Showing posts with label money poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, April 04, 2021

Spending Blues

 I GOT THE SPENDING BLUES DISEASE

 

PLEASE, please, I need to be at ease

I got the buy, buy, buy, disease

Like to put it on a freeze

Turn around like a sneeze 

Got a hold on me like trustees

Need to find another release

I know it’s not that old song, 

somethings got a hold of me, 

I know it must be love 


It’s this buy, buy, buy, disease

My self-control destroyed, spoiled by my unease,

Commands originated in my mind’s badlands, 

quell the urge please

 

I got the spending blues

So easy to do

Swipe out a card 

Got the distribution blues

Buy things I don’t need

Then got to give them away

Swimming in shit, like all greed

Buy shit I don’t need

What’s it all for?

 

Easy to give away everything I buy

Need money to eat and pay the rent

Not much more I need to buy

 

Friday, March 27, 2020

ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, HONEY

I am Jewish, I am Woman,
I am Muslim, I am Buddhist
Call me names, call me whore,
pussy, kike, sand-nigger, 
call me what you like,
Psyche – I recall Third Reich

Name-calling, hate all about the money, honey
Don’t want to believe in sunny money
It’s bloody Sunday with money
Turn people against one another
Smarter people see – better believe
Keep us with our stupid little asses 
Dealing with petty shit

All about the money – money –
Rich don’t pay taxes
You and I support them 
With our puny little money

It’s all about the money honey
No reprieve, better believe
Rich not aggrieved, we pay more than they do
They like it like that

Make things perfect, we need another war, 
One more Vietnam – Trump’s a perfect mentor
not smart but listens-even though he doesn’t understand more
Trump listens, says what he’s told to say
Do things the money way
Before we all disappear, become who we no longer are,
like Handmaidens in Atwood’s novel
Or Station Eleven in Mandel's world,
Then it will be too late
It will be who we are – when freedom’s gone

It’s all about the money 
Money creates military
No sense being a pacifist since WWII
Recall how that got us here
Didn’t win us any points there either if you recall
Hate Jews more ‘n Blacks now
Jews on the Death Tax, It’s a fact
Take it up the ass
People at the bottom
Have nothing to show, 
Nowhere to go

Things done the money way
It’s heyday for the rich folk
People worked to the bone before they croak
The world we all know up in smoke
No taxes for multi-billionaire corporations 
Middle-class disintegration
A shakedown of global proportions

Desperation and confusion 
Our relation to better-off folk
It’s all about the money, honey
Prejudice has real results
Intensified by lack of trickle-down, 
Nothing left to lose
Live in Shantytown, USA

All about the military created by money, honey
Government Globally – controlled by Money, Honey

This is the world today, Honey
It’s all about the Money, Honey