Khara’s clever prompt today was to write something fit for a king. I decided on a sonnet.
Early to bed, early in rising
The tycoon likes to keep funds in hand
Invest it, make it work on command
Squeeze it hard and make the money sing.
Modern cliff dwelling, glass and steel cling
to the hillside; he hears his phone ring.
Ignoring a view fit for a king.
Meanwhile downtown, gripping his key-ring
after shuffling up thirteen floors
broken elevator, neighbor’s snores,
our hero lies on his box spring
blissed-out gazing at the nearby shores
Taking in a view fit for a king