing,
A lack of concern and the misery many find.

Oh...
This sensitivity business,
Is not cool with me sometimes.
I often awaken thinking what it would be like,
To have only wining and dining on my mind all the time.
With a clock to beat...
Thinking of retirement as I laid on some beach.

And 'if' I didn't accept early in my life,
That it wasn't all about me...
I'd be contributing to complaints on a daily basis,
Doing that as my contribution to community outreach.

I'm blessed to hear from others...
I perceive much better off with time to do that.
Since I am blessed to be self centered free...
And not have limitation on my mind as a trap!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diary Of Horace Wimp

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Monday:Late again,today,he'd be in trouble though
he'd say he was sorry,he'd have to hurry out the bus.
Tuesday:Horace was so sad,he'd never had a girl that he
could care for,and if he was late once more,he'd be out.
CHORUS
Don't be afraid,just knock on the door,
Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.
Then a voice from above said--
"Horace Wimp,this is your life,
Go out and find yourself a wife.
Make a stand and be a man,
And you will have a great life plan."
Wednesday:Horace met a girl,she was small and she
was very pretty,he thought he was in love,he was afraid.
Thursday:Asks her for a date,the cafe down the street
tomorrow evening,his head was reeling,
when she said "Yes O.K."
Repeat Chorus
Friday:Horace,this is it,he asks the girl if maybe they
could marry,when she says "gladly." Horace cries.
Sunday:Everybody's at the church,when Horace
rushes in and says "Now here come my wife,
for the rest of my life." and she did.
Repeat Chorus

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Diary Of Horace Wimp

Monday:late again,today,hed be in trouble though
Hed say he was sorry,hed have to hurry out the bus.
Tuesday:horace was so sad,hed never had a girl that he
Could care for,and if he was late once more,hed be out.
Chorus
Dont be afraid,just knock on the door,
Well he just stood there mumblin and fumblin.
Then a voice from above said--
Horace wimp,this is your life,
Go out and find yourself a wife.
Make a stand and be a man,
And you will have a great life plan.
Wednesday:horace met a girl,she was small and she
Was very pretty,he thought he was in love,he was afraid.
Thursday:asks her for a date,the cafe down the street
Tomorrow evening,his head was reeling,
When she said yes o.k.
Repeat chorus
Friday:horace,this is it,he asks the girl if maybe they
Could marry,when she says gladly. horace cries.
Sunday:everybodys at the church,when horace
Rushes in and says now here come my wife,
For the rest of my life. and she did.
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Scratched And Muddied

I have often heard it said to me,
I should not base my negative opinion...
On what a few nasty people have said to me,
Or about me and to others who have accepted...
Those comments made intentionally.
Especially those made over the many years,
And at my expense directed.

And usually someone will come along,
With eyes beaming bright unaware of the history...
Who will say,
'People are like that all over the place.
You should not take what people do to you personally.'

And I look down at my feet.
And at the shoes I wear.
With this comment I will make...
'How often have you worn my shoes?
And when was the last time you shined them,
When they became scratched and muddied? '

Then I leave cordially.
I dislike it when someone associates me,
With the killing of their fresh and glowing enthusiasm.
I like to keep my 'veteran' status undetectable.
And for as long as possible.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatic Has to Be the Reality Faced

Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
Especially for the ones who identified,
Their lives and self worth...
With the ability to purchase 'bling',
And other materialistic things.
With money that from them is dwindling.

Traumatic has to be the reality faced,
There is no substitute for truth that can be replaced.
Nor are there those empathetic,
Who have grown accustomed...
To finding their way on the streets to eat and sleep.
And yet those with beliefs they are above all of this,
Find themselves indebted to their beliefs...
They wish to keep.

And...
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
For those who make demands as if...
Their lifestyles can be sustained,
By squeezing them...
From an economy based on credit.
That has exhausted all fantasies,
Once supporting a delusion...
There was no ending that came to a feeding of a feast.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Unforgiven

New blood joins this earth
and quikly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules
with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven
they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been
what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub the unforgiven
you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven

song performed by by Metallica from Metallica
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Credit Crunch Blues

Well i woke up this morning
I swear the sun just wouldn't shine
When the day took to dawning
My woman laid it on the line
'Ain't buying you no more whiskey'
And you ain't buying no more time.
I got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna blow the bank away
I got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna say my piece today
I gave you all my money
You gone and turned your head away.
Well I'm hiding from the rent man
There ain't a bill that i can pay
I'll be living in a tent man
I hardly eat from day to day
Some pig give me the swine flu honey
The 'doc' he said 'just stay away'.
I got the credit crunch blues
The man he say he got no work
I got the credit crunch blues
A weaker man would steal or shirk
But i just pray to Jesus
'Lord send it down for one more jerk'
Yeah i got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna blow that bank away
I got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna use my 'piece' today
You city boys took my money
Now sure as hell you're gonna pay!
-Oh yeah.

poem by Kevin East
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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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Mind On My Money

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

song performed by by Youngbloodz
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Mind On My Money

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

song performed by by Youngbloodz
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Until Again The Gloss Wears Off

Money motivators,
Chase it as if craved.
With only one thing on their minds...
How to keep sentimentally kept teasured clutter,
With an updated sameness.
That maintains a 'living within their means mentality'.

This affords them an opportunity,
To activate a rearrangement of a thought process...
That tolerates new complaints!

Until again the gloss wears off.
No matter what the hidden cost,
That comes to satisfy...
Within unchanged limitations.

And a credit score that is boasted about,
Among friends.

'I do not want 'anything'...
Absolutely nothing,
To affect my good credit rating.
I find it is advantageous,
However...
To only use any of my credit cards,
Only while out shopping to purchase bargains!
And I've got a houseful of those.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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