Best Buy, Good Sale, Fine, Sell
ok, you got the best buy
in the history of sales
got this contract
with lesser obligations
but more returns
maximized at most
for your benefit
though, it's scratched
with what?
with some hidden defects
got the best buy today
cheap
tomorrow i will have a good sale
of course, more expensive
for my gain & profit
that's how capitalism works
a third country having the best
buy from the rich country
and sells the same
to its people at a higher cost
of their freedom
and other liberties
ok, fine, if everything is at its highest
sell
what you bought at the cheapest
this is the law
and this will always be the law
when cheap buy
when high, sell
boils down to....
what do i get? yes, profit.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Used Car Sales People
With the gift of the gab they would talk their way out of hell
These used car sales people they know how to sell
On their selling ability their jobs are at stake
The more cars they do sell the more commission they do make
On any deals they clinch they have never lost
And your trust on such people can come at a cost
The more cars they sell the more money they get paid
A hard job to succeed in the used car trade,
Shy and sensitive used car sales people one might say are rare
To sell one a car no effort they do spare
They have to sell cars or their boss them will fire
And other used car yard owners as car sales people them will not hire
The more cars they sell the greater is their pay
So to sell you a car they try every which way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The New American Way
quit banging the drums of war!
war was never meant to be
a means of economic survival...
much less profitable....
human lives mean nothing!
freedom and democracy
are a hoax... a drug
administered through the
late night tv news....
we're not trying to liberate anyone,
it's all profit and loss....
profit to the War Machine...
loss... of lives, any sense of morality
and/or human decency.
it's easy to sell....
just tell the people they're
our enemies... that they're
out to get us.
you dont have to prove
anything...
no weapons of mass destruction
needed... just the fear
created by implanting the thought!
profit justifies anything...
the new American Way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Corporate Balance Sheet
Again the last year
was massing maximum
bean counter wealth
profit driven accountability
has no morality
no loyalty no stealth
multinational companies
buy sell strip assets
new balance sheet to sow
entire bought out companies
all staff shot down
like ducks all in a row
the loyal worker
giving a lifetime
to one employer
credit balance
does not show
the old the aged
in buy out merger
have no life preserver
debit carried
no pack your bags go
country after country
feels these reforms
cold bankers toe
before a cry for freedom
from oppression
manipulation by corporate
global countries exploitation
means ruin
paid proof
maximization?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Capitalism Battles Freedom
when capitalism battles freedom,
you get what we've become...
profit begats slavery,
the many become enslaved.
founded on freedom?
we took this land from
the Native Americans,
took their way of life,
their rights, their dreams...
in the name of God?
of progress?
we brought over the slaves
from the African shores...
to work, to use, to abuse...
we took their lives, their way of life,
their hopes and dreams...
in the name of free enterprise?
of profit?
we treated our women like possessions,
second class citizens at best.
they were expected to be silent,
to obey, to bear our children,
to cook and wash...
they had to fight for years
to get the right to vote...
even longer for equal wages...
in the name of righteous judgement?
of divine directive?
and now, we the poor,
of all colors and creeds,
are corporate owned.
held under the thumb
of the elite, put down
and trampled on...
our way of life taken,
our hopes for the future dashed...
faceless numbers that stink of poverty!
in the name of wealth and power?
in the name of apathetic profit?
profit at all costs!
capitalism... or something else,
fair, equal, with hope and chance
and dreams...
the way of freedom,
when dignity overcomes profit!
when the human being is worth more
than the dollar and the deal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Sells…
Everything is for sale.
There is always a sale.
Everybody is trying to sell
Something:
One tiny thing, one giant thing,
The tabloid,
The latest android,
The newest asteroid,
And something in between.
Somebody is simultaneously
Trying to sell the queen,
And offer her exotic ants,
For a lot of money.
This is not funny, somebody wants
To sell the queen a painting,
A castle, and a golden tent;
These are more appropriate.
It is never too late
To recover, to renounce.
Do you know that one ounce
Of something that is sold in the streets
Can generate a lot of honey?
And then when one get caught, it is not funny
To say that one is sent to a few unpleasant retreats.
Everything is now for sale
Somewhere in the universe.
And I am not telling tale,
The world is quasi-immersed
By trash or junk to sell.
Garbage sells like hot breads.
Books that deal with crime,
Sex, prostitution, hot beds,
Lies, corruption, and slime,
Become best sellers,
However, the ones that rhyme
Are either thrown in the incinerators
Or burnt in the cellars.
Films with bad actors,
Immature titles,
And strange battles,
Sometimes reach the highest numbers,
And before you know it, they are forgotten
Like the blonde who scored ten
In the last unscrupulous pageantry.
Everyone wants money,
And most refuse to earn it
The old fashion way through sweat,
Tears and loosing a lot of sleep.
One must know how to beat the beep,
In order to make it.
Everything is for sale.
There is always a sale.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Today might be my lucky day.
Today might be my lucky day.
At auction sales I choose to buy
Odd quirky things that catch my eye.
I do not have a lot to spend
So in the end I must depend.
On buying things which I select
That greedy dealers would reject.
They only buy what the can sell.
From which they hope to profit well.
Attending auctions is my pleasure
Perhaps one day I’ll find a treasure.
Something the dealers left behind.
For amateurs like me to find
To benefit from their mistakes
A little luck is all it takes.
Saturday,03 December 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Coffee and the poor economies of the world.
Respect the sweat of human,
Irrespective of color, creed and religion,
One third of tap water is used to brew the coffee,
Procured two to five dollars per kilo in whole sale,
Starbucks sell two pound a cup in the stalls in UK,
Have spacious restaurants in our regions
converting UK pounds to our pitiful denomination,
Americana, Cappuccino, Mocha and Espresso,
Fancy name attached with degree of roasting,
Fermentation, with milk, without milk and bubbles,
Come to our countries, freshly roasted filter coffee,
Available on the road sides for five rupees a cup,
Cup size of less than 50 ml, just to moisten the throat,
Even the Cups of developed nations, fivefold our size,
Still it is only 25 rupees, equivalent to fifty cents,
We are the poor people; give us the fair price,
Coffee is the third liquid, after petroleum, on the market,
Out of one kilo coffee powder,100 cups can be brewed,
R&D, Oil rigs, Oil platforms, expensive engineers and workmen,
Billions of dollar investment, still one liter petrol costs 140 pence,
What have you invested in our poor countries,
To drink the sweat of our plantation coolies so cheap?
How are we obligated to sell our produce,
So cheap for you to increase the value and sell?
WE are fools and our politicians are your tools,
To puncture our hearts to do the batter trade.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Most Exclusive Residence For Sale
It was the biggest house in the neighborhood.
He went and bought this house when he made good.
Ten bedrooms and a swimming pool,
Where he entertained all the people that he knew.
But he hit the hard times and had to sell out.
Most exclusive residence for sale.
He went and spent all the money that he had.
Because he had a heart and not a head.
He spent it all on girls and fancy jewelry.
Then he found himself in front of a judge and jury,
And the judge said to pay up, our you must sell out.
Most exclusive residence for sale.
He had to tell all the servants to go away.
Couldnt even afford to pay their way.
He took to the bottle and drunk himself down,
Then he soaked away all the troubles and let them drown.
Then he saw a notice on the wall,
Most exclusive residence for sale.
Most exclusive residence for sale.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
song performed by by Kinks
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The History Of Tomorrow
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of light
By dumping us in the dark with pits everywhere
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of food
By asking us to chop several fire-woods to heat up a pot full of stones
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of job creation
By making us slaves on our own soil
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of education
By dumping us in dilapidated buildings without teachers
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of accountability
By looting our treasury and asking us for yet another term in office
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of safety
By leaving pot holes large enough to swallow countless accident victims on our roads
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our bows and arrows
Would secure our future
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of a country, a country with countless heroes
It’s the history of a country, a country with countless robbers
Robbers with fame
Robbers without shame
Robbers that we would roast with flame
© Adegbenro Adekunle Jacob
Tomorrow’s history is today. All world leaders must make real democracy work. They must be selfless. We must not wait until there is horror and terror before we learn. Nigerian leaders must shun CORRUPTION.
poem by Adegbenro Adekunle
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Freedom Doesnt
freedom doesnt starve it's children,
freedom doesnt sell it's people into slavery.
freedom doesnt see skin color,
doesnt always speak english.
freedom doesnt have one religion.
freedom doesnt choose sexual preference.
freedom doesnt regulate love.
freedom doesnt trade joblessness for profit.
freedom doesnt take your home.
freedom doesnt create reservations, slums,
and low rent trailer parks.
freedom doesnt ban books.
freedom doesnt invade and conquer.
freedom doesnt trade blood for oil.
freedom doesnt imprison those it cannot use.
freedom doesnt live by the lie.
freedom doesnt have different levels of justice,
depending on how much money you have.
freedom doesnt abandon it's elderly.
freedom doesnt turn away the sick.
freedom doesnt kill in the name of god.
freedom doesnt lie about the past.
damn it to hell!
this doesnt smell like freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Political Fruit: A Political Solution!
A yokel’s assessment
loft pigeon holing
key kiwi politics
for term year 2001.
Under Labouring Leadership
exhibited by Prime Minister.
Housewife mentality not
her honourable Helen Clark.
“I’m glad I’m a kiwi
in the land of the free(?)
I wish I was a dog
and Jenny Shipley was a tree! ”
That former National Leader
of the N.Z. Socialist Welfare State.
Effectively exterminated some of
the old the sick the maimed not retained.
The (destained) . Supposedly unemployable.
Through effective long hospital waiting lists.
Patients patiently dying in sickening turn.
Waiting for their turn lifetime tax paid for.
Grossly government underfunded operations.
Patients could not live long enough to have.
Contrast increasing youth adult suicide rates.
Highlights dispirited dispossessed chose to die.
Rather than live with unstomachable shame.
Shame for their families to deal with if had one.
National gave their last paid jobs away to
cheaper ill fated foreign third world workers.
To even more socially exploited workers.
In even more exploited less fortunate lands.
Ensuring aspiring elite rich may free trade
grossing ever more greed upon greed
sweat and misery maximized equating to
an advanced global industrial slavery.
As Neo-liberal policies bite ever harder.
“Full employment is necessary
for capitalism
to grow”; did you never realize!
Shrinking profit rates! Economic Solution?
Inspires corporate elite to revive
depression causing economic liberalism!
Definitions: 1. Rule Of The Market.
Main goal. Reduce wages eliminate
worker rights! Ignore Social Damage!
Lie to the plebeians. Tell these victims.
“An unregulated market will increase
economic growth benefit everyone! ”
Reagan sold as 'trickle-down' economics.
Wealth does not trickle down! It is taken!
2. Cut Social Services. Cut education!
Cut health care! Reduce safety-net for poor!
Reduce maintenance for roads bridges
water supply! Sell as reducing taxes needed!
3. Deregulation. Deregulate all impediment
to profits! No! Protecting the environment?
Safety on the job? Reduce maximize profit!
4. Privatization for Profit. State-owned sold!
Sell goods and services to private investors!
Sell banks! Sell key industries! Sell electricity!
Sell railroads! Sell toll highways! Sell schools!
Sell hospitals! Sell fresh water! Tell plebeians?
This is for greater efficiency which is needed!
Concentrate wealth among an elite few! Make
the public pay more for needed goods services!
5. Eliminate the concept of 'The Public Good'.
Rename everything with shiny new names to
destroy community concepts! Replace Unifying
Terms with slogan 'individual responsibility! '
Divide Conquer the to be exploited plebeian cows!
Milk them for all they have got! Pressure poorest
people in society! Make them accountable! Make
them find solutions to their own lack of health care!
Strip poor of good education good social security!
Blame plebeians who fail! Call them lazy! Divide!
Enjoy your promised promoted new world order.
“I’m glad I’m a kiwi in the land of the free”?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Choices!
Handmade Swiss watch may show the same time,
As the mass produced watches holding cheap chips,
But the former may run to last for generations,
The latter may collapse, but we will buy the next one.
Few people may have dollars to pay the Swiss artisans,
Many people have coins to support the cheap productions,
The pleasure of having something is invented and marketed,
When affordability is expanded, the satisfaction is unmatched.
When we can't afford the expensive, we can go for the cheap,
When we can't afford the original, we can go fo the generic,
When we can't afford a healthy life style, we can be sick,
When we can't afford a good leader, we can go for the tactful.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Don’t be cheap
Buy not a thing because it’s cheap.
Don’t let others make you cheap.
To be greedy is to be cheap.
To be selfish is to be cheap.
To poke your nose is a cheap thing.
Don’t be cheap; better be poor.
23.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So Beautiful
I heard that you were home again, but you don't look like your back to me
Though your focus is changing your gaze is transfixed on the point that i cannot concieve
You've got your new ties, I've got my old lines, you've got your inside lines
But your never happy with what you've got
Careful Now
Your so beautiful
When you've convinced yourself
No one else is quite as beautiful
I heard that you were living well, but you don't look like your living to me
Though the sparkle is gone, the smile is in place so that everyone watching can see
You've got them all convinced but i know so well
You can list your friends but you can't count on them
Hold it now
You've got everyone convinced that your alright
No one else is quite as vulnerable
As soon as you got it you want something else
It's not the sale that you love its the sell
It's not the price that's going to cost you
It's just the weight that's going to bring you
Down, down, down, down
It's going to bring you down, down, down, down, down
Hold it now
You've got everyone convinced that your alright
No one else is quite as vulernable
Careful now
Your so beautiful when you've convinced yourself
No one else is quite as beautiful
As soon as you got it you want something else
It's not the sale that you love its the sell
It's not the price that's going to cost you
It's just the weight that's going to bring you
Down, down, down, down
You're so...
It's going to bring you down, down, down, down, down
As soon as you got it you want something else
It's not the sale that you love its the sell
It's not the price that's going to cost you
It's just the weight that's going to bring you
Down
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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Cost-benefit analysis
Any government economic project
Should involve cost-benefit analysis
Before implementation.
Calculation of cost must involve
Market survey cost, establishment cost, labor cost
Production cost, marketing cost and so forth.
Calculation of benefit must include
Financial benefit, social benefit
Political benefit and so on.
The governments should take into account
Whether there is skilled manpower
In the country to run the project or not?
They should also consider
The possibility of change
Of technology to be used
In near future in other countries.
Thus the viability of the project
Can be justified before implementation
In order to avoid wastage of money and time.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Demolition
(sung by flash and his cronies in their den)
I spy with my little eye
Anything here that I can buy.
I see a little thatched cottage
Looking so neat
With compulsory purchase we can buy it up cheap.
Then well pull up the floor boards,
Knock down the walls,
Rock the foundations,
Until the house falls.
Like a pack of cards,
Crashing to the ground.
Then well build a row
Of identical boxes
And sell them all off at treble the profits.
Demolition.
The deeds are in my pocket,
Ive got a contract in my hand.
An opportunity for luxury living.
Ill arrange the mortgage
To be repaid a hundred percent.
I cant wait around so make your decision.
Well buy up all the cottages
And every house and every street,
Until weve got everything we need.
Every town in the vicinity,
Every farm and village green.
Were gonna buy up everything,
Then its demolition.
Demolition. demolition.
Two up, two down,
It hasnt got a garden,
But its got a lovely patio.
Stainless steel kitchen sink,
Gas fired central heating,
Whaaa -- specifically designed for modern-day living,
Nothings permanent and nothing lasts,
Weve sold all the houses so put em up fast.
Were gonna buy up this town
And pull it all down.
How I love to hear the demolition sound
Of concrete crashing to the ground.
Demolition.
Its time to make some money,
Its time to get rich quick.
Its the wonderful world of capitalism.
Ive got to make a profit,
Ive got to satisfy my greed,
Its my faith and my religion,
Demolition. demolition. demolition.
And well buy up the towns,
And well knock em all down
Build a brand new world of our own.
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Real love's cost in reality
Love once
Love twice
Man how my heart
Payed the price
Shopping on the avenue
And bought love for cheap
Shopping in the streets
For what I had at home
Now I feel cheated
Because my cheap love cheated
But maybe thats what my heart needed
I wish i had a reciete
To take back what was deceitful
I saw a sale
And forgot about quality
I was being greedy
And went with quanity
Now I am upset screaming like
someones robbing me
But now I know
Real love is not
For sale
Thinking to myself
Welcome to
Reality.......
poem by Jaycee Wilkerson
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Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain … Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is a chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for the spirit.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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If you can sell green toothpaste in this country, you can sell opera.
quote by Sarah Caldwell
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