Give us ya dough, your money, that is
Say some churches
And some never stop asking!
Even St Paul is fair about it
He says it's accepted of what person has
And it doesn't go by what they don't have
We can't give what we've not got
Unless the money grows on trees
Well, it does partly -
In having paper notes
Dunno about nowadays with the plastic-ey notes
But oh, if ya got plenty of dough
The (unspoken?) message of some places
(Not only some churches)
Is - 'Got cash? Come and join us; you'll soon be broke!'
'Give it to us; all contributions gratefully received'
Is the cliché phrase
All that will be in your purse / wallet
Is them moths escaping from it!
It all goes to me really
I siphon it off - do I? LOL
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Published: September 16th, 2025 02:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This is sort of humour, but I've called it reflection. It's tiresome, the money-grabbers in some places.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
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