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I gave some spare change to a beggar today.
It hasn’t changed my life, neither his.
But it has changed something.
It was a small, but real
change, change to
be spared.
Mustafa 6d
School is beautiful, school is great
School provides us with an outlet , taps into our talent
School is where we learn new things and make friends
Friendships which some of us will carry well into adulthood

Were it not for school, where would we learn
And how would we know what we are good at
What we are not good at, what we  like, dislike
How would we learn tolerance and understanding

Tolerance and understanding  make us better human beings
Were it not for school, would we learn to read and write
Had they not gone to school, Dickens, Tolkien, and Twain
Would never have written the classics they did

School also teaches us the importance of numbers
Successful and rich people know their numbers
Money likes those who know their numbers
That's why the majority of people remain poor

School teaches us so many different things, so many
Some things help us in life, after school, others never to use
But knowledge is power, and its good to know
That we can stride out into the world with full confidence
This poem is about the importance of school.School is a beautiful experience we will carry into adulthood and beyond
kevin Jul 7
I know people are misplaced
Out there
In a street
In a safe space
There's not much freedom day to day
That's why I worked my way through the paper
To find no difference
Is to be at peace
It might not accept my offer to pay for us all
It might only accept itself is worth money
But my letters will reach someone
Eventually

Souls gave us asylum
Money gave them pride

These are civil rights violations
That's a shameful realization for proud people
Comedy poem
Written: 7/2/2025

Political suicide.
Moving to Lost Cruces was financial suicide.
Destroy all the small towns in America.
I'm not apologizing for what I've written.
You know what you towns people have done;
idiotic truck driving backstabbers and liars.
You'll all atone for your stupidity and greedy cleverness.
The 100,000 of yous.
Wells fargo, goldman sacs, chase, bank of un-america:
All exchange for insane credit card dates but
they make it so you can't just use your debt card
and also pay bills!
Govt says: "You need to make up for 11,000$ per year from now on."
"How in the blue hell does that make any sense?" I ask.
And the banks and share holders just shrug their shoulders and say:
"OH WELL! FIGURE IT OUT! OH WELL!"
'They' put a bullet in the hand of Bernie Sanders
during the 2016 elections.
Even if he's playing ball for the wrong side and doesn't understand
how universal healthcare works, everyone is in debt
and if America needs more nurses and doctors then make the
******' schools free to attend!
I'm not talking about do nothing fafsa folks!
I'm gonna LOSE IT!
**** AI.
In Germany if you wanna become a doctor it's all free college.
Here in cesspool America it's 500,000$ in student
loan debt!
If that ruins you're life?
OH WELL!
Mo money mo problems.
Like my mom I miss my dad's free use of his credit card.
I was depressed as a mule back then too.
A robber yanked out my wallet from my front pocket
and stabbed it until all my cards and cash we're ripped to shreds.
Thank you billionaire freemasons for rotting this world to the core.
Churches are at the largest false.
Reach out to the sky cuz America has been flushed down the toilet.
A comedic poem about money and struggle
Bitcoin and Freedom
Go hand in hand
A taste of this freedom
Brings more demand

A sovereign money
Leads to nobler thought
Craving new freedoms
Without being taught

Freedom of money
Leads to freedom to learn
No theft of savings
Is the freedom to earn

Freedom in healthcare
In food, and in school
With freedom in money
Freedom is the rule

Freedom to limit
Our government’s reach
In our freedom of worship
And freedom of speech

Yes, Bitcoin and Freedom
They are one in our heart
Reach for your freedom
It’s the right time to start
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If you don’t have it, money’s everything.
But once you do, it’s not the only king.
It’s just a medium — not the final goal.
Yet still, it plays a very vital role.

Azerbaijani Turkic version:

Pul, olmasa, hər nədir.پول، اوْلماسا، هر نه‌دیر
Olsa, sanma hər nədir. اولسا، سانما هر نه‌دیر
Aracdır, amac deyil, آراج‌دیر، آماج دئییل
Gərək ola hər nədir. گره‌ک اوْلا هر نه‌دیر
A bilingual reflection on the paradox of money — how it dominates when absent, yet should serve when present.

Written and performed in English and South Azerbaijani Turkic, this poem explores value, purpose, and the role of wealth in human life.

Language may shift, but the question remains: What rules us — the goal or the tool?
Reece May 29
The casino owner,
Loved taking money from others.
Just set a million-dollar prize,
And everyone is surprised,
So they flock to the casino,
To ruin their lives.
Not that the owner cares,
Money in his pocket,
To pay for all his affairs.
All of the money,
Anyone could ever want,
So he spent it,
To expand the gambling.
More bills rolled in,
Which he used to pay the bills,
Of the growing establishment.
No amount of money,
Was ever enough,
And eventually,
The casino owner went bankrupt.
The people were tired of being lied to,
So they started a mob,
And robbed the casino.
They burned it to the ground,
No more money to be found.
A classic tale of greed, a contagious disease.
Money, money, money

Give me money, money, money.

Money, money, money

Give me money, money, money.



I would die for my green paper

But they better pay me right with my green paper.

Mama needs to buy food with that green paper,

Daddy needs to get his kicks with that green paper.



What about the preacher man?

He needs that green paper.

And the baby mama needs that green paper

But the baby daddy won’t give up the green paper.



The rich man lives off the green paper

The poor needs that green paper.

Everybody’s going to need that green paper

You know you need that green paper.



Rev. Ike preached about the green paper

To buy more stuff with the green paper

But when he died, he couldn’t take it with him

And so, the green paper stays here.



Can you spear one or two of that green paper?

I need it to eat

I need to live

That green, green paper.



There’s some who will steal it

Rob somebody for it

**** somebody for it

That green, green paper.



The Good Book says the love it

Yes, the love of it is evil

But there’s so many out there

Who will die for that green paper.



Money, money, money

Give me money, money, money.

Money, money, money---

Too late it’s over for you---

Click, click BOOM!

27 May 2021
Mia J May 5
Friday was payday
Her check was 2,500
She ignored her bills and went shopping
She went to an outlet that sold expensive bags
There were people who looked like her
They shook their heads and kept walking
There were more people who looked like her
They were by the expensive bags with no shame
She went to the expensive bags and grabbed a white and gold one
It would look good with her gel nails
She goes to the checkout line
The girl who looks like her tries to buy a GG
The GG is 1,500 she only has 1,200
Her tiny square declined and she bursts with water and leaves
The girl with 2,500 steps up to buy
The cashier is named Snow
Snow smiles with pity and scans the tag
The girl’s total is 2,450
She hesitates due to her responsibilities
But decides to swipe her tiny square anyway
The screen turns green and snow turns white
She leaves the store happy with her purchase
Later, she gets a knock on her apartment door
Her landlady comes with an outstretched hand
The girl looks to be staring at the dead
She says she has “no money”
Her landlady gives her 2 hours to pack her materials and go
The girl has to live with her mother
And the only problem the mother had was with her own priceless bags
11/29/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2017
Cadmus May 4
They say love makes the world go ‘round…

But try proposing without a diamond that whispers loud…
Money…

Family dinners full of smiles and fights repressed…
Money…

Cousins showing up at Christmas looking freshly blessed…
Money…

The secret to youth? It’s not kale or prayer…
Money…

Just a surgeon, a syringe, and some derriere repair…
Money…

You want the Nobel? Sure, write your thesis with flair…
Money…

But someone still paid for that tenured chair…
Money…

The kids need books, a laptop, and a chance to dream…
Money…

Also Wi-Fi, tutoring, and a school with steam…
Money…

Evolution gave us fire, but civilization gave us class…
Money…

And the biggest difference between king and ***…
Money…

You want to change the world? Start a cause? Break a curse?
Money…

Or you’ll be that guy with vision… and an empty purse…
Money…

Science needs data, equipment, and trust…
Money…

Also snacks for the lab, and a fridge that won’t rust…
Money…

Want to flirt, be adored, radiate that spark?
Money…

Or stay home, scroll apps, and die in the dark…
Money…

Even funerals aren’t free, your last “to-do”…
Money…

Because dying is easy, but burial? Whew…
Money…

So next time someone tells you it isn’t everything…
Money……

So here’s your truth, wrapped neat and funny:
Everything you touch, trust, taste, or tolerate runs on…
Money…
If this poem made you uncomfortable, don’t worry, it’s probably just your bank account recognizing itself in the mirror. Side effects may include existential budgeting and spontaneous side hustles.
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