#billion
20 Mill A Minute
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125 5 mins in
Tax relief celebrate
At rates higher then your whole life
25 bill an hour
Sneak dissappear always frunt n
Soft face
Gunner
Maserati sold 1 ton
Chain to big
Bills 2 tall
End to end
Wrap this earth 10
20 mill a min
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25 billion 1 hour
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC
Dear Mr. One-In-A-Billion
I'm one of the billion
trying to get some of your billions
but I'm just part of the sum of your billions.
I'm the one in your pocket
with only ones in my pocket
avoiding guns and rockets
that came from your pocket.
You keep a gun to my head
by putting guns in my head
with the guns you have led
bringing guns to a head.
I became your captive
you're a velocicaptor commercial raptor
with a manner didactic
to mandate moralistic methods of capture.
When I ask you to stop
I'm thwarted by cops
when I ask you to go
I'm thwarted by no's.
You tell us to fly when you know that we're hurt
you say it's the sky when we know that it's dirt
you give us a tie when all we have is a shirt
until the day we die and no longer have worth.
You providers provide
petite provisions
then dastardly deride
demographic divisions
parading pride
parroting patriotism
but the parrots died
during the schism.
You don't trust me because of my bank account
I don't trust you because of your body count
you don't care because your banks can't be counted
I care too much because every body counts.
Monopoly is a boar's game
the banker controls the board
the banker determines the gored
and property determines the score.
For equality we must equalize our equity
and make austerity analogous to antiquity
allowing annihilation of our antipathies
so we can delete deficit driving deficiencies.
We need charity baked into the system
so parity will be caked onto our vision
so we can stop worrying about cheddar
and give our cheese to the beggars
but you're the only baker around
with a shop full of dough
that you throw into the oven
to feed us sugarcoated lies.
Please stop feeding us tryptophan
through avenues like Instagram
or other similar brands
infecting culture with a businessman
until we're business ******
except for a select few
one of whom is you
and your billionaire brood.
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 6:46 PM UTC
Maybe it's all the avarice
The commonplace detachment,
Of trodden-life, taken as a game.
It is what it is,
The way things go,
A billion different ways
To say the same thing.
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
Now, look up at the sky.
See those glittering things in the night sky?
Those swarming, dazzling stars are billions of reasons why...
I chose you to be the light source of this unpleasant life.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
Love having Four Alphabets
and a Hundred Meanings.
Sails on a Thousand Streams.
It holds a Million Feelings
and Nestled in a Billion Hearts.
That are Dreaming, a Trillion Dreams.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
As I held My Moon,
last Night.
The Stars got Jealous
and we're out of Sight.
A Universe that had
a Million, Billion Stars.
Hid themselves between,
Earth and Mars.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
just as Notre Dame catches fire
does the turtle's situation become dire
as it struggles to get air
because of another plastic snare
one of millions that float aimlessly
Notre Dame will be rebuilt urgently
over one billion dollars raised in days,
but who really needs to be saved?
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
if i have hundreds of eyes
i would only gaze at you
if i have billions of hope
i would continue to hope that you'll love me too
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
Billion brilliant stars,
My neurons are having fun;
At cosmos’s expense!
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
Milky Way collides
With Andromeda; the result?
Wait, four billion years!
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Billions of light years,
In night’s fantasy converge;
Cosmic illusion!
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
A musical treat,
One billion neurons play ball;
Ecstasy defined!
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Current book is about to put in safe keeping,
waiting the new book of a 365 pages,
a new beginning,
a new list of book of ages.
Plan must be planned beforehand,
claim must be claimed and –
Proof must be proved again,
do all you can, so much for what will you gain,
no more sad onomatopoeia, no more suffering in pain.
Possibilities are yet to come,
hope versus expectation – both will never promise the outcome,
A billion dollar started with a single penny,
A master once a newbie,
Walking in failure is part of recipe,
to reach a delightful biography.
TWO hands & two legs,
THOUSAND wrong steps,
AND almost time having a big mistakes,
EIGHTEEN years old’s dreams – current broken dreams closed the drape,
2018 is our sweet escape.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
I stole some underwear on a whim
but also cuz I didn't have much money
more than most tho
Someone told me they stole cheese
People put avocados through as potatoes cuz they're not affordable
I knew someone who paid for about a third of the bras they took and stole the rest so that they would be a more affordable price
Maybe things shouldn't be cheaper but wages should definitely be higher.
Our hospital is dying with the people within,
the concrete flakes like dying skin.
We spend $3billion dollars on defence annually.
I saw 'we' when I never chose that, I would never agree to it.
They say 'defence' when it's an imperialist war project by the West.
I wonder whose suffering is propping up whose suffering and
how all that suffering is propping up someone else's profit.
I wonder how sufferers might forge some sense of solidarity
and overthrow the poor mongers, the war mongers together.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
'Cause when I say, "Go to sleep,"
It means, "I love you."
Or when I tell you to eat,
That means, "Hey I care."
When you tell me that you love me,
and,
I call you an idiot,
That's me saying it back but with the equivalence of stupidity.
You are the reason I stay awake at night and dream with my eyes open,
You are the stars in my dark sea that I have been constantly trying to drown myself in,
You are,
For Gods sake's,
My Planet Earth because what else is going to supply me the oxygen I need when my brain says,
"Don't breathe."
You make me not want to die when all I could think of is dying cause you know,
Depression.
You are my alarm clock to when I sleep in,
My everyday phone call,
My back up plan when my back up plan needs a back up plan.
There are a billion of people out here that could have chosen me to deal with but you,
You at least tolerate me.
Thank you for the tolerance, at least.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Billions and billions
Of possibilities
In a restless, uncertain world.
Your eyes meet mine
And I couldn't think
Of another pair
That could make me
As certain.
-- Eleanor
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
There is no other Er. Atul Kaushal,
Yes, I am the only one.
I do not need Creepy,
Though Atul was for her,
Atul is not for the unfaithful.
Atul is one in more than 8 billion.
I am Atul: the uniquely incomparable.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
Ah, how the stars gleam
With the knowledge of a million years
And billion other more.
Ah, how the stars shout
With the knowledge of a million deaths
And billion other more.
Ah, how the stars sing
With the knowledge of a million songs
And billion other more.
Ah, how the stars love
With the knowledge of a million humans
And billion other more.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
Five twenty Texas.
In the morn
Fore the busses test their horns.
As a train rattles next to 377
Before I hit 7-11
Where I bet a dollar for a million
Sometimes two on a billion.
Never won once
****** little *****
I'll win tomorrow.
Cause I'll be up drunk for
Five twenty Texas
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
She strikes me across my face
blood seeps into my eyes and mouth
i have come to a conclusion
I raise the knife to my chest
and smile
I am happy
death is not a bright light
nothing at the end of a tunnel
it is peace
waking up is violent
my shoulders heave as i
***** blood mixed with water
i stare into her black eyes
fear ebbs through me
i am doomed
it has been seven years
i have not aged
death is a cycle of terror
life is not precious
life is wasted on us
life is nothing
until the world ends
humanity cowers
thinking unto infinity
another few billion years
anothers few generations
too little, too pitiful
going back in time
as i held that blade anew
i know
this will carry on
until negative infinity
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
bolt of white light meets
billion droplets dancing in sunny wet skies
A garland for the Gods
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC