Cash Poems - Poems about Cash

Money, money, money Give me a penny, I’ll stash it, I’ll hide it, And guard it like treasure. In his belly, a hunger That can’t be fulfilled, For gold and for riches His greed is unmatched. He pockets the profits, The worker gives his all, But when it’s time to pay, The boss is long gone. No thought for the world, Just riches to keep, He’ll chase every dollar And...

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He was thrilled to shill his best bet token AM green candles he had awoken So I FOMO’d in chasing candles green Surely to see more money than I’d seen But alas, the baned black swan, it appeared Way worse than any flash crash I had feared Fearing my FOMO turned flat into FUD Fainting to facedown in red-tainted mud He made...

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Well come on in, I'll bolt the door, Excuse the dog mess, on the floor, Let's get this one bar fire to roar, Coffee's still warm, so I'll just pour, Oat meal biscuits? go on take four, Money troubles? heard it before, Eight hundred a month and it's yours, Down payment cash, the room's secured... ...

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Who said life was going to be fair? Come on, let’s make this circle square, Poor as church mice, bolder than brass, Circle right then show me the cash. We'll keep it underneath your hat, But there’s no room to swing a cat, They say the best in life is free, So square this circle left like me. Fair and square like they...

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Entry for the Golden Age of Music Poetry Contest, sponsored by Oliver McKeithan, March 2025, Second Place. I dreamed of Johnny Cash last night, his music spoke to me, I said I thought that you were dead, but music lives said he, but music lives said he. From Folsom, to Fort Bend, for every soul behind bars, he asked if we could say...

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Trump Crunch Bunch for Lunch cash really did crunch which he would do bunch by bunch ate it all for lunch...

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Fluorescent lights hummed a monotone drone, In the background, the resonant chimes and dings of the cash register sing. A lone moth fluttered past my empty dome Light, purposeless, similar to myself. Glassy eyes wandered back, staring deep into the infinite assembly line I could not help but lose myself in. Neon nectars beckoned me like a sugary siren, I was a...

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"When it comes to money, you can't win. If you focus on making it, you're materialistic. If you try to but don't make any, you're a loser. If you make a lot and keep it, you're a miser. If you make it and spend it, you're a spendthrift. If you don't care about making it,...

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Welcome to the British isles, where cash is flowing Where much resides, history on every side of killer Kings and queens provide, a tapestry of style and wiles Villan's and villein and many wreckers; rode tides; attuned to The chance to profit as much, was all their integrity as such These brigands did thrive, just as long as the lord...

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I realise just how old I am, when I don't even know how facebook works, And I don't have any idea how someone twirks. I read maps from an atlas book, I don't like google and the way it looks. I like to have cash, I like the way it feels, But I guess it does make it easier to...

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At first, Henry did not grasp a thing: The look in Sam’s eyes at that moment. Was it trying to some warning bell ring And its stark rebuff reward with ailment? In it Henry sensed, at last, full danger At mood’s good study not a full stranger… There was a drowning man in Sam’s eyes While he held out a challenging...

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Guys have been praising Jenny Bent on marrying poor Lenny At hill tops "I love Lenny, Whose bank account reads Penny!" Not that he has not any But women gasp for many And Jenny's needs damned many Still rejected Rich Kenny, Who himself hates a Nanny: Wedding one thinks uncanny....

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Need I keep watching your pretences: You're good only at using tenses! And I need not mind your courtesies: Put you I have in parenthesis, Catholic your inconsistencies, On this could write a Master's Thesis. Now, it's certain you're no monument, Though fabulous your emolument, Much cash left after picked ornament, Never had cost much: sought liniment... Need I keep observing your movements That translate not...

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Adult spending like a lass, Hard-earned cash burning like gas: What is left of it mere ash; The once careful with cash rash: Was peace being some Trojan Horse For having not courted force? No voice had declared A Must And Kent fed self long starved lust... A long worshipped rope he'd gripped, Through fingers Good Wealth had slipped; Kent's Trojan Horse Madam Peace, For...

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A clean way to big tears dry Is it make a fresh bold try: Not in fury's red pan fry . Nor wear a smile dully wry . You may into stars' lives pry : Those who'd made it planting rye . Yet, this could make a bloke cry Or wish one did not it try . Your mood should...

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