I s the cold and crazy complexity of the
P lace that sometimes even
I tself is a chance throw of the dice
F or stakes of bare survival.
Y ou cast-iron winners OK with that?
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Here is my latest acrostic, in response to the Daily Prompt Angry
I was angry with myself for not being able to come up with this yesterday but I slept on it and – lo and behold! – the first line was there in my sleepy head this morning. And I thought of a twist on the old saying: always let the sun go down on your anger. This gave me the idea of ending the poem with another twisted moral.
After the lies, the promises: No more of those bad old days when the rich Grew fat and the poor wore out! But now Reality's cold dawning brings bad news: You once were shy and now have been twice bitten.