Pennyless
No silver and no gold; My cloths, the burglars stole.
They also stole my fun.
They left stocks and bonds.
Bankers and brokers skipped town. So they are worthless now.
I got flooded in Houston; I nearly froze in Boston.
I'm feeling lost and torn. All I have is bitcoins.
12272017 PS Contest
10 Line, 5 Word Rhyme;
Fiction
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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