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Robbers, Bankers, Bandits, Kings
(a valentine of sorts)
Robbers lives are filled with naught
living on what others bought
sneaking in your house at night
and taking everything in sight.
Bankers make their wealth in loans
of which you pay them back with moans
they keep their money stale and dry
and late at night they often cry
Bandits from the bankers steal
the bullets in their guns are real
but bandits usually leave a trail
and most of them wind up in jail
Kings have power over all
they keep their strength with Geritol
taxing rich and poor alike
and having gala balls at night
Robbers, bankers, bandits, kings
all these men hold earthly things
but I possess much more than this
each evening when your lips I kiss
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Billy, not only are you a lovely person, you are a beautifully poetic soul. Lovely valentine poem.
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I can hear you reciting this out loud, Billy. One of my favorites!
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But for the banker
There would be no oil tanker
We would have no energy
And no lights for you and meYou piss and moan and blame the wealthy
Those who keep the economy healthy
Without their funds to freely invest
You think you’d have more, but really lessSo you urge the gubmint to loot their holdings
And in exchange you offer juvenile scoldings
So to those who want the gubmit to plunder your financial relief
Look in the mirror — it’s you who are the thief! -
laughing hard, off my chair I fall
your love poem mentions Geritol
a moment later I glimpse your heart
the tender end after clever start
your wit and soul, like hand in glove
are perfect mates in your ode to loveYour poem is wonderful, is there no end to your talents Mr Howard?
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Billy, on Valentine’s Day do two things: hold your valentine real tight, and ignore the character “Brenden.”
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