Graft (an acrostic poem)

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Giving money away like it was going out of style

Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen

And boy did they.  They were a walking talking party

From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight

Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.

Graft (an acrostic poem)

Giving his best had always been Amir’s motto, but others just wanted a hand out

Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out an extra twenty and handed it over

And just like magic, his truck would be the next one unloaded.

Funny how feeding greed made Amir sick to his stomach

Too bad he had to keep a two liter of Pepto-Bismol close at hand

Graft (an acrostic poem)

Granted, I didn’t think I would do that well

Really, I’m not usually this greedy

Actually I am downright altruistic

Fortunately it’s all water under the bridge

Too bad that bridge only cost me half what it cost you