That Almighty DollarA Poem by Pure HopeInspired by the cliche "Made of Money"
There's a tree out back growing big,
Downstairs I have a machine rigged: A special line to a Swiss bank- My intuition I must thank. Knew just when to play the stocks, With bear and bull I beat the clock. Bought real estate and rolled it fast Silver and gold have I amassed Now every day someone will call Times they helped me they recall. Hinting for "reward" I find funny The norm now that I'm made of money. © 2013 Pure Hope |
StatsAuthorPure HopeHeartbreak Lake, MNAboutStarted to write basic poetry in my teens, now with "real" poets I am honing my craft. My poems found here are already on my AllPoetry site. Same name, as here. My muse is love, be it love of nature t.. more..Writing
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