Cha-ching!

Making money should not be anyone's priority.

Writer's Cramp prompt: Write a poem using one of the three forms of the tercet. Your subject is making money. There is no limit in stanza's for this poem.

~I chose the Sicilian tercet. This form has a rhyme scheme: a/b/a
The line in the middle is enclosed between the a-rhymed lines… This form also requires iambic pentameter.
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Cha-ching!

I gamble every day but cannot win.
There is no way I’ll ever get ahead.
Cha-ching! The coins are quickly falling in.

I labor every day but don’t know why.
There is no way I’ll ever get ahead.
Cha-ching! The days are quickly passing by.

I go to church and tithe my ten percent.
There is no way I’ll ever get ahead.
Cha-ching! Perhaps it’s better heaven spent.

I try to put my money into stocks.
There is no way I’ll ever get ahead.
Cha-ching! I guess I should have bought some rocks.

I think that making money's not the key.
The best of ways may not be get ahead.
Cha-ching! I should be happy being me.