In Search of Riches

He went in search of riches
In custom-tailored suits,
He grew close to the bottom-line
And refereed disputes

Until he was the one in charge,
His words consulted orbs,
His name appearing in the crawl,
On CNN, in Forbes --

And though he touches time and space
He still his old home visits
To feel again the dream he had
He'd one day have

No limits

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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