Pickpocket (an acrostic poem)

Passerby contribute to my well being

It warms the cockles of my sooty heart

Catching wild wallets, harvesting random rings

Keeping the richest, releasing the too poor

People might think I’m a thief

Only they couldn’t be farther from the truth

Culling the slow and the dull from their possessions

Karma dictates I do my part for the universe

Entrusting me to mete out cosmic balance

To add to my bank balance

 

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Blessed (an acrostic poem)

Being poor could be a burden at times, okay most of the time

Lenny tried to not let it bother him though

Even as he poked through the trash to find redeemable bottles

Sifting through the rubbish Lenny found a lottery ticket

Scratching it off, Lenny had won ten thousand dollars

Ever since that day Lenny mailed out two Hallmark cards with a crisp $20 in each

Doing random acts of kindness to show people that they matter

 

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