Funds (an acrostic poem)

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Finding money was always the problem.

Unless the problem was being too rich, but I haven’t experienced that particular permutation.

Now with more being broken every day, including myself, well a dollar breaks before it stretches.

Doesn’t matter if you pinch pennies when dollars are the lowest common denominator.

So all you need is love, until you want a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread, and then?

Grand (an acrostic poem)

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Grandiose gestures of graciousness

Rained down upon the little people

And that made her feel like a thousand bucks

Not that anyone was paying her much at the moment

Doesn’t matter if she should be rich not serving them as a stupid cocktail waitress.

Mast (an acrostic poem)

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Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money

And of those two, money was the more important

So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting

That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.

Soil (an acrostic poem)

Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth

Obviously this wasn’t that.  The war had across this dirt

It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands

Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…

 

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