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Your Bank Account

Your bank account might have a million
but your emotional account has not a zillion..
For if you place more value on money
you will not develop how to be funny, or have a honey.
For if that is your identity
you will live a life of poverty—
Poverty in the sense of 'me & me'
which is not so pretty.
Money can't buy you a lot of things,
it might get off the hook in court in the end.
But does it really buy you happiness?
Possibly if you are in the now
sometimes it's better to be a cow.

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Sane Poor Man

I used to having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling it in
the market bereft of good poetry
I was restless and the temperature
was rising, I sat down to count the
would be money in my bank account
suddenly I found my fever had gone.
Relieved but felt very jittery as I could
not change my destiny. What a pity! It was
all the forgetting to blame though today
I am not a rich one but very lucky as I
Successfully avoided to become a mad man.

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Blue Collar Man

(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)
I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud
I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea
Down in some honky tonk, brother
That's the place for me
A hard days livin' is all that I understand
Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard
I'm a blue collar man
I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive
The kids are screamin', house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around
Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can
Yeah, I keep my life simple
I'm a blue collar man
Don't need computers handlin' my bank account
Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount
Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand
I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
I'm a blue collar man
I'm a blue collar man

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The Scam Continued

My bank account ha ha,
I think not
My identification photo
Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something
For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to.
Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend.
And see what happens
For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist.
For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out
As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off.

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Pink Flamingos

1) so what if my house has wheels
Theres nothing that I have youd want to steal
I hear my exs voice in my kids dirty little mouth
If it wasnt for welfare Id never go out to see my
Chorus -
Pink flamingos
My pink flamingos
2) I like my life in this funky little town
I hope a tornado wont blow it all down
Sit so proud in my rusted out cadillac
But if it worked good Id never come back to see my
Chorus
3) the man from the bank come with a truck
To take my home away
They took my kids, my dog, my little goldfish
But as they rolled out I said Ill stay with my
Chorus

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I Always Get A Lot Of Heat (song)

I always get, a lot of heat
While at rest
or moving,
I think
I will be very rich
just by selling all these
in the market
bereft of good poetry.

I am restless and
the temperature is rising,
so I sit down to count
the money
in my would be bank account
but suddenly I find my fever has gone.
What a relief!
but she has left for me
a full sack of jittery
What a pity!
I can not any more change my destiny
It is all about the forgetting to blame
though
I am not a rich man
today but I am very lucky
as I avoided
to become a mad man
successfully.

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Mirror Song

I know that I should think about giving
And think about
Helping out
And think about
Think about living
But I can't seem to resce myself
What about my bank account
And my holy desert shield
That keep me dry under the arms?
Flags and mental jewelry's all I know
And they keep me happy and warm inside
So I said unto this man
"Who are you and where do you come from?"
And he proceeded to tell me many things
But I said nothing at all
For the flower in the corner by the room
In the window and the sun
Said it all
At leas they said they would
Said they could
Mama said they would
Do me good

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Herbie The Hermit

Herbie the hermit lived alone
because he felt he needed no one.
He lived his life meagrely
and saved his money frugally.
As the money grew in his bank account,
he began to wonder whom was he going to leave his money to.

Each day the question plagued him
and no answer came his way.
Then one day he met someone
who was much poorer than he.
He lived on the streets, as it was the only life he knew.
He would give his money to him.

However, the man did not want his money,
explaining that he had many friends
worth more than his money could buy.
They are there for me
when Im down and blue,
picking me up again,
which is more than your money can do.


9-12 December 2010

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Her Voice

i believe there is a God
i can hear her voice
in the tears of the homeless

of the hungry, of orphaned children
of the young woman lying on the
kitchen floor bleeding

in the hollow ache of the young
man who just killed a family
with his M-16

in the stink of helpless
on the young boy raped
in the prison cell

in the vomiting anger
of the man who caught his wife
cheating, and shot her

in the prayers of the mother
whose son joined a gang,
and walked away from her dreams

in the cry of the baby
left in the alley
behind the church

that refused to help
his mother
in the pen on the desk

of the man at the bank
who just foreclosed
on another family

i can hear her voice
and feel her hurt!

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I Don’t Know Why (Fun Poem 85)

I don’t know why
they love me like they do.
I haven’t got the film star looks
Im pretty ordinary really.
Therefore, I don’t know why
they love me like they do.
Im not part of the genius crowd;
Im at the lower end of the scale.
I once took an intelligence test
and was a dismal one hundred and twenty four.
The suggestion for what I should do
was simple indeed
either go back to kindergarten
or go get a life.
I was too old for the first
and the second I think I all ready had.
Therefore, I don’t know why
they love me like they do.
Im not a rich man;
Im in the poor house most of the time.
My bank account keeps screaming
for me to put some money in.
Therefore, I don’t know why
they love me like they do.

25 August 2008

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Thirty Frames A Second

Today I saw a film going backwards
Thirty frames a second
Was a man I recognised
Say who you are
I lost my job
Security
Self confidence
Bank account
Identity
The league of youth
Coming backward at me
Thirty frames a second
Say who you are
Go back to father
Father wheres my food?
You food is on the table
That cant be food
Its dirt
Say who you are
Look at my skin
Look at my face
Look at my arms
Getting younger
Going backwards
Thirty frames a second
Say who you are
I crash my car
Collapse in town
Young immigrants
And legionaires
Fighting back back backwards
Thirty frames a second
Say who you are
Some friends of mine
I thought were dead
A coming back
What are you doing coming back
Jack
Say who you are
Feel Im going backwards
Thirty frames a second
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

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Simple As That

You go to work, work hard all day
At the end of the week, you collect your pay
Thats just where its at
Its as simple as that
You pay your bills the best that you can
But the rising cost sure hurts a family man
While the rich man gets fat
Its as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
Your minds made up to get that house on the hill
But you just dont know if you ever will
Because you cant get the cash
Its as simple as that
Cause the man from the bank, he wont give you a loan
Without putting a morgage on all that you own
A tit for a tat
Its a simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
Before you know it the kids are all grown
And married off with kids of their own
And its all in the past
Its as simple as that
Youve reached the autumn of your life
And all thats left is you and your wife
And a dog and a cat
Its as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny

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The Meeting

Today I met a very old friend
I hadn't seen in years;
We sat and poured out memories
Into each other's ears.

We swapped a hundred stories
Of how we'd fared since school,
When he had been so clever,
And I had seemed a fool.

He said he recollected
How he remembered me,
And what I used to look like
When we were in 3 B.

I don't suppose he realized
That he had changed as well;
He didn't give it any thought
As far as I could tell.

But Howard looked so different,
His hair as grey as ash;
It lent the man a genteel air,
As did his grey moustache.

My friend was once a business man,
Successful in his field;
But I possessed no bank-account,
Nor any power to wield.

And manifest upon the brow
Of Howard Jones, my friend,
Were lonely lines of worry
No money could amend.

For happiness cannot be bought
No matter what men say;
And Howard was a loser
With no jokers left to play.

The joy of power and money
Had filled his greedy heart,
'Til Howard and his 'happiness'
One day, like we, did part.

Written May 1995

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Go West

Safe on the interstate
New york is three thousand miles away
And Im not looking forward to following through
But its better than always running back into you
Ive closed my eyes and my bank account
And gone west, young man
Take off the parking brake
Go coasting into a different state and Im not looking forward to missing you
But I must have something better to do
Ive got to tear my life apart and go west, young man
And it feels like Ive got something to prove
But in some ways its just something to do
My friends turn me around and say, you go west, young man
Stepping down off my platform shoes
69 in the afternoon
And Im waiting for someone in the know
Like pirner tells me on the radio
Says take it from someone whos been there before
You go west, young man and Im looking for somebody to do my thinking for me till I come through
The state-line highway sign says you have gone west, young man
And it feels like Ive got something to prove
But in some ways its just something to do
The state-line highway sign says you have gone west, young man

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Men Of Good Fortune

Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
The rich son waits for his father to die
The poor just drink and cry
And me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Very often cant do a thing
While men of poor beginnings
Often can do anything
At heart they try to act like a man
Handle things the best way they can
They have no rich, daddy to fall back on
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
It takes money to make money they say
Look at the fords, but didnt they start that way
Anyway, it makes no difference to me
Men of good fortune
Often wish that they could die
While men of poor beginnings
Want what they have and to get it theyll die
All those great things that live has to give
They wanna have money and live
But me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
...

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Secrets 5

But the third kind of secret
is the heart secret.
Secrets, these, of things that transpire in the dark
between two or more persons.
Secrets which expose the inveighlings of lusts, the tightening limbs, and cinematically cast the fissuring and collapse of will
upon the mind's eye, like a sand dune sacked by a seastorm
These, of all secrets, are considered most elite:
virginal. inviolable. Patronized by the deese,
and while they are young
worthy to be held in utmost confidence
by any man who changes his socks daily,
who has a bank account
or hopes to see his children prosper.
Secrets whose telling may rend apart
the fragile liens of newly-weds;
interfere where serious troth is pledged;
that in their very unleashing
start household wars; burn down houses
wherein lives and livlihoods are merged,
and costly, new dining room chairs commissioned from Henredon.
These secrets must be kept a full half-year
following the indiscretion.
Speak them not!
the risk is vast!
the furies never sleep-
Sliding her black rainbow,
and pedaling her ball, comes Fate-
the snakes awaken
their hoods erect,
scowling. Howling.

Of this type......

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A Package of Love

Do you have this old bald headed man
in the deep of your supple heart,
for to be your eternal partner?
Ha! Ha! If you run on the beach gently,
I won't chase you but hobble around a tree.

What aspect of me lured you dear?
Is it my wrinkled, spectacled face
or my packed savings bank account?
When your fantasies take wings,
I would lie down and fall in a little doze.

Your sneers and looks with kicks
are the same to me, the half blind man.
'Uncle', you called me first in your nice tone,
but sprinkled your smiles on my face later.
O, twinkle the stars and throw light on my face!

If you go to a five-star hotel,
I will follow you to eat and exhaust your purse.
But keep in mind, my pension is for my medications.
You don't wink your tempting eyes please
for my pace-maker fixed heart would lose its beats.

Let me tie the holy cord around your neck
and you take care of this haggard looking man.
A monkey and a donkey are wedded for bringing rains
and the media will fetch you global awards of worth.
I recall my halcyon days and feign to be hearty.

I live, live live beyond ninety
losing half of my weight to double the age.
So love, love, love me deep in your heart.
But my conscience is the worst foe
calling me a paedophile insultingly.
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Big Money

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My older brother tommy was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early hed climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it so one day I asked him why
Chorus:
He said it pays big money and man Im into that
It pays big money if youre willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money but he sure cant spend it now
Well, my late uncle charlie was this demolition hound
Hed travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went
He smoked them big long cigars and hed wink at you and grin
Repeat first chorus
Well now the moral of this story boys, is dont go getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives they just might put you in their will
Chorus:
That pays big money and were all into that
It pays big money and big moneys where its at
Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and were rolling in it now
Chorus:
It pays big money having foolish kin
It pays big money guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money; lets all spend some of it now

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Looking for Work

Consider the pigeons of the city,
how in their filthy swoop and dive they fatten
on dusty Dorito crumbs;
consider their evolution
through generations of squawk and squalor,
peck and fight. (And what did it take for that one,
strutting his kingly amethyst ruff,
his neck sheen of subdued emerald,
his fat gray feathers of survival,
to survive here?)

Consider the homeless man outside Albertson's,
approaching every car with his rags and Windex,
whose far-distant ancestor
was able to track and kill
the wildebeest, the antelope, and the cape hare.
Consider how far he has come,
listening to his ipod between customers,
and yet how faithful he stays to the wild
dictates of seek and hunt and gather,
scoping out the best shelters for meals,
the cleanest beds, the one
tight face still able to open.

Consider your bank account,
dipping like a low-flying bird,
then spreading wings and planing
over the fields of dead numbers,
canceled checks, ancient pay stubs,
long afternoons bought and paid for
in boredom and lost purpose. And the live
bodies of your brothers and sisters, crushed
in the trash compactor of Unwanted Ads.

Consider yourself,
marching in and out of these institutions
in your skirt and nylons, leaving ferocious lipstick tracks
on styrofoam coffee cups,
your name and address on application forms,
like one of your ancestors peeing on a thorn bush.

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Tricky, Tricky

She likes bars she likes diamonds too
She likes stars if they rendevouz
She drinks champagne to maintain her style
She likes a man only for a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, pesos and british pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
Baby is cool she knows what counts
She likes to pay with credit cards
Ride expensive cars stays in the president suite
And every day she is looking for a man who gives her more
To satisfy her needs
She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky but she is pretty, pretty
I like holidays when there is nothing to do
I like fun for free and an ice cold brew
I like to watch football on tv
I like to sleep and wake up around three
I like to hang out with my boys - making lots of noise -
Dancing in a club - there is no choice
She will never understand that i cant be her man -
I am what i am - so damn
She likes to pay with credit cards
Ride expensive cars stays in the president suite
And every day she is looking for a man who gives her more
To satisfy her needs
She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky but she is pretty, pretty

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