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Meet And Greet

Contributed by jamesstockdale on Tuesday, 1st September 2020 @ 07:48:51 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

My mom and dad met at a meet and greet
Boy I bet that was a treat
We were so poor we lived on the second floor
In a house with no doors
When I was young dad was a bucket of fun
He bought me a bike with no seat
As I gazed in disbelief
He said ain`t that neat
Soon after came another disaster
Mom left home to be a star of stage and screen
She had a reputation for being mighty unclean
Daddy said she was no whore
Cause she didn`t get paid no more
Daddy was a mess, so depressed
He ran around in a thong and played ping pong
Until it was time to toke on his bong
He was so wasted, I knew all along
The cops came and dusted him with mace
He later left without a trace
As time went by I was given the place
After I met my dream girl at a meet and greet
We finally got some doors but now have no floors
Ain`t it funny what you can do with money

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Re: Meet And Greet (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd September 2020 @ 05:12:26 AM AEST
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//"Ain`t it funny what you can do with money"

Getting rid of the floors? o_O


Thank you TimmyJimmy.


Re: Meet And Greet (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Thursday, 3rd September 2020 @ 04:26:18 AM AEST
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I liked it made me think of my home town and my family.
Wish my brothers would learn to spends their money more wisely. Always nice to see writing to make the brain whirl to life
Great poem
Hope to read more soon

Re: Meet And Greet (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th September 2020 @ 02:27:32 AM AEST
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locked in a house
the only way out
through the window
that was broke,
I wish I was so lucky...
we were so darn poor
we did not even know it.
Hey mom, what/'/s for dinner?
flapjacks made with dehydrated
milk powder, cause I guess
we could not pay the milk man.
of course, I am kidding,
lots of kids and a single
mom who was a nurse.
We had each other,
and we lived in a town
where there was almost
no violence.
We even had decent schools,
and a library.
back then, if you tried
to get into college, you could,
and it was not that expensive,
you could work while you went
and not be left with a large
bill once you graduated.
Or, you could get a job in the factory.
You could actually someday become
somewhat middle class, even without
a college diploma.
I wanted to be a plumber,
to be a plumber and fix
the pipes, and raise a family
of my own someday my
friend used to say.
He ended up becoming a geologist.
Moved to Texas,
oh well...

i remember sitting alone
in the house trying to read
my oldest sisters college books
when I was ten.
I could not make a dime
of sense out of them.
They must have been
poorly written, I say that to myself
even now.
poverty and inequality is
damn wrong!
I think that is a good place
to start thinking about,
what in the world is so

Re: Meet And Greet (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Thursday, 17th September 2020 @ 03:40:15 PM AEST
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I have read this a few times...been chewing over that second last line:

//We finally got some doors but now have no floors// ....

It could be nothing more than a simple rhyme to keep flow, but I feel itís more symbolic.

//Ainít it funny what you can do with money//.

So after reading this several times it reads like, sure, money can solve a lot of things.. //we finally got some doors//... but now have no floors. Money afforded you a house and nice things, but it is useless if you are trying to build without a solid foundation- //but now we have no floors//. It got you the girl, the house, the gadgets, but what good is it if it canít weather the storm?

Iím glad I took my time with this poem. It is a multi-layered read with plenty below the surface.
Very cool. Good job.


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