"payout" poems
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Fatherless broods, whose mothers hoped for change
Fight the law, abort their restoration;
Attack, burn, riot… consider nothing strange
Extorting payout from their host nation.
Fatherhood, dark elephant in the room,
Denigrated, dissed by baby-mamas
In his absence, speaks potently of doom
(Apparently blessed by both Obamas…)
***** donation, filling the wombs with child,
Disorganized communities, off-course
Guarantee police work when thugs run wild.
With marriage faltering in the race: lame horse.
Inhuman nature being what it is
Be careful who you shoot—and hold your ****
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
All our country's taxpayers are becoming enraged
Bailing out companies which have been mismanaged
Countless millions have been forked out
Dollar amounts which are exceptionally stout
Ever the taxpayer is called upon to cough up
Filling the always depleted company's cup
Giving generously has got to cease pretty soon
Helping them is a cost that's gone well beyond the moon
Injecting our hard earned is too much
Just let them stand on their own crutch
Kick those CEO's into a reality check fashion
Let them not receive anymore of our kind ration
Money has been misspent by our former government
Never ending the out flow it's time for some abatement
Offer not another cent to those ailing companies
Propping them stresses the taxpayer's arteries
Questions must be asked about those per unit costs
Regularly increasing and so high are their imposts
Shores abroad can produce goods for lesser amounts
They run a more efficient book of accounts
Under a burgeoning payout us taxpayers are gripped
Vast savings we'd make if they were nipped
We've been supporting the big end of town for years
X marks the spot where we've been left in arrears
Yonder the companies can take their travails
Zilch is what they'll be receiving from our taxpayer bails
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
i’m always glad
when a joke comes along
it’s all the casinos and things i am
and ever been lost in
i was bored
and no boredom kills you like lust does
it’s red when you bet red
all the time
and you’ll be alone
between periods of manic payout and disbelief
if you don’t leave
and slap the croupier on the ***
and ask them to join.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
I just heard about the near miss.
My mind was elsewhere.
Pleased to hear about Syria,
But it was elsewhere.
I didn't know Pippa had a wardrobe malfunction,
The loss of the Toronto Blue Jays,
The deformed frogs and west coast fires,
And the downing of a 747 somewhere in the Asiatic Sea.
Big news. Bigger problems!
But, like I said, my mind was elsewhere.
Like the ten million payout to the terrorist from Canada
Whose human rights were violated.
I didn't hear that one til today.
I just heard there's been a few transformations
For Caitlyn and Donald. Hope they like their new lives.
My mind was elsewhere,
And I've left it there.
Whew!
Did you hear something about North Korea launching ICBM's?
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need
Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before
Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations
Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth
Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction
Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation, politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend
Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand
The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance
Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished
I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
the alimony money
keeps me
warmer
than you ever did
it keeps
me toasty warm
every folding quid
you never stayed
at home
to pour your love
on me
these days
it's so grand
being enfolded
in your money
it was a D Day
in the divorce court
you had to pay me
a big payout
for all those years
you'd been
playing about
I sleep the sleep
of the thankful
that indeed I do
with the cash recompense
which fell
so rightfully due
looking back on those times
when my man
wasn't at my side
he was chasing
other skirts
being most untrue
to his bride
my heart is comforted
at the amount of dough
I possess
such a substantial sum
of happy redress
honey your alimony money
makes my life so so sunny
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
What drew you to this job?
Truthfully, survival
I lie and say
I’ve always been passionate about textiles
Like the pretentious clothing this company creates
My answer is carefully tailored to appeal to my market audience
Yesterday I was passionate about data entry
Tomorrow I’ll be passionate about customer retention and management
I’ve learnt to lick the boot that pins me down in place
What does your dream job look like?
I don’t bother telling them that I no longer dream of labour
I recite the appropriate buzzwords
Sense of progression
Work-life balance
Meaningful connections
Bile rises in my throat
What do you hope to achieve in life?
My father wasted away his best years in a job that landed him in hospital
A heart attack and redundancy payout all the thanks he got
All so he could eventually retire and do what he actually loved; woodworking
He’d never been able to make a career of it
He couldn’t find a ‘market’ for it
Maybe it was because he never learnt to market himself, to sell himself
Not in that sense
Instead he sold himself
He sold his body to a timber mill
Maybe he thought it would be temporary
But then he had to give up his woodworking
Because working the wood at the mill left him exhausted
He had to sell his soul for decades until the system finally let him be
I want something different than what the system offers
But there is no alternative to the system
It offers me 50 flavours of consumption
32 different shades of participation
But no option not to consume
Not to participate
I no longer have lofty ideals
When I was young I wanted to be a famous writer
I wanted to travel and see the world
Now I just want to exist
But even my very existence comes at a cost
To merely exist I am still expected to participate
To consume and be consumed
Sell myself to whoever will pay
for what little I have to offer
Thank you for your time
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
Your soul is far more beautiful than mine,
You've got more miles on your heart,
This must be fate,
I'm so very lucky to have met you at this time.
You're too honest for this world,
And to I; you're too kind,
Don't fight back against the facts,
It seems as though you don't follow the most traveled path,
But there is nothing you lack,
And if you'll let me;
I promise to always have your back.
And like the rain that comes down every now and then,
Emotions I did not know I could feel flood my head,
It's no wonder I can't sleep through the night alone in this bed,
And when in the morning I leave, tis the very time of day that I dred.
I crave your body like a bloodthirsty wolf,
And I'll accept this new found hunger; my judgement it will engulf,
But this broken heart of mine would be much too difficult to mend,
And this wavering depression is a bit to high maintenance to tend,
My baggage is ample,
And I learned long ago that to feel happy; I no longer can pretend.
So if you're feeling up to the task,
Inspired to see what's behind this mask,
The payout is well worth it,
In my bountiful love you may bask.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
Monsanto's roundup
never failed to **** the weeds
Monsanto's roundup
being known for deadly deeds
of late a court case
has hit the headlines
on behalf of a grounds man
who'd sprayed roundup
over rambling vines
he'd ingested the product's
residual mist
whereupon his body became
sick from its whist
other plaintiffs are gearing
up for a trial date
which will mean the suing
of Monsanto won't abate
hefty cash payout
can but damage the company's
profitable reputation
on lawyers presenting
evidence of the **** killer's
lethal saturation
and people in countries
off shore will obtain a chance
in litigation against the corporate entity's
expenditure advance
Monsanto's roundup
never failed to **** the weeds
Monsanto's roundup
being known for deadly deeds
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Did you know I’m brave?
Did you know I’m caring?
Did you know I’m extraordinary?
I’d like to cash these in.
I’d like a payout.
I’d like something in return.
Did you know I’m weak?
Did you know I’m pathetic?
Did you know I’m ungrateful?
I’d like to be punished.
I’d like to be held accountable.
I’d like to bleed away my guilt.
If you’re still listening,
I’d like to know what it is
that I truly deserve.
I’d like to feel free from worrying
that I’m taking too much,
Or not enough,
Or too much,
Or not enough
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
The sun rained down on the city that day
the day that everything changed
The old man walked alone that day
watching as his feet hit the ground
every step was a new beginning
and he was surprised by what he found
The children played together that day
wishing they could grow up too fast
not knowing how quick it would come anyways,
they still wished to forget the past
The mother sat alone that day
surrounded by empty minds
mourning the loss of her little girl
tears came with every new thing she finds
The girl was surrounded that day
as darkness filled the air
thinking about what would come next
every thought was too much to bare
The man drove for only himself that day
losing control with every mile
every action had a payout
that broke spirits and smile
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
i’m singing happiness,
from a place of despair.
Those dark lights
emphasis the spark
of brightness lost in the night.
as we soldier on,
with a chip on our shoulder,
weapons at arms,
take a moment to relax,
reload,
and aim for the stars
We don't mean you no harm,
and I know that it's strange,
to aim for the target
knowing those bullets aint remotely in range.
do it again,
we do it again,
we’ll see how close we can get,
anyway.
In the darkness we slept in world records of our evenings,
believing in better days.
maybe,
but knowing better anyway.
the law of averages say it in lehmans terms,
i’m the reason for the medium,
the yin and yang of the best made plans.
they never last until completion,
just good intentions and interventions,
it could of meant something to someone surely.
if not me,
i’m bored by the habitual routines,
a scene only has meaning,
if it’s set with intention from beings,
if you get what i mean.
so long society,
as i quietly slip from your succulent grasp.
i’ve been meaning to ask do you swallow them whole?
or do you devour the body first,
and then feed on the soul?
society has forsaken me,
i won’t go quietly into the slot for me,
live life like a slot machine,
accosted by the cost of life and human beings.
Waiting patiently for the payout that never comes.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Get out of my house she screamed,
wasn't at all a bit like it seemed,
behind him,
she slung his carrier bags,
an old sleeping bag,
and a bundle of rags,
after a row,
silly cow,
she said,
you're not welcome here.
was just a stupid row,
and she's not really a silly cow.
That night,
the evening fell into disquiet,
the once loving moments had turned into a riot.
dragged his carriers behind him as he walked down the street,
tripping over his muddled up feet,
Night fell, so did he,
In much distress a bloodied mess,
landed on homeless spikes,
landed hard,
landed fast,
anchored to the spot,
poor sod,
not terribly long,
but that poor fellow,
well he punctured a lung,
A passing friend,
noticed his distress,
called the paramedics to come and assess,
Carted him off to the hospital,
the one that still had an A+E,
stuffed in a chest drain,
a little more pain,
and then,
along came the brief,
gave the company grief,
Received a big payout,
went home to the wife,
you remember the one,
who first gave him the strife.
(C) Livvi
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
Death Cash
Life insurance death payout doesn’t make sense
Surely you’re meant to be a live to enjoy the payout?
But they only pay when you’re dead and buried
Something aint right there…
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Uncle Sam
When will the company payout?
Just like Catch 22
All the benefits come after death
You sign on the line
And pay the cash
For the listed benefits
But you don’t see them
Not a single ******* one
They’re left to your loved ones
Don’t have a wife or kids?
Too bad then
Uncle Sam will claim your benefits
To enrich his war chest
And defeat the *** and the ****
And the Reds after that
The benefits are all his
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
i find it unnecessary
to exchange mixtures of letters
with the receiver i once did see me
engaging in foreseen endeavors with
but history tore me and we
though i now retract
exceptions are had
such as
when i choose to detract
the warmth i had way back
in the past
when our fire did not brand
but did attract
us to one another
not like now
and how it knows
how to protract
to engulf us
to turn good
into bad
i release resistant exhales
and doubt
on newfound callousness i once could
reroute
only when allowed by a sizable
payout
even if along the way
it cracks
the heart
i once had
and the heart
i once had
sworn
on my life
to pass
for
before
i
let it
pass.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
In reality lurks creatures that hunt in the night & day
They call them serial killers who stalk for prey,
A chilling breed with thoughts consumed by a sinister desire,
Leaving a trail of death, only when caught do they retire.
The Mission-Orientated Serial Killer
The Organized Serial Killer, methodical & precise,
Planning every detail, checking everything twice,
They leave no trace, no evidence is left behind,
A mind where discipline & lunacy combine.
Certain ethnicity, religion or even ****** orientation,
Even people who work in the *** industry they feel deserve damnation,
They are ridding the world of its ‘filth’ & that they deserve to die,
Believing without them the world would purify.
The Visionary Serial Killer
The Visionary Serial Killer, chaotic & wild,
Driven by impulse, their actions beguiled,
Their crimes are messy, a frenzy of violence,
Leaving a scene of horror, a twisted defiance.
Some suffering from psychosis that causes them to lose touch with reality,
Their crimes will seem “random” due to their psychotic insanity,
Striking fear from the madness of their murders they create,
If they actually understand right from wrong is always the debate.
The Hedonistic Serial killer
Hedonistic serial killers can be broken down into three subcategories, lust, thrill & comfort,
Not caring for their victims nor their families they hurt,
A Lust killer who rapes, mutilates & kills for their own ****** gratification,
Thrill Killers hunting their victim or seeing their terror may give them elation.
A Comfort killer is someone who kills for money or for material gain,
To receive an insurance payout or an inheritance without a care for others in pain,
Their impulse, they are driven by lust, thrill and/or comfort they find,
To satisfy the hunger inside, is the only thing on their mind.
The Power/Control Serial Killer
A power and/or control serial killer, seeks dominance to inflict,
A thirst for power & whatever their twisted minds depict,
Taking away their victims’ lives, inflicting their force,
Exerting pain & power over their victims without remorse.
Driven by pleasure, a sinister domain,
To install fear in their victims is their campaign,
Leaving a trail of victims & having people fear the night,
They seek gratification; to play mind games they find a delight.
Each type of serial killer, they have a haunting presence,
A reminder of the deep darkness, a sinister essence,
Their actions leave scars, on the families & souls they take,
A chilling reminder of the lives they forsake.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
Hiring For Investment Banking roles
Is like wading through a swamp
At first, it may appear as easy
As winning the French Open is, for Rafael Nadal
Since there is a decent pool of candidates
Waiting to be tapped into
However, as the old cliche goes
Appearances are deceptive
There are numerous pits
In the form of various factors
That influence the interest levels
Of each and every candidate
Such as, the job location
The salary
The bonus payout
The appraisal cycle
The scope of the role
The reporting manager
The brand
And most importantly, the work culture
It requires a truckload of skills
As well as a fat lot of luck
To maneuver your way through the swamp
And successfully avoid these pits
Which lurk in the shadows
Waiting to catch you unawares
One slip-up, and you may lose a candidate
Every time that happens
You'll find yourself sinking into the mud
Slowly, but surely
The harder you try to escape
The deeper you end up sinking
By the time you find that "perfect candidate"
Your face is all that will remain above the surface
And the only thing that can save you
Is the client uttering the magic words
"This position is now on hold"
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 12:38 PM UTC
A lot of people died for no reason
today, Friday the 13th...
I don't know how to rationalize
these kinds of crimes
against being human and respecting life
because no amount of strife
no payout
no political scandal
no extreme statement
should make the heart vacant
unable to handle
any fuel but the fire of hate
for all who "do not relate"
but the longer you seethe it
the more you breathe it
and sooner or later you'll be it
hate hates you
just as much as you hate them
doesn't care that it's leading you to your end
the demise of your abysmal skies
and tonight the world cries
but it's sickening
how we're unsurprised
unphased by the quicksand thickening
a noose
slowly squeezing our humanity out
we're in a drought
we need a revolution
and love is the solution
and people have been screaming that
since the beginning of time
and now it's imperative we listen
because nights like this just aren't fun
they're heavy for everyone
because we are one
and tonight, once again
we've only brought each other pain
*why the **** did we ever invent the gun?*
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Life is hard,
That’s the way it’s meant to be.
We try so hard,
This is easy to see.
They say hard work pays off in the end,
On this I disagree.
How can death be the payout,
That doesn’t seem good to me.
We fight,
We struggle,
This is what makes our life.
If it was easy we’d have no reason,
No reason to fight,
And push for something better.
The final destination is irrelevant,
It’s the journey that makes us.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Falling or elating
For someone else
All the time you'll spend waiting
For a reply bad for self
I want a deep conversation
And to know they're there
What is liberation?
If you can't know there's care?
They can say that they want you
As all others do
But the feeling will haunt you
Pain you'll drag yourself through
Its a lonely life
To be so deep in love
No more than strife
For the person thinking of
Yeah you can buy them flowers
Or maybe buy a ring
But if they have walls as tall as towers
It doesn't mean a thing
You'll pace and wander
In a restless state
While growing fonder
Still you have to wait
All you'll ever want
Is just to talk to them
The time they take will taunt
Like digging up a gem
Just to get a payout
Of some emotional worth
How much longer can you stay out?
Before you decide to leave this earth
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
You look at the television, a new series is starting
Wife's making the tea, kettle boils, just waiting in the kitchen
3 minutes in, a face appears, it takes a minute to click
Honey, who's this guy, I've seen him before but it just wont tick
Hot drink in each hand, she steps in, looks, pauses and takes a think
Oh, he was in whats it called, that show with the family on the brink
He tried to ****** the mother to get the payout to feed the kids
No, different guy, he's in Corrie now emptying the bins
Keep watching, it'll come, this confusion that matters to nothing
But it's bugging, so frustrating, his face was definitely in something
What's his name, well I don't know, we'll have to wait until the end
Click on the info button, it'll show up there, I might even have to phone a friend
OK, nobody has mentioned him for a while, what was his name?
Been around the block a bit but not known for his fame
Appeared in The Bill, Birds of a Feather and Celebrity Generation Game
But a face you forget, an accent non describable and tomorrow you'd still forget it again
An every man, he fits in the plan, can take any role and just blend into the background
A speaking part, a bit-part actor, was even in some major films but never talk of the town
And then you look down in Tesco's, his name at last you see on a DVD in the bargain bin, great, its him!
But what was he in?!
JJB
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC