A Poem - The Dash for Cash
The rat race is over
All the rats are dead
Now it's the dash for cash
Sin to win
Executive bonus
On my lap
Like my coffee
Drink it all down
Thinking falling
To the ground
Sedated heights
Selected flights
Dash for cash
Sin to win
Everybodies a bonus
To their master's onus
Brown shirts & brown nose
Animals cutting garden hose
Fix to the exhaust
Exhausted of life
Turn on the engine
Watch the fumes rise
It's the dash for cash
You gotta sin to win
Kill a man dead
Cut off his head
Call him homeless
Call him jobless
Tell hem he's feckless
As you're making profit
From his ass
The dash for cash
@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Lover
Incredible how you are able to compose poetry of such controversial topics.
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Nice Poem My friend @riskdebonair
The Dash for Cash!
Great words @RiskDebonair
Amazing My Friend
Your Poetry Is so Awesome.
that's interesting dash of cash that's simply beautifully written