Fools may scurry, as best friends worry.
What respite does a victim need,
When he advice no more will heed?
He pads the bill
To have his fill,
Yet wonders why he can’t succeed.
No getaway, no time to flee.
The sages say, “Just let him be.”
True values hold
Much more than gold.
And pearls purloined are mere debris.
Perchance it takes a pound of pluck
To rouse a rebel rogue, who’s stuck.
No shady deal
May horrors heal.
And easy money seals a schmuck.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “easy money”
One-Liner Wednesday: “best friends” – See subtitle.
Three Word Wednesday: “pluck,” “rebel,” and “shady”
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