Five hundred days of bummers Brought to you by PowerCorp A portmanteau of proxy pith Nodded person orange There's crusty cruft in crucibles Silver dollar borne Next you smelt the double grind Hustle coiffeur scorn Labor lives a tip a minute As consumers manage Administration by hungry thirst Wilted gifts of cabbage Do I say Did be done Fated fruitful work One soul, plus tax
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Roman Ryan 
So interesting how the word fiat applies also to a sketchy car my dad had in the 1960s. Well, he had three — hence the name? Fun alliteration in this poem.
—Tad Phippen Wente
“A poem is a meteor.” — Wallace Stevens, poet
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Thank you! Was tempted to make Fiat automobile references in this one, but held back. I’m glad the extra meaning came through anyway : ).