Holland 1637, Or My Generation 2018 Poem by M.J. Lemon
Holland 1637, Or My Generation 2018
dreams sure do come true
i get pay for not working
tulip bulbs hide wealth
i invest cash in bitcoin
watch nothing become something
Virtue, or my generation 2018
when dreams do come true
i get paid for not working
sloth is a virtue
i invest cash in bitcoin
watch nothing become something
I LIKE, but don't necessarily 'follow' both versions. thanks. in my case, i too get paid for not working (by a government employees retirement fund into which i put money for years, and from which i'm now harvesting the crop) . but wealth and cash? most of my monthly check is 'eaten up' by bills for ice cream and pizza! ! tulips are 'nice'; i saw some in Holland a couple years ago, dragged there by 'someone'. bri ;)
Thanks, Bri. So you saw those tulips.? I suspect their presence all over Holland may be a legacy of that crash....
I Love It, M.J.! ! ! ! Very ingenious. Funny yet profound. Brings a whole new meaning to making money while sleeping. Not to mention, the power of the subconscious mind. Remember Napoleon Hill? ! By the way, I get paid for not working on the midnight shift. They're paying me to write poetry! Gotta Love It! ! ! !
Richard, thank you so very much. Got a laugh out of your mention of Napoleon Hill...O yes...He was a fad some decades ago. What was that book of his....Grow Money Just by Thinking about it? ? Something like that. Growth, fertilizer, and I'm right back to the tulips. Thanks again. And your job sounds like perfection....
Deep! A perfect wish for many to make money even when they sleep. A good sentiment is expressed. Well written, M.J.!
Hahahahahahaaha this is really something, where clouds exist higher than us who is breathing under it...sky was empty bust suddenly has a plentiful of massive clouds..just like watching bitcoin making nothing to something...you are cleverly put humor and fact here :)
Thank you so much, Soul. I do like that place where tragedy meets a certain kind of comedy.
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5/9/2024 9:31:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Man was never born to work until someone invented money. Now the smarter ones squeeze it out of those who break their backs working for it.Thanks Mj
That's a great observation. You make me think about all those claims that suggest money is supposed to bring happiness and leisure. In reality, the pursuit of money seems to wring out so much misery and dependency. Thanks so much, Loke.