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"mastercard" poems
I went down to the shopping mall Since I saw one store I thought I should see them all They said they except Visa and MasterCard and American Express To use one or all or none that was the ultimate test It would have been best to walk out with a full pocket book But I thought I would just take a look because I was Bored In the USA yes Bored in the USA Just for fun I thought I would try things on especially those items with a sale sticker on I rushed to one store than to the next If I have to carry much more stuff I might break my neck all because I lack self control when I am Bored in the USA I tried to resist shopping again My friends and family said I spent too much I thought my computer would be safe to touch I saw an add for items from a favorite seller on EBay I thought it was Ok just to look, one click is all it took I now am Highest Bidder because I was Bored in the USA I did not really need it but like I said I spent too much because I was Bored in The USA Bored In The USA Bored In the USA
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Bored In The USA (to the tune of Born In The USA)
I am finally learning What it means to balance life; For I can't give my heart and soul When you don't give yours too. We've only just begun now; I know I've gone too fast. But keep in mind, this is new to me, While not exactly new to you. So I'll pretend my heart's a jigsaw; You can have it, but piece by piece. And you must earn the pieces-- I can't promise them to you. You can't buy them on credit; No Visa or Mastercard. We don't take checks here, sorry-- Only cash will do. Cash comes in form of roses, And midnight picnics in the park. Cash comes in form of Brewer games, And a candle-lit dinner for two; A night spent under fire-works, Or a ride in a hot-air balloon. Don't forget, with each of these gestures, You must give me a piece of your heart. But with these must come sweetness, Respect and sincerity. I need trust, and most of all, Respect my right to be free. And if these you cannot give me, Then sorry, our bargain is off. But I think--I hope--you can give These things I ask of you; If I didn't, I wouldn't be here-- I only speak the truth. So if you can prove me right, Then I'll have nothing to fear. We'll live happily ever after-- It will be a done deal.
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Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 2:44 PM UTC
Buying My Jig-Saw Heart
OPERATIONAL EPIPHANY For a time I was alone And I was frozen To the bone But then an angel Spread its wings Gave me warmth And all my things The angel said Just hold on We’ll find out What went wrong So I waited Patiently While it hovered Over me Then, a blinding light Came right at me I could not look I could not see But from the light A voice came forth Hello, it said I’m Doctor North I’ll be your surgeon On this day How would you Like to pay We take Visa, MasterCard Cash or American Express But, if you have neither one Then…. may God bless BOEMS BY JA 269 Written in hospital 2014
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
HOSPITAL TAILS #15
Set of eclipse glasses: about ten dollars Tin of coffee: also ten dollars Watching a receding eclipse in a thundering sunshower with family, friends, and an anxious dog while joking about omens and modern politics: priceless
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
A Proposal to Mastercard
Lone star prophet in his cul-de-sac. Mansion built by a guilty back. Measured out in sinners per square feet. He tells us heaven has a cover charge. But God takes Visa and MasterCard. And he’s at ten million likes so far. So hit share and you’ll get in early.
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
Lone Star Prophet
"Credit? Debit?" / "Mastercard." Card goes in. Entering PIN. BeepBeepBeepBeep. Remove card. Processing—I listen to the cold ambient music. "Thank you, and have a nice day." "You too." / The cashier sounds sick. I have nothing more to say. The same words repeated day after day. a ritual antipathetic display of our common plastic soul– lessness.
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
Beep
CONSISTENT CONTRADICTION I'm a perfectly consistent contradiction. I'm oiled by tons of lightweight friction.I'm spending my time with no time to spare; while suffocatin' on all the fresh air. I'm slurrin' my speech with perfect diction, while truthfully expressing science fiction. There's not a lot more that I can say, so I won't take long; just forever and a day. My past draws ever closer as my future fades away. I'll see you in Hell but have a nice day. I have ultralight opinions that hold lots of weight; can't draw worth a **** as I'll illustrate. You may think I'm on your doorstep, but I'm a hundred miles away. See you in Hell but have a nice day. I don't know why you're so insistent that I have to be perfectly consistent. Can't you see that I'm doin' OK? See you in Hell but have a nice day. I gotta comatose brain that won't slow down; a friendly warm smile that's sprinkled with a frown. My mind is racin' 'bout a mile a minute. Get out of my life cause I need you in it. I'll take Mastercard or Visa but you don't gotta pay. See you in Hell but have a nice day. Consistency is overrated, and lunacy is unappreciated. Every corner of my coaster has got one roller. I've gone clinically sane, while being bipolar. I'm as short as Paul Bunyan and tall as Tom Thumb;a cross between Einstein and Dumber and Dumb. I'll wish you a Merry New Year in the middle of May ,and I'll see you in Hell but have a nice day!
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:48 PM UTC
Consistent Contradiction