Click (an acrostic poem)

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Counting up the points on my computer screen
Looking for the correct answers
It sometimes hurts to see their logic, it’s so broken
Can’t believe how creative they can be at other times
Killing me that I didn’t think of that first as I select their score and…

Massage (an acrostic poem)

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Manipulating the data to make it relax

And at the same time stimulate the viewer to see the answers contained within

So, it should come to no surprise that, at times, the data might be stretched too far

Snapping off the meaning from the numbers

And creating a new thesis from the ether

Giving a new discourse that never even had a whisper

Exist in the original census of the world

Solve (an acrostic poem)

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So many questions that need answers found

Only each of those answers spawn more crunchy questions

Leaving the circle of knowledge ever turning

Valuable as that cycle is, sometimes you just want to find an end

Especially when it come to taking an exam

Phone (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device

Here is a pocket supercomputer

Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye

No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore

Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway

Flood (an acrostic poem)

Floating through the information onslaught

Looking for the answers to her question

Online forums glided by containing flotsam and jetsam of broken ideas

Obliterating her original quest as she drifted along

Didn’t notice three hours had passed, but oh the tales to tell

 

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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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