Confusion and general angst

Jeff!!! Jeff broke my heart

With his DEBIT card, I broke

His financial heart

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Went on a shopping spree that would make any rich girl blush

$280, 000 to the Salvation Army shelter down the street.

$280,000 to Clement Moore (hope he got it out there in the Ether)

$1000 to every Vocal creator, more to my Faves (you know who you are).

$100,000 to pay off my idiot brother's debt

1,1/2 Mill, to an offshore account in a fake name, routed through a fake whatever they route stolen stuff through. I know a guy.

50 grand to the guy.

Other misc stuff which I cannot name. Relatives and friends, the needy and the deserving benefitted.

I left Jeff 1 thousand dollars. Would feel bad to see him on the street homeless. He better figure out something quick. I am off on vacay somewhere far and anonymous.

Ah, money well spent.

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Using my own money (if i had it) to buy the poem: Well, broke me says 'heck no'. Rich me says, sure, I have money to spend to look upon the lovely words with a smile, my pride saying it was worth it. My conscience pricking me with shame, but I don't care. Everyone will know that I have arrived by owning such a distinguished treasure.

We are all hypocrites...and proud of it.

After writing the beginning of five (5) poems and stories for this challenge, and not finishing any. I finally came to the above conclusion.

WE ARE ALL HYPOCRITES.

We all want the treasures, the fame, the glory. We justify it with aiding the needy, salving our consciences and being philanthropic.

But, you know what, it is what makes us human. And we do love a bit of showing off, even if we try to hide it behind a facade of sweetness.

So, go be human. Give and receive.

And enjoy it to the max.

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The prompt.