Stockbrokers don’t drive no stock
Chairmen don’t build no chairs
TV hosts don’t serve no snacks
News anchors don’t sail no ships
Weathermen don’t build no vanes
Athletes don’t play with kids
Movie stars don’t shine real light
But
Teachers really teach
Nurses really nurse
Waiters really wait
Poets really write
Garbage men really toss the trash
Postmen really deliver
Pedicabbers really pull their weight
Messengers really get the word out
And Moms, well moms really save the future
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Found Money
What would one do if a million dollars was suddenly theirs, tax-free?
Found some change,
In the usual way,
under the cushions,
on housecleaning day.
Received a dollar
in the daily mail,
please fill in the query
about this thing that they sell.
Got five bucks more
from my Milwaukee sis,
with blessings for frolics,
no problems with this.
Won ten at lunchtime
at cribbage I’m hot,
no place to spend it,
so into the pot.
A friend gave me twenty,
he paid back a loan,
I don’t really need it,
now what have I done.
One hundred was entered
in my bank account,
a reversal of charges,
of just that amount.
Now, if a thousand
should slyly appear,
I’d likely be happy,
I might even cheer.
But, man, with a million,
(no taxes at that),
I’d shake like my Chevy,
right after a flat.
My life is too good
to be spoiled by money,
with wife, friends and cats,
I’ve no need, but my honey
might say something different,
might jump at the luck.
She’d know how to use it,
with aplomb and with pluck.
Our families would profit
And friends would all learn
how generous she is
with fortune unearned.
Her charities likely
would gain what they need,
especially stray kitties,
oh my how they’d feed.
Our housing is perfect,
no reason to change,
location, location
must not rearrange.
But Macy’s and Nordstrom’s
And Chico’s, for sure,
would garner new sales
they have such allure.
Yet after the rush
of a bounty so vast,
we’d come to reality,
hopefully fast.
There just isn’t much
we don’t already have,
nothing to wish for,
nothing to crave.
So let that big bonus
find a home with another
and leave us in peace,
in love with each other.
Found some change,
In the usual way,
under the cushions,
on housecleaning day.
Received a dollar
in the daily mail,
please fill in the query
about this thing that they sell.
Got five bucks more
from my Milwaukee sis,
with blessings for frolics,
no problems with this.
Won ten at lunchtime
at cribbage I’m hot,
no place to spend it,
so into the pot.
A friend gave me twenty,
he paid back a loan,
I don’t really need it,
now what have I done.
One hundred was entered
in my bank account,
a reversal of charges,
of just that amount.
Now, if a thousand
should slyly appear,
I’d likely be happy,
I might even cheer.
But, man, with a million,
(no taxes at that),
I’d shake like my Chevy,
right after a flat.
My life is too good
to be spoiled by money,
with wife, friends and cats,
I’ve no need, but my honey
might say something different,
might jump at the luck.
She’d know how to use it,
with aplomb and with pluck.
Our families would profit
And friends would all learn
how generous she is
with fortune unearned.
Her charities likely
would gain what they need,
especially stray kitties,
oh my how they’d feed.
Our housing is perfect,
no reason to change,
location, location
must not rearrange.
But Macy’s and Nordstrom’s
And Chico’s, for sure,
would garner new sales
they have such allure.
Yet after the rush
of a bounty so vast,
we’d come to reality,
hopefully fast.
There just isn’t much
we don’t already have,
nothing to wish for,
nothing to crave.
So let that big bonus
find a home with another
and leave us in peace,
in love with each other.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)