For today’s FOWC, the word is “vitriol.” I was thinking about the idea of wealth and wrote this acrostic. There are also other prompts that I wanted to try to do today, but I’m not getting anything remotely post-worthy.
What can any man take with him, when he
Ends his tenure on Earth? His soul in its condition is
All — no clothes nor masks with which to hide;
Lies become as nothing. Any vitriolic bravado loses its
Teeth, becoming weak, for truth is strong.
Heed this warning before too long.