Poor (an acrostic poem)

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Putting the food for today on her credit card

Or she would have, but it was denied like usual

Of course, that meant she was going to go hungry again

Really if it happened too much longer and she would get a meal at the emergency room

Collide (an acrostic poem)

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Coming violently together was their usual M.O.

Obliterating everyone and everything around them with such a release of energy

Love contains almost limitless potential energy waiting to be continuously released, but…

Lust was a poor substitute with so many limits

It would be expended so quickly in a blink of an eye

Deforming each of their spirits, leaving permanent dents therein

Eventually becoming as cold as the void that remained.

Jail (an acrostic poem)

Just killin’ time behind these here bars

After being such a naughty naughty boy

It makes my poor mother’s black heart break

Livin’ the incarceration dream

 

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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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Broke (an acrostic poem)

Being poor made things easy for Chris

Really there were no money decisions

Of course, it also meant at times he had to go hungry

Keeping him always a bit on edge

Even then, it made life simpler, and poor Chris was a simple man.

 

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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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