Category: People

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What is your plan?

Collecting peanuts

Hiding them in sand

Power is finally found

Hold tight

Falling

Down

Down

Down

Uh-oh

No safety net

Except

Torn mosquito net

Bourgeois

Placing their bets

Repossessing your private jet

Shitting in pants

Throwing up in toilet

Elephant

No longer steps on mice

Demanding silence from fluff puffs

Who had to pay the price

Big Boss was a pimp in disguise

Controlled

Select corrupt whores

Until………………….

6 AM

Knock on the door

FREEDOM

Locked away

Never to be seen anymore

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Single

Mother

Boy has no father.

She purchases very little fresh fruits and vegetables.

Mostly buys frozen and cans of food to save dollars.

Shares small apartment with another mother

Patch old car

Today

Repair

Radiator

Next Quarter

Starter

Always struggling to make sure bills are paid.

No free time and does not date.

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She calls herself a mutt.

Mix

Dutch

Portuguese

Amazon Indian

Black

Her broken English never holds her back.

Came from a dictatorship turned Socialist experiment when lawyers and dentists drove taxicabs.

Now lives in a country where the sky is the limit if one breaks their back.

She is an American.

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Damn right

We are preppers

World

Is in the shitter

Two years of food on hand

Kitchen cabinets

Full of carefully marked cans

Solar panels on the roof

Giant sized chicken coop

All emergency supplies needed

Preparations completed

Every night 

Me and the Mrs.

Watch the news

Drink cans of beer

Feeling blue

World a zoo

Any day could collapse

I wonder how long 10 cases of rum will last.

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Snip Snip

Snip Snip Snip

The barber

His shop

Located on a luxury avenue

Some wealthy patrons

Would discuss a stock or two

No ordinary conversation mind you

Just juicy

Trading knowledge

He was privy too

Blue Chips

Small Caps

Bull Markets

Bear Markets

Decades gone by

Never married

Diligently

Investing every extra cent

Watching his portfolio

Climb up to the sky

One day

The barber died

Accumulating a sizable estate 

No family

No close friends

No one knew

No one to give the money too

Snip Snip

Snip Snip Snip

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Craps was the game he played

Once a month

Took a round trip flight

Lauderdale to Nassau

Carried his cash in an old bag

Stood most of the night

At the table

Sometimes won

Sometimes lost

His demeanor

Always stable

Just a way to unwind

The game

Cleared his mind

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Late night

Walking cobbled streets of Prague

Had one too many pilsners

Met a street performer

On the corner

Done for the night playing his violin

After an hour of shooting the breeze

I asked my new friend

Why is it that you are so at ease?

He replied:

“I play for spare change

 I’m the only one who needs to be pleased

Some people call me lazy and completely crazy

But

Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician

I accept who I am

No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”

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Grabs everything she can

Does not need a permanent man

Prowls clubs along the beach

                              Fuck                              

Shower

Brush teeth

Walks out the door

While her lover sleeps

Next Weekend

Repeat