Poker (an acrostic poem)

Pushing it all in on a stone cold bluff

Or do they really have a better had

Knowing that my tournament life is at risk

Even though I have middle pair

Really all I could do was fold

 

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Nap (an acrostic poem)

Need sleep!  Why the hell did I stay up so late last night?

Answers were right in front of him.  Well six or so feet below him

Perhaps a short bit of closed eye meditation was deserved after all that work digging

 

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Twitter Away, Far Away

Craig left his house, feeling the itch to travel, but not knowing exactly where he wanted to go.  It was a beautiful day for a drive though, so he put the top down on his Ford Mustang.   Craig had tried to find someone to go with him, but they were all too busy.

“Well,” Craig thought, “I’m going to have an adventure of a lifetime.”  He took a selfie of himself in his car and posted it on all his social media.  “That should make them jealous,” he said.

Before turning the key, Craig decided to check one last time if someone had changed their mind.   He opened his Twitter and saw someone had sent him a direct message.

“The end of your world is coming.” – AliensRUs555.

Craig didn’t know anyone with that username, but for some reason it still put a smile on Craig’s face.  He hit reply.   “When exactly will the end be?”  No reply was immediately forthcoming, so Craig closed his phone and began to drive.

After about twenty minutes of driving along country roads he was in the middle of nowhere when his phone pinged.  He glanced over and saw it was another Twitter notification.  He barely looked back to the road in time to see a cow walking into his lane.

Craig swerved the car, narrowly missing the cow, but he ended up in a ditch.  He tried to drive the car back out, but it was stuck.  He picked up his phone and opened it up.  There was another Twitter direct message.

“How did you like the cow?” – AliensRUs555

“What the hell?” asked Craig to no one in particular, unless you counted the cow, but nobody, especially the cow, responded.  “How did you know about the cow?” he typed and hit reply.

A second later he got a reply.

“The real question is how did we know about the cow before it happened?” – AliensRUs555

Goosebumps arose on Craig’s arms.  He began to look around, but there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary.  “This is crazy,” he said.

Another ding emanated from his phone.  Craig fearfully lifted it up to read the next DM.

“Not crazy.  Enjoy the ride!” – AliensRUs555

A bright light shot down from above, blinding Craig.

 

Three days later the police found Craig’s empty car on the side of the road.  They checked his social media accounts and saw he was posting pictures from various spots around the world.  They closed the case and moved on.  No one actually saw Craig again.

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Swift (an acrostic poem)

Section A, row 4, seat 23

What should have been awesome seats for the concert

It ended up being totally blocked by this seven foot tall dude

Florence thought this would be the worst

Three weeks later the dude and her were happily married ever after

 

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Crass (an acrostic poem)

Cutting language rained down from the stands

Reaching Stephan’s ears, but he let it drip off his back

All that mattered was that he had just scored

Stupid fans.  They were so in the dark about his greatness.

So he showed them a full moon in appreciation

 

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