Glamour Girl

She’s showing off her tits again and making lots of money.
I’m not knocking her knockers I just think it’s funny.
Loaded, Maxim, The Sun, Nut’s, and FHM’s lovely Honeys.
Air brushed to the max there are plenty of plastic bunnies.
They can make more than most, taking off their clothes;
Become celebrities as long as they’re happy to be called “………..”
Hypocrisy feeds the machine, as people look up their nose,
But if they work hard enough, the fickle forget they used to pose.

By Poetic Scoundrel

All The Same

I’ve been around the world, seen and met a lot of people,
But what is very apparent is that our minds are all quite equal.
Some are smart and some are dumb;
and some can be a lot of fun.
Others might be a pain,
And others can be as dull as rain.
Even when the differences remain,
When you switch the light off we’re all the same.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Property Problems

The price is going up,
I’d say you’re out of luck.
You can’t afford a pot to piss in, no matter how much you keep wishing.
The price is going up.

On no it’s going down,
Again you’re out of luck.
That pot you bought to piss in has got you kind of stuck.
The price is going down and no longer going up.

Property Crash
Who kept on buying, the market was going to crash.
I hope you put away some cash to ensure you don’t lose your stash.
Will you have to dash to pull out cash or will it all turn around in a flash.
Will you be standing high and dry or handing over keys and starting to cry.
Or is it a lie, will the market defy, will it stay high, or start to die?
Who knows not I, whether to sell or to buy.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Queuing

Queuing
Why are there so many queues?
Tickets, shops, banks, clubs, and plenty of queues for loos.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, in a lengthy line,
With nothing to do for half an hour except stare at the ‘Queue here’ sign.
Rows of empty counters and one person serving all,
Or get inside the empty club and it’s actually really small.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Rat Race

Rat Race
Come on join the rat race, it’ll be lots of fun,
We’ll squash you on a train then pop you out when you’re done.
You’ll get paid some money to make loads more for someone else,
And if you’re lucky you’ll enjoy it and find a way to build your wealth.
Working nine to five to make means meet the end,
While your bosses and your colleagues, drive you round the bend.
The fun of the rat race, come and join us now,
It’s never been so simple, come here let me show you how.

By Poetic Scoundrel

The Bitch

Evil witch, the evil witch,
The evil little bitch.
She’s looking for a man who is very, very rich,
Although if she finds one richer I’m sure that she will switch

By Poetic Scoundrel

A$$holes

A$$holes (or Arseholes)
There are too many assholes to name.
There are so many assholes to blame.
Many an asshole with fame,
And plenty of assholes with game.
One asshole too many it’s a shame.
Can’t beat‘em?…make joining them your aim?

By Poetic Scoundrel

Stock Market Poems

Older Stocks & Shares Poems:

The bull and the bear were fighting about whether to go up or down;
The bull sometimes beat the bear, but sometimes the bull would start to drown.
Some invested specifically, and some spread it around;
Some made some money, but some could not be found.

Stocks go down and shares go up,
And all I want is a bit of luck.
To catch them on the right way round,
And sell them before the price goes down.

By Poetic Scoundrel