Cash (an acrostic poem)


Couldn’t even think about using plastic.

And bartering would get him thrown out of the joint.

So he took out his wallet and began pulling out fives.

Hoping he had brought enough to make it rain.

Cash (an acrostic poem)


Couldn’t spend his money fast enough

All the things were needed, and they were needed yesterday

So when he went to check out, he was short the amount needed

He looked to his mom.  She sighed and pulled out her credit card. Happy birthday?

Rich (an acrostic poem)



Reaching for her wad of cold hard cash

It occurred to her that once upon a time this would have been impossible

Currency was a foreign concept back then, a language she barely knew

How she became so fluent, well that was a story for another time