"voucher" poems
The result of privatization
Is a loss too great to bear
Government bowing to Industries
Leading us towards despair
Industries teach our children
Whatever whim they choose
While government stands in shackles
It'll happen while we snooze
Gamble with Social Security
Until there is nothing left
The brokers will have the money
While leaving us all bereft
Take elderly off of Medicare
Give them a voucher instead
When the market costs too much
Who'll pay for their hospital bed?
When people remove a government
What will come in its place?
The wealthy, the prideful, the arrogant
Will take charge of the human race
Didn't we fight for our freedom
To break from the monarchy?
Privatization rules through business
For the elite to rule with greed
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Lucky me
I got a voucher
In my pocket
to cash in anytime
I need
$50,000
more than my kidney
Lucky me
I get to choose
Surgery
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
It is the supply
Receipt of the followings
Ecological security,
Social and emotional security, and
Economic security!
These supply are conditional
With the followings
Passion for naturalism and nature stewardship,
Care for humanism,
Ready to co-exist with diversity,
And minimalism!
Total Cost for supply is
World with stable equilibrium linking to steady state
With additional taxes for negative externalities
And subsidy for positive externalities!
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Like stars spilling from whiskey dewdrop lips
Words streak across a midnight sky of longing
What proverbs may come from these whiskey lips For every lightless night spent apart For every unspent voucher to destinations we will never travel to
Find something beautiful
And don't let go
All things of beauty
Must pass away
Maybe one beautiful thing can stay
Hold tight the breathless moments spent dreaming in aurora skies
For every darkness carries the remembrance of the sun
How it left warm kisses upon fluttering eyelids
In this way we too will find heaven
That undiscovered heaven whose patterns we have run through
and dimly remembered sun
the hopeless light that sits quietly
In the souls of the storm-born
That far
that distant
That's where the hurt is
That is the proof of love
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
So I went to get new glasses
Cos my eyes have felt real bad
I went there feeling cr*p
I left there feeling sad
I squinted and I squirmed
In that black opticians chair
"I'm afraid your vouchers expired sir"
**** off that isn't fair!"
Well that's what I wanted to say
But I bit me lip and sighed
When she told me what I owed
I almost frickin died
"How much?! I blurted back
Wide eyed and unamused
I was fed up and so I nodded
**** me should have refused!
I hope these glasses see covid
It should for that friggin' sum
Stick your lenses and your voucher
Right up your b**
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
Alive I was all that night
Hearing that creature,
Out of the reach of my sight
Deeply a misleading feature
A voice and a bright light,
A hollowness then a rupture.
I had to listen and cite
And try to imagine her picture,
Like a deaf in a rite
Trying to build up a structure,
From a lip’s mite,
From an arms gesture.
I had to wait and fight
Till the nearest future,
Like an errant knight
The bad temperature
Of an evil sprite
To save myself, Oh torture!
I had to stick to smite,
By my divine culture,
And to believe in God’s might
My sole voucher
Till the break of daylight,
I won back my precious nature.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC
The wind tickles my moustache
cigarette tips its ash
must remember to get that waxed
or relationship could be axed
My hair is looking grey
better buy that dye today
my nails look discoloured
but couldn’t be bothered
Still got the voucher for the gym
I’ll put that in a card for him
Son’s birthday coming up, 25
open lines of communication, strive
Today’s feeling is melancholy
haven’t got the energy to be jolly
ah, here’s the bus
paste on smile, face life thus
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
There really isn't anything new
On this year's Christmas Giver Menu.
First we have the 'Accidental Insulter '
Who needs to hire, a clever gift consultor.
While handing you a gymnasium voucher,
Turning your emotions from 'sweet' to 'sour'!
Insults dressed up as compliments are nothing new,
But still, Cuz, it's a bit hard to chew!
Next in line is the 'Relentless Re-gifter'
With telltale signs on my "new" game of Twister,
Footprint stains and greasy hand marks,
My goodness, my fury is starting to spark!
"Do you love it? " She asks. "I knew you would! "
She was feeling heroic like Robin Hood,
Passing me that tired looking parcel,
I wanted to fling that **** gift right back to the castle!
I thought to myself, "Hey there Squire!
Your ****** gifts just aren't my desire!! "
Will I fret about this gift? Not one bit,
I'll just re-wrap it, re-gift it and,
Give it back to them next year!
The message, I bet, will be loud and clear.
"The Cheapskate"! Oh, what can I say here?
It's the same lame excuse year after year!
Buying gifts, eluded his 'plan',
He was far too busy, getting his tan.
Gifts to him just didn't matter,
As long as there was a lobster on a platter!
"The Handmade Lover" has a
Life affirming talent making,
But that 'Floral cushion cover collection,
I fear, by now, is OVERTAKING!!!
The "Gift Certificate Easy Roller",
Forgot you were plus five and a stroller,
Smiles smugly, as they hand it over,
I'd need more luck, than a four leaf clover,
Taking them all in to get my nails done,
Doesn't feel like a barrel of fun.
So, in future to avoid this mad, crazy dash,
I'd love to receive some COLD HARD CASH!!
Now, nothing makes me feel more nauseated,
Than "High Perceived Value packaging". "It's totally overrated! "
But I take courage in the "One Who Knows Me Best"
Their presents always outshine the rest!
"Merry Christmas to one and all! "
I hope that Santa heard your call,
"H-E-L-P!!! "
1 Nov 2018
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
Everybody called her
her baby's momma
She could never see so straight
always crooked
winding up in the slammer
apologizing all over the place
She's got a handle on it this time
moved into a clean and sober house
going to those meetings five days a week
But her eyes they burned,
You know
Her eyes they burned
Made a mistake
Went to see her ex old man
Got strung out again on that ******
Thrown out of the house
for nodding out,
coffee cup in hand,
never spilled a drop
She's back out on the street
Looking for the woman's emergency night shelter
Texting with her daughter
trying to repair their relationship
saying
"It'll be okay this time"
She's got her brand new teeth,
a two day voucher to The Days Inn
It'll be okay.
Always the nut house
if the night gets too cold
At least until the Psychiatrist figures it out
And throws her back out into the night
It's tough being human
You know
You know
Her baby's momma
She's in despair
Looking for help everywhere
Detox filled
Got a blow job for anybody
somebody named Joe
Sometimes that's all she knows
Gather's herself against the cold
Swears that tomorrow
she'll get it together
she promises you
You know
Doing everything except what you're supposed to
Deal with it tomorrow
Everybody called her
Her baby's momma
When she sees you
She's in sorrow.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
Life is not quite life until
Your walking in the Kings will
Have you noticed his sovereignty
Sun rises and falls
But full moons are seldom
Imagine the sun gleaming like the reflection of a coin adjacent to a diamond
Corey in wonderland yeah I'm rapping spitting rapid fire while chasing a rabbit
Im good in the dark like a solar flare bright
Watching out for goblins like the copper Bulgar the penny filcher..
Imaging the days when I was a kid raised on a section 8 voucher..
Throwing pennies in the well wishing for heaven
Like rubbing a lamp but real life is not aladdin
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
"His love was like
falling asleep on an unmade bed,
Like we won't care
by the end of an exhausting day".
"His love was like
those white-lies that never hurt,
the faint rainbow that can't be
photographed,
the soft giggle of an asylum
patient,
that expired gift voucher
in your high school slam book".
55 years into it;
She just smiles and says,
"If that's not love,
I don't know what is".
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
you buff the sky
and its chunky clouds
just to make it into galactic vows
for a split second you replace every bit
of cushioned decor into a exuberant screen:
all the meteor showers
kaleidoscope sunsets
solar systems
galaxies
wiped
to project
a quasar cast
a best-thing-ever blast
a point-of-no-return voucher and
all that glitters is not gold it's your smile
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
The traditional pattern
of a set to for Nomark is this:
against the backdrop of the giant grift
perpetrated by the grand smug *****
he firmly grasps the wrong end of the stick
which, to be fair, is waved at him enough
A poster child for impotent rage
he’ll berate the checkout staff
about a voucher that’s either expired
or, mired in labyrinthine small print,
doesn’t amount to a free diddly squat
Without the words, the means,
the agency to upbraid the bosses
he huffs home on an overcrowded bus
where not a single other ****** wears a mask
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 9:47 AM UTC
I played a game called on a emulator
Metroid is the name and theme
I wonder about the theme
I decided to think of an idea wondering of the mind thinks seeking for answers
The subconscious mind is extremely powerful imagine having a system like it something to answer.
I recognize it's a app that needs to be designed.
The humming bird the new time
I invested my time and my heart into him
Like a catalog with a voucher
I never got him born to begin with
She's like an empress to start with
Her developments and her phases
It's very hard to handle situation in places.
I believe she has a son to that was born
His master design him and made him
Form
His master have similar interests as us of design.
I haven't found the resources to figure out how to make this reality mine
To make her alive that the future that was blind.
Like a little transistor showing the computer age.
The empire of the 1331 technological age.
Fostering this idea;this child, I'm hoping to make this small business mine.
I cannot trade or allow anyone to take my future that I've built that is mine.
Hoping to care and develop this.
innovative thought.
I'm communicating with bigger ones at the top.
Showing my idea of the stone age.
Imagine if you where born in this age.
I'm not giving up with my fostering idea to Begin with.
It's so much work to even start with
The world needs new people to begin with.
New jobs development and ideas to start and to work with.
The whimsical energy of the future to begin with
Having the influence to start and begin with.
The blessings above to begin with.
Micropayments to start with.
Graduating with our development to start with.
The lovers that appreciates us to begin with.
More power to develop and things to craft with.
Multidimensional system to work with.
Levels of complexity to start with.
The chatbot to begin with.
Let's get this magic started and the empire to think.
My power essence the orchestrated things in sync!!
Maybe I cannot code or do what I want, maybe I start from the bottom in blue collar standing firm.
Running network cables into data centers looking at the bloom.
The wonderful art of Buddhist in sync
With new multi-dimensional ideas and to think.
This is how we sync.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
I collect my words,
leaving them in my wallet
for when their meant to be spent..
And like vouchers I spend my words
at the right time..
here's a voucher with a **** you for
the times you never stood by me..
And here is a coupon
for a rock when you needed me
and you can sink silently...
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
*Smile bears no cost
Give it freely
Let it be a gift voucher
For the needy*
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
Isn't it nice to know all?
Can you just imagine!
Start telling a story
With a crowd of friends
**** good memories too
And that one ends it for you
Yet was never even there
Then I toss out a farse
Just for ***** and giggles
And claim there beside you
Altough you went solo
In that farse which wasn't
And that one won't hesitate
Once I try forming a sentence
Will certainly be halfway cut off
Will appear out of nowhere
While hanging with my hommies
With no ticket in stow
If I could afford to I'd buy
Yeah buy that one an attention
Voucher
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
I give him my heart, I say take it -
press the paper to his palm.
I fold his fingers shut around it -
pray this year he spends it well.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
It's the turn of a life
Burned and saved twice
Just incase by night
Their hearts seize to glow
It's the kiss of death
Stealing your last breath
Hopelessly sinking into your eyes
Dying by a fire named bright
It's the way love likes to leave
Crumbles like a dried out leaf
Humble when clearly not clean
A pain much greater then when you bleed
It's the voucher that's bound to expire
It's the clock stuck in the same hour
It's the the way she says please
The way she gets what she needs
It's the last drink in an empty bar
It's your eternal embarrassing scar
It's the match to my gasoline
It's the way this worlds killing me
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
The curves on her glass confine the pain
Disturbed and at last I forget her name
The sound of silence is a heart acting tame
If it helps you dear, I'll take all the blame
The ashes past it till it came home
A vow in rome to die alone
Cursed by the day we touched lips
Long forgot but never will I forget
The road of sorrow comes out as art
A man who chose to dissect his heart
A voucher for those who feel alone
In pain is beauty as solid as stone
A wandering mind, your smile can see
welded with time, we all bleed
Cursed the rewind, my lasting joke
I end this poem and light up a smoke
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
I think it is better to be heartbroken than to be the heartbreaker,
Heartbreakers are ****** I've had my voucher for to many of them and do they ****
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Waiting for the final ticket out,
I would write that ending word
And bid goodbye to all I’d said
both ignored—and often heard
I asked the conductor about the fare,
he said “How much can you pay”
As I held my pen, three letters
came together—so arranged
A moment lingered, a lifetime flashed,
the past and future caught
And with voucher punched I climbed aboard
stamped YES—salvation bought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
To peddle-spread hateful ideas
for those ignorant, well shaped ears,
I’ll give my soul and principles
I get paid
if I write about interest rates
or incite racial hatred,
means the same to me
the same commute,
the same sheets and pillow
the same hollow darkness
that saw me lost
I get one chance in fat font
to grab the weary and scared
so I’ve gotta make it count
Where’s the sweet spot
that I can tap with a
keyboard shaped geology hammer
and bust out the fossilised feelings?
My skill is to polish and shine
‘til their thoughts are mine
to sell with ill intentions
and a voucher for money off a burger
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC