Wrecked (an acrostic poem)

Waves lapped along the shoreline

Reviving Jerod and giving him a shower he desperately needed

Everything must have gone so wrong

Collecting his thoughts he realized he couldn’t remember the night before

Kneeling, he looked around him, trying to jog something loose

Everything suddenly came back.  He couldn’t believe he was so stupid

Don’t drink a whole bottle of scotch you dumbass

 

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Complete (an acrostic poem)

Collecting my thoughts and seeing their condition

Obviously I would prefer a mint ten, but most of them are so-so fives

Maybe if I can get a set they would be worth more

Perhaps I should just throw away the commons

Lest you think I’m a snob, I do like the commons

Even if they aren’t worth much.  Actually none of them are

Thought collecting doesn’t seem too popular these days

Even if your thoughts are exhaustive, they will never be …