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~~ My Sordid Life ~~

Contributed by Jenni_K on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 05:12:18 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry






~~^~~

I move quickly from man to man,
Often going from hand to hand.
Some men hide me from their wives,
They say I tend to upset their lives.

They love taking me to fancy restaurants,
While in there I'm often in their pants.
Men take me to dances, you know,
One even played with me in a casino.

I was once taken on a Caribbean Cruise,
While there, I suffered some abuse.
I hated the way I was taken for granted,
Some very serious issues were being planted.

This man traded me for some drugs,
Then I was fought over by some thugs.
I must admit, it made me feel wanted,
Knowing that I have them all taunted

I seldom see the inside of a church,
No matter how far and wide I search.
In spite of all this, I enjoy it still,
I love being me...a hundred dollar bill!!

:>)




Copyright © Jenni_K ... [ 2014-07-03 17:12:18]
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Re: ~~ My Sordid Life ~~ (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 05:23:24 PM AEST
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lmao! ha! this is priceless!

hugs n' love nessa


Re: ~~ My Sordid Life ~~ (User Rating: 1 )
by Geneva1223 on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 05:30:20 PM AEST
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i enjoyed read it this is a funny story


Re: ~~ My Sordid Life ~~ (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 3rd July 2014 @ 10:33:05 PM AEST
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You wascally wabbit...lol


Re: ~~ My Sordid Life ~~ (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 4th July 2014 @ 01:28:03 AM AEST
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girl friend, I'm just to glad to see u posting any thing. Welcome home. You haven't written any thing yet that I don
't adore


Re: ~~ My Sordid Life ~~ (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th July 2014 @ 03:29:00 AM AEST
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hundred dollar bills
ain't they unique
to imagine
more than just one
rather than a large jar
of coins at the laundry mat
trying so hard to make up
the perfect line
but heck, says the wife
I know you're trying just to help
but please don't
I have no idea how much good clothes cost
she can tell
but I have no need

I thought you were suggesting something else other than money
where hundred dollar bills usually
don't wind up in the collection baskets

said the ambiguous priest in his tiny confessional tomb

Peace!


Re: ~~ My Sordid Life ~~ (User Rating: 1 )
by Pogivic on Friday, 13th March 2015 @ 11:52:51 AM AEST
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Love your Poem and the surprised ending. I was thinking pen or lighter but of course it had to be money. Excellent!




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