We all have to have it. Whether we have enough or not–unless we practice the barter system exclusively. Jacksons Browne’s lyrical description, “I’m going to be a happy idiot, struggle for the legal tender…”
What are some slang terms for money? Here are a few–not a comprehensive list by any means.
- Filthy lucre–Biblical reference, money, as being, “the root of all evil.”
- Dead Presidents
- Bucks, Sawbucks, Buckaroos, Buckarinos
- Green, Long Green
- Eagles–as in “the eagle flies on (payday) Friday night”
The future called
Excuse me? What?
Say that again
The future called
And you’re not in it!
That’s not funny
It wasn’t a joke
There’s nothing here
That’s because it’s the future
We’re still working on it
And you’re the smartest person on the planet?
Sometimes I envy the mentally challenged little old man that stood in line to pay his utility bill that winter day.
He had a secret–given away by the possum eating persimmons grin plastered across his bewhiskered face. If only someone would come closer.
Bundled up against the cold, he was, wearing a blue-gray cardigan sweater and a jaunty snap-brim cap.
Life was simple. He was at peace with the world and had a purpose.
The joy on his face couldn’t be measured when the secret was revealed.
“I’ve got twelve sweaters on–you want to see them?” He meant no harm to himself or anyone else–laughed fit to die.
If he was happy with who he was–I was happy. He made my day. There’d be other secrets in days to come.
Some like, what others don’t
Some go to exciting places
Others, would as soon, stay home
Some have a lot to say about themselves
Others wish, they’d shut up already
Some want to be noticed, others want to be left alone
Some have a lot of friends, others just a few
Some have everything they want, others can’t buy a break
Some have a lot to lose, others have nothing to gain
Some have many things to do, others are incredibly bored
Some want to remember, others want to forget
Some are impatient–want instant gratification
Others are patient–don’t mind waiting
Some like brown paper packages
Tied up with strings
Others say, why bother?
That’s too much trouble
Who needs fancy things?