Extra (an acrostic poem)

Even when I slipped him the twenty

Xavier didn’t let me in

That ticked me off.  I mean it was a twenty

Rachel patted my arm and whispered into Zavier’s ear

And he blushed and opened the velvet rope for us

 

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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