Costume (an acrostic poem)

Clothing makes the man they say

Or in his case, they allowed him to blend in

So that the prey around him didn’t recognize predator in their midst

Though they would be nervous as if they could see through his disguise

Undercover he enjoyed taking his time

Meticulously picking his next victim

Enjoying the chaos he left in his wake

 

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Clueless (an acrostic poem)

Clark studied the scene in front of him

Little things seemed out of place, but there was no smoking gun

Undeterred, he knew he would crack the case

Eventually, something would click

Leaving the perpetrator unmasked

Every murderer made a mistake, like leaving the murder weapon

Soon as Clark found it he would be one step closer

Sarah sighed when she had to point out the knife in the corpse’s back

 

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Gadgets (an acrostic poem)

Getting ahead these days screams for electronics

Andrew felt like he was a cyborg because of it

Doing common things without using his phone, watch, tablet

Gave him the creeps.  It was like being in the middle-ages

Electrons flowed through his veins, he was sure of it

Then the worst case happened, he was on a trip and forgot his chargers

So when his friends found Andrew in a comatose state, they mourned his passing

 

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