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Hunger bites

Hunger bites
My empty-bellied wallet stares at me
My eyes hello back with deeper hollowness

Phones are dead
My uncle says,
Not today

I pick my journal
235 dollars in receivables
But no one has a dime

A friend says
You’ll get through it
Faith without action?

Find me in the morgue!

What’s in the kitchen cabinet?
Floor, sugar, ketchup, and salt
Can’t I make tea?
No, no tea leaves!

But hunger still bites
I call someone
She says I’m a spendthrift!

So I boil water
And take a warm bath
I’m clean in my hunger

We Bartered Character with Money

In society today money rules

It speaks, it does

The lesser you have the lesser being you are

The more you have the closer you are to the king

 II

We are rummaging in darkness for vanity

Character lost like fart in air, where’s humanity?

YOLO is the mantra, get rich, have lap dances, and get a Lamborghini

Chop heads, drug some, sell your body, snatch wallets or sell your virginity

It doesn’t matter what you do, money is the gauge for vitality

III

It’s either you are rich or not

Societal rules no longer existent

Prostitution has become a taxable profession

Robbery a rite of passage to be bragged about

And corruption a chariot to paradise

Religion mocked as a fear factor and the creator a myth

Of what benefit is it to hold to a faith without wealth?

When that is all you need to buy good health?

III

But can’t we be a little considerate?

Why must we cripple others and blame it on fate?

Why must we kill what we can’t create?

Our moral standards have flatten on gauge

And for inheritance our children‘ve got aggression and not wisdom of age

IV

So we’ve bartered our souls for money

And made it a deity to be worshiped by the society

The world owns us in trinity

Our minds dominated by thoughts of vanity

Our bodies are sacrifices to gods; ‘shapers’ of destiny

And our spiritual beings no longer thirst for divinity

 V

But there comes a day we shall have to pay

For KARMA can never be fooled

The Wispers of a Penny

 

THe whisper of a pennyEarly in the morning, late in the night

A penny is whispering, listen and get it right

The racing Cars,the roaring planes all are voices of money

Child if haven’t known, Money is sweeter than honey

 

Money rules the planet

But just keep a few in your wallet

that you may not spend beyond your budget

Strive to save with every shared nugget

 

The Whisper of a penny is in the air, can you hear it

Telling you to save just one out of money you’re given to eat

Just save one and watch it grow in bits

Then buy a piggy bank from all you’ve saved in tins

 

The whisper of penny is in the air, can you hear it

Telling you to stop buying sweets

And reminding you that saving doesn’t make you miserable

But instead makes expensive things affordable

 

Save not only for your skating lessons

But to achieve you wildest Visions

Like owning a Bentley car

And living your life like a star

 

Save          Save                 Save

For with savings…………….

You can buy a car

You can own a mansion

you can buy a yacht

And people will look at you and wonder….

How you built all that from scratch.

 

 

 

Love and Fortune Spammers

Hello Dear,

I’m Vivian By name, I saw your profile here on facebook.com and it

caught my attention for a faithful friendship that based on trust.

I will be waiting for your response so that i will tell you more about me and send you my picture for you to know whom i am.

 

I have taken quite long before checking into my spam folder, wow its got filled. there are very many messages on my spam folder but all of them are either about money or relationships and I am here asking myself why are some people always trying to induce us to fall their prey by using the very things that we value so much?

You may not like it but I feel these spammers are not very good people, how can they reduce my human quality to bucks and women? Am I some rat being summoned to its death spot by just a piece of meat? The realization of how these people have belittled me sets my stomach blazing and the reply I give to all the love seekers is:

You Bitch my Spam folder isn’t for sperm gluttons

Leave your couch, stroll towards the beach, find a mate

 

And here is another fortune:

How would you like to make REAL m0ney online?

 

I mean, making m0ney 24/7 even when you’re

 

not online but goofing off somewhere:

 

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Ok, the website is a little “hype” but

 

this is the real deal…

 

Look, I’ve tried tons of stuff over the years,

 

the good and bad.

 

And this system WORKS.

 

I know because I’m using it everyday.

 

So are thousands of others.

 

Go to the member’s area and look at STEP 2!

 

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Hope this helps.

 

I have no words left. Please tell him something he needs to hear

 

 

Am I really Doing Better?

It may sound rather stupid asking yourself such a question but as those who lived in this godforsaken planet said- don’t judge a man until you have walked for a whole month in his moccasins, please do not rush with your how-the-hell-does-it-concern-me attitude.

WIN_20140915_160035I am but a humble young man who is trying to make a honest living. I have people who I should be dependent on or atleast they think I should be dependent on them but I chose to toil, sink my fingers into the swampy world of writing to make something of my own. To be honest If nothing is going to change about my current working situation then I am sure I will never be rich or to be optimistic I guess I shall stop writing and seek formal employment. lot said already, my job situation is not the problem am facing now or atleast I have got used to it. My biggest problem is the belief that people have that I am living well, the moment a person hears that I am a writer and I earn online his whole perception of me changes. In his mind I become more than a friend, something sort of a donor, an ATM that they can rush to whenever they need cash! its quite absurd.

I have friends who do not believe I can lack money , they think I am a miser; I just save but I don’t spend. they think I live in the slums just because I like to portray myself as a hustler but the truth is I am just that – a broke fellow who lives from hands to mouth with hopes that soon things may go better and I will be able to pick my shattered dreams off the paths tread by losers.

I am not trying to say that no friend should call on me for help, I just want you to know that I am not doing any better, I am just like you! so when I tell you I don’t have enough to spare please believe me!

Am I doing better