Million (an acrostic poem)

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Making money used to be her main focus

If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time

Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making

Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope

It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved

Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party

Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting

Sample (an acrostic conversation)

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“So I want to try it before I buy”

“As if! That’s not how this works, Honey.”

“Maybe not usually, but I want to make sure I like it before my purchase.”

“Please! Look. What is there not to like? I promise it will be mind-blowing.”

“Let me just try it for a short little bit. You know they say the customer’s always right.”

“Everyone’s a comedian. Instead of the job you asked for, why don’t you blow off!”

Gamble (an acrostic poem)

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Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes

And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table

Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work

But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks

Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow

Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll

Cork (an acrostic conversation)

“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”

“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”

“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”

“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”

Coin (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t find the right currency to buy your love

Oh, I’ve tried to earn your interest

I just can’t make heads or tails of what you really want and

Now you’ve left me emotionally bankrupt

Market (an acrostic poem)

 

Meaning to go grab some milk and bread

Allowing himself just a quick peek at one more thing

Realizing that his cart was full when he came to his senses

Knowing he should just put it all back

Except most of it was on sale

That means less to buy tomorrow?

 

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Choice (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t decide which one to buy

He sat there and stared at his screen

Ordinarily, this would be an easy decision

It was made infinitely more complicated because nothing was in stock

Couldn’t get what everyone recommended

Eventually, he gave up and went to bed.

 

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Penny (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps it is beneath your attention

Every cent counts in the long run, though

Now you might not think too much of your copper buddy

Never picking him up when he’s on the ground

Yet imagine the number of thoughts you didn’t buy because of it

 

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Frank (an acrostic conversation)

For goodness sake, I thought you would be prettier.

Really?  That’s how you want to start our date?

Actually, yes.  I told you I was honest to a fault when we talked on the phone

Now that was truth in advertising.  Refreshing.  Still, you’re a jerk, and I’ll be leaving.

Knew that would happen.  At least I didn’t have to buy your dinner.

 

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Consequences (an acrostic poem)

Crisp hundred dollar bill was slipped inside the card

Okay, maybe that wasn’t enough.  A second one went in

Now that should buy some mercy or at least forgiveness

She couldn’t want that much more from him

Everything had gone according to plan

Quaint superstitions and taboos were maintained

Under his watchful eye

Everything had gone perfectly

Now he realized that perfect had been from his perspective

Couldn’t have anticipated she would have so much trouble with it

Everyone is a bit weird.  People were messy, and she was people

Still, two hundred should buy his way out, right?

 

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