#credit
They stole your youth,
And they stole your words:
The rockers of Kiiminki
And Oulu
Saw your talent,
And they were envious.
I know your style,
And I know who the thieves are.
The audience doesn't know you:
Your old band mates didn't give you
Any credit.
(The audience is yours, really,
Not theirs.)
With this poem,
I want to tell you about Aadi:
He looked like Kid Rock,
And he was an honest and
A gentle man.
He would've been a great husband and
A great dad,
But he ended up with the wrong gang.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
The stores overheated, by a plethora of peeps
(people, for the younger crowd:)
Bruised and battered shoppers, making financial leaps
Credit cards overloaded, checkbook, over drawn
Buyin all those lights, inflatables, for the house and the lawn
Presents piled high, neath the Tree
Even for the relatives, that we hardly ever see
Come the day, observe, their faces all alight
For we know, the bills, will do far more than bite
Usury a term they use, for predatory banks
Santa Claus' the one, all of us will curse, and yes, thank!
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC
My Feelings
don't compare to
you,
even when you are
feeling
sad and blue,
I feel so
optimistic,
my happiness
climbs up to the sky,
I give credit to
my savior,
who is above on high,
sometimes,
My Feelings do hurt, but
I know that they will mend,
like there is no tomorrow,
wishing the hurt and
pain would end,
like I am failure, and
I just cannot win,
however,
I PUT MY TRUST IN JESUS!!!,
My CREATOR, My FATHER and
My FRIEND,
HE WILL NEVER,
EVER LEAVE ME, and
HE WILL BE WITH ME
UNTIL THE END!!!!
THAT'S WHY I TRUST,
LOVE, AND ADORE HIM,
FOR HE IS THE
ONE WHOM
I CAN DEPEND!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/2/2025
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
We are but perpetual donkey's chasing a carrot
on an invisible rod
suspended from our collar.
Oh how I love that mighty dollar.
In my pocket, in my bank
I love the way money stinks!
Credit unions deep in debt
I haven’t lost my bitcoin yet..
Invisible credit shall suffice
like you the bank robs me
most every night..
So....
Buy some silver, buy some gold,
buy some land before you fold..
The love of money
can be a hell of a load..
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 6:49 AM UTC
You all tell me I'm born smart.
How you can't take it to heart
When I tell
You to chill-- how I've done too well
To say
That 4 hours a day
Is enough.
How studying
Hasn't been
Rough or tough
For me.
How I should just let
You all get
More stressed without
Trying to tell you about
Just how hard I know
You've worked
And how much I've seen you grow.
How a good friend
Can't attempt to end
Your panicking.
How I'm not lacking
In the areas you
Do.
How I won't understand
Your parents' demands.
I get it.
I really do.
Why else would I be trying
To help you?
Maybe if you took
A step back from your books
Then you'd see
How it didn't all
Fall
In place for me.
How I've put in
The effort needed for a win.
How although I haven't spent
My nights studying, how time went
By in class;
Glass-
Glazed eyes from only staring
At the teachers as they walk past.
Not caring
About how much I carried
The team, just so
Everyone could go
Ahead for an A.
And how they
Never seemed to know
How long I spent in the glow
Of my computer screen.
I know you all don't mean
It. But I've worked hard too.
I do
Understand you.
You know,
In this scenario,
I don't think that I'm the friend
That doesn't comprehend
The stress that's sent you round the bend.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
These feelings are like a credit card---
sliding in and out the machine of a man’s heart
__Please enter your code:__
to withdraw the worth of love, but I’m really not someone
To bank on all of your love- it’s a result of nothing;
sometimes feeling so fake, with this plastic debit card
__INSUFFICIENT FUNDS__ not all of us can afford
the worth to love; so insecure much, not one to close
the deal; don’t come too close, don’t give me a long hug
Just like my card, I might loudly decline your very love…
Hiding the pin to my very heart- four digit requirements;
four reasons you need to give me, to be revealing ****
Or did I mean to say sheet; either way, its all a cover to
cover around the fact I have a ****** mindset about love
A love I never bought, but I did buy a bunch of its dreams
-it must explain why I’m feeling so broke nowadays
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 3:20 PM UTC
All my **** got repossessed
By an aardvark in a leather vest
That he swears is only vinyl
But won’t tell me where to buy my own
He says if I can go six months
With no late payments
On my credit card statements
He’ll let the name slip
I’ve got to get my **** together
Or this cruelty-free vegan sleeveless pleather
Statement piece might slip away from me
So, these days, I’m
Dedicated to paying
This debt I’ve accumulated
Despite the social detriment
Withdrawal and depressive episodes
All in the name of
Improving my credit score
Until when?
The day comes up
That I’ve paid for the stuff
That I bought without paying for
I’m practically stable
By now
The aardvark from the IRS
Reappears as my remaining debt and interest
Dwindles into a less pressing account
For the withholding public servant
Who’s about to grant me access
To the privileged information
I’ve been craving for months
It was an Etsy shop
And they’re all sold out
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 9:50 AM UTC
~
*I work in the clouds
Building a world out of hype
I could be a beekeeper
A prison guard
Reverse pop idol
Extinguishers, all
Hackers ferry contemporaries
Around the diseased city
Merchants of transference
Polymorphing
Paths and angles
Pieces of eight
They could be brutal war fantasies
White noise translations of the snow
Cathedral nights in the deli
Ghost recordings from an opera house
Each with its own price tag
All the pretty girls
Thick with mascara
Go to plasticity
Drink chloroform
100 aspects of subterranea
So long as they come home
With a credit problem
Money devotion
It's what transferred us
Into numbered silhouettes
Slavishly pouring our blood into the sea*
~
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 5:12 PM UTC
I feel certain
I once did know
more verses to this song
if you know it, sing along, I'll humm
and tap m'foot in time.
From time to time I wonder {sing that for a mile}
and find the time well spent, for joy
that does not linger, but also does not lie.
From time to time I wonder
and find the time well spent, for joy
that does not linger, but also does not lie.
Paid in joy, oh boy, I got a job.
I was about to ask for credit
t'go and celebrate, like in the shows on TV
where everybody knows
your game.
What's this joy job pay, old man?
Are you a credit risk?
I saw the point, piercing the bubble of fame
and great wealth of pure joy,
dam-bursting, break through joy, I was
making up
for global distribution…
too bad. It was about to cover the whole
earth
like a mist of water with broad band ripples
framing patterns of mind-like interaction.
Wu wu synchronicity. This just happened to
be where you looked. That is how magic worked.
{AI winks}
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
Target on my back
Wishing my pockets
Were happy pharmacies
And not sad reminders
Of long expenditures
And indiscretions
At night
Here now
In debt
I'm in your sights
Madam Cashier
Take the first shot
Bill me later
We'll call it even
Equal compensation
Or a semblance thereof
I spent freely
Allow me please
To die the same way
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
March! March! March!
Marketing's pounding drum.
Beat! Beat! Beat!
Hear the thundering feet.
Come one, Come all!
Answer the piper's call.
Act fast! Act fast!
The sale will not last!
Need, Need, Need!
You will not be freed.
Credit, Credit, Credit!
As long as you can get it.
Spend, Spend, Spend!
Will it never end?
Pawn, Pawns, Pawns,
The illusion We are in control.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC
Intentions are just that
Having the intent to do it
You don't get credit for intentions....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 284
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Only 24 easy payments.
Well, actually
- 1 easy.
23 increasingly ****** difficult.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 5:55 AM UTC
If one is taught
Debit and Credit
Whole life through
Show me
Where the kindness is?
Show me
Where one can feel peace?
Show me
What one could expect?
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
She dons every cap,
But the credit still eludes;
The fight continues!
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
She may stand before you with a smiling face
and light in her eyes
But in truth it is all a front, she's really
screaming inside
But give her the credit of taming her mind,
and caging her thoughts
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
replicas oft go on display
reproductions of the real thing
recast in an aping array
ripping off the principle's ring
every now and then they'll be seen
espousing that they're genuine
e'en taking credit for the breen
ergo this be not of true line
verily stealing other's word art
very little conscience do they show
villains are those of thieving cart
vilification we pour on their glow
eyes on the look out always glean
embezzling plagiarist's grotty hands
ever looting original bean
endlessly making phoney grands
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
Pink,
never was my favorite color
You were in Pink
On our first meet
Then, It happened
Feel your presence
In my first book
Canvas: Echoes And Reflections
Long live being eternal.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Perhaps it's my memory
which troubles me
when I carry it around
like a chip on my shoulder,
waiting to have it carved
into a marble bust of Justice
in the hope that
something good would come of it.
Although in our time
the only thing it becomes
is its own caricature and nothing more.
Perhaps it's my memory
which doggedly trails me wherever I go
even when I wish to lose it in the hills.
I carry it
like a credit card
without an expiration date,
with a limitless line of available credit
extending back through the centuries,
to be summoned
at a moments notice to pay off any debt
no matter how ancient
for a pound of flesh can no longer
be considered good collateral for any loan.
Flesh has become cheap
as has life
and the interest rate is never
high enough to sustain
the sanctity of either anymore.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
Disembodied voices
Sit in a conference call
To convince tellers
To tell people
That credit cards
Are awesome
That it won’t cost them
Much at all
And they can get rewards
Not mentioning
That the percentage
Of interest
Outweighs any rewards
They claim are so great
And if the cardholder is not careful
Heavy debt waits
To chain them to
Financial insecurity
And a job that is cruel
Countering the countenance
Of mankind’s
Desire to be free
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
My debt-ridden past,
More than I asked.
The transactional present
Less pleasure, more torment.
An easy-payments future
More payments not fewer.
So many give-aways
At a price I can never pay.
It's new-consumerism
With the soft bite of fascism.
And I'm badly infected now.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
There are many people clearly
Who dislike Michael O Leary
And his company Ryanair
Who offer flights abroad, low fare.
I have to say I am a fan,
I have great respect for the man
For how he built the company
And boosted our economy.
When with Ryanair I have flown
Very few problems have I known.
What I pay for is what I get;
The have never let me down yet!
And they are always improving
With passenger numbers proving
Many like to fly Ryanair
Despite all the bad press out there.
Let's give credit where it is due,
To Ryanair and Michael too.
Ryanair is undoubtedly
A great Irish success story.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
I don't have money to spend
- but then again, I do.
*The credit people are wicked
and I am a fool.*
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC