Richie Rich Rips Up Written Page
Many many years ago when I lived
across seas in a far far away land.
Richie Rich Tip Top Ice Cream boss
livid ranted in outburst out of hand.
Imagine that an employable grown man
sat around all day on his butt writing what?
He should be working in Tip Top factory
cleaning machines making minimum wage.
Richie Rich greedy capitalist sage
places no value on a written page.
Only artist long dead hung on profit
wall has value in this bosses hot rage.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Write Speak The Word
comments like imagine
that a grown man woman,
sits around writing poetry
all day biblically bites;
each should be working in a factory
on absolute minimum wage,
everyone should work in a factory
a Richie Rich analysis cage;
God casts storms in front of Jonah
swallows his escape route planned,
miraculously in a large fish bound
because prophet ran from his duty;
his God given duty to spread verse word
seed cast not wasted among flocks of birds,
God showed complete patience compassion
but God insists servants preach his word;
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stranger In This Town
Stranger in this Town
I have the guitar pic for “Stranger in this Town”,
by Richie Sambora who is a cowboy not a clown.
I got it from Rich who hung around
Richie in a New Jersey town.
Anyways, buy Richie’s Cd, on amzon,
Buy or CD baby play it all night long,
and also do remember this song—
'Runaway' which is my favorite,
that is what made Bon Jovi famous.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 30,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Gene & Richie's Guitar Pics
Back when I was dating Rich
he gave me one of Kiss's guitar pics.
Gene Simons handed it to him-
-in the 1978 recording session.
"I Was Made For Loving You Baby"
the song they were recording at the time
Gene was playing the bass and singing just fine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic
It would be the price of ten times 9
-but I'm not selling mine.
I will play my pink guitar with it someday
By the way let me segue-
into the next poem on this page.
which is:
Richie Sambora's Guitar Pic
Pic is signed especially by him.
The guitar was made for-
"Stranger in this Town"
by Richie Sambora who is a Cowboy not a clown.
I got it from Rich who hung around
Richie in one of New Jersey's towns.
Anyways, buy Richie's CD on amzon.com
Buy.com or CD Baby so you can play it all night long-
-and also do remember this song—
"Runaway" which is my teenage favorite-
this is the song that made Bon Jovi become famous.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 30,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Working At The Factory
All my life I've been a workin' man
When I was at school they said that's all you'll ever understand
No profession. I didn't figure in their plans
So they sent me down factory to be a workin' man
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Now I'm here seemingly free, but working at the factory.
The music came along and gave new life to me
And gave me hope back in 1983
The music came and set me free
From working at the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
It was just another factory
I made the music , thought that was mine
It made me free , but that was in another time
But then the corporations and the big combines
Turned musicians into factory workers on assembly lines.
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
We made the music to set ourselves free
From working at the factory.
All my life I've put in a working day
Now it's sign the contract. Get production on the way
Take the money, make the music pay
Working at the factory
All I lived for was to get out of the factory.
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
Was just another factory
Working at the factory.
song performed by by Kinks
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The national minimum wage has not been increased in 9 years. By year's end, 21 States across America will have a minimum wage exceeding the Federal minimum wage.
quote by Sherwood Boehlert
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No family gets rich from earning the minimum wage. In fact, the current minimum wage does not even lift a family out of poverty.
quote by Jon Corzine
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Imperialism: Happy Imperialistic FBI Valentine To A Sushi Agents
Do not look at me in the eyes...
FBI
sushi agent
cause,
you look a minimum
wage FBI sushi-chess-or cheese burger
No GDE,
No Connection, and
No emotional secure ground....So stop there
and happy valentine
to you...and all the FBI sushi minimum wage like you....and I still admire
the butt
dwelling free butt....unwatched....un-hijacked....nobody noticed it..shame
on the FBI...SUSHI BOSS....
if you are a PHD
Affiliated with FBI...
happy valentine too...
but, what your butt is doing
there watching out for the FBI....
with a PHD....are you....
a flip flap
double agent
double love
burned from the first round....with a russian in a russian roulette...
if so you are KJB....Puttin...and put it this way....this is
a crime against the nation....
and the valentine law....
to be double PHD
DOUBLE LIPS
DOUBLE BUTT
DOUBLE EVERYTHING
AND ON TOP
WHEN I AM ON TOP
OF MY HEAD
OR ON TOP OF YOU....
YOU WANT ME
TO CHOOSE....ONE OF YOUR NIPPLE
I MEAN DOUBLE IDENTITY NIPPLE....
AK you in valentine day....with a red American heart neck
filled with russian blue vodka...
if you are the boss.
i mean the boss...of the FBI....inch square by inch square and
all the undeclared possessions....
i hope
like obama
in this valentine day
that you are a
sushi
young
sushi
sissi
loussi...
boossi...
i and i will
speak
to the valentine
public
from your red
sushi butt....
If you are busheeze,
-and i said in advance
it is for a sushi ShO-SO
soso
agents...-
never mind.....dropp it, ...and dropp the case...
happy valentine....and play with it.....when you free...or whenever you are free....I mean the valentine gift...
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Working-class Americans have waited too long, close to a decade in fact, for an increase in the minimum wage. This has been the second longest period without a pay raise since the Federal minimum wage law was first enacted in 1938.
quote by Bill Pascrell
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Interacting Awareness
Every so often
is felt inner desire
an urge
to migrate
to city centre
focus of interaction
to touch pulse
feel heartbeat
immerse in movement
before returning
to shadow life
in solitary suburb.
On the periphery
guarding the heartseed
of dissipated land.
Lost in economics.
Best fertile productive land
worth doubles more if
for housing quick profit sold.
Best agricultural land lost
rich crops lost for ever more.
Rich rich soil so rare so rare
is true wealth of nation
build houses on worthless land.
People eat blessing of God given land
feeding people is blessing of mighty God.
To lay waste in greed to God given land
is to invite blight famine of greedy hand.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Profiteers
Who profits from
these wars we wage?
The ones who read
the Wall Street page.
The young men fight.
The young men die
and do not know
the reason why?
For if they knew
they'd not be there.
Then there'd be silence
in the air.
The profiteers would
sit in rage
while reading again
the Wall Street page.
Sweet Mother of God
can they not find
another way
within their mind
to profit from
some other means
besides these
bloody awful scenes?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet: Boss’ Day (Oct.16)
Some bosses do not know what fairness is!
Some bosses want to be corrupt in life;
Some bosses work endlessly without bliss;
Some bosses cut their employees like knife!
Some bosses do not want to be honest;
Some bosses talk but do opposite things;
Some bosses do not want workers to rest;
Some bosses live a lazy life like kings!
Good bosses are good administrators;
Good bosses think of employees’ welfare;
Good bosses are not liars / orators;
Good bosses serve their employees and share.
What sort of boss do you prefer to be?
A boss must live a life exemplary!
Dedicated to all bosses world-o'er
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-22-2007
poem by John Celes
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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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Lionel Richie, love song, OK, thank you very much, good-bye. And all of a sudden I realized that, in my career, what has made my career has always been the surprises.
quote by Lionel Richie
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Cheap Reward
Oh, well, I feel so loose tonight I might fall to pieces
So be prepared to sweep me out the door
And I might be horizontal by the time the music ceases
So I think Ill get acquainted with the floor
Oh, I was trying to get away from the things that I always do
Hello, floorboards once again--how are you?
Lip service--well, thats all youll ever get from me
Well, how could you believe Ill take you seriously?
With your cheap rewards, your blackmail, and your comical rage
Just remember youll only be the boss so long as you pay my wage
All the sign posts on this road that point one way
Dont act like youre above me, just look at your shoes
Ill turn the light out now cause theres nothing more to say
And its all been lost before so theres nothing to lose
Oh, but you could say that you love me very painlessly
I wouldve done the same for you, oh, but you said to me:
Lip service--well, thats all youll ever get from me
Well, how could you believe Id take you seriously?
With your cheap rewards, your blackmail, and your comical rage
Just remember youll only be the boss so long as you pay my wage
Just remember youll only be the boss so long as you pay my wage
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.
quote by Alison Bechdel
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It has now been over 7 years since Congress last raised the minimum wage to its current level of $5.15 per hour. Since that last increase, Congress's failure to adjust the wage for inflation has reduced the purchasing power of the minimum wage to record low levels.
quote by Jon Corzine
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Congress has not raised the minimum wage since 1997. The minimum wage is now at its lowest level in 50 years adjusted for inflation.
quote by Russ Carnahan
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Salary Dictates Defeats Poetic Creativity
eighteen months is reality
record writing with years thirty
plus of employment essentially
nothing highlights loss empty
wasteland low or no creativity
rich years were not verse written
yet we embraced them like the sun
study wage need economic necessity
are strict task masters habitually
hourly daily weekly monthly yearly
predictably frequently demand time tenacity
poor stubborn determined plan stick firmly
persistently to difficult long term goals rigidly
sought sacrifice success is details won accurately
easily the rich study poverty grasps dreams tightly
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Drug's Not Working
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of 16
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie and I know its clich
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Painted it all black, the chains are jerking)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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The Poem I Am Writing Now
The poem I am writing now
does not know if it will be finished
it does not even know if it will be a poem -
it is slowly appearing line by line
and making its own meaning on the page-
Is it worth anything?
will anyone care?
I don't know -
The poem I am writing now
is just these lines
and these lines like all lines
are only small words
in a vast universe
that has long lived
and will probably longer live
without them.
Why then write these words now?
The poem I am writing now is saying,
'I am here now'.
But why should this mean anything to anyone else?
The poem I have written here
is not the poem I would have posted here
It is only the poem I am finishing now
a poem without great love or belief in itself.
The poem I am writing now
is written.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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