Factory (an acrostic poem)

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Focused on manufacturing

And maximizing profits

Creating parts and pieces for consumption

Then spitting them out into the hopefully accepting world

Ordering the chaos of creation into ridged steps

Reaching for peek throughput and yields

Yet that damn Murphy was always on the visitor’s list

Sharp (an acrostic poem)

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Slicing through all the bull that was in his way

He cut to the heart of the matter with his acerbic wit

All the while looking damn good doing it

Reaching for a his negroni he took a satisfyingly bitter sip

Punctuating a perfect performance

That’ll Fix Anything (a 50 word story)

The phone was broken, but he was sick of buying new ones.  He grabbed his screwdriver and contemplated how to attack the problem.  It was probably beyond his ability, but he was damn good with a screwdriver.  After drinking three of them it wasn’t fixed, but he didn’t care anymore.

 

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Duck (an acrostic poem)

Despite feeling pretty fowl

Uncle Daffy was out hunting

Couldn’t find a single deer, just a damn rabbit

Killing the bunny might have been satisfying, but they weren’t in season

 

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Dark (an acrostic poem)

Damn!  Why are you so afraid?

All of a sudden the lights went out.

Really?  And you are a grown woman?

Killing you will be messier now, and I forgot my Swifter.

 

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Master of the Universe (a 100 word story)

John was the master of his universe.  He controlled his schedule.  He would sometimes miss meetings just to show the others there who was really important.

He came and went as he pleased, and everyone had to react to his timeline, or he would ignore them out of existence.  Most people couldn’t handle being treated like that, but John didn’t care.  It was all about him damn it.

At least that’s what he told himself as he downed the rest of the bottle.  As he staggered down the street, he wondered how much he could hock his AA pin for.

 

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Damned if you do… (a 50 word story)

The layers of butter and flour stared at Frank, daring him to resist their crunchy flaky goodness.  He knew taking one bite would be the end of him.  Instead, he ate the whole thing.  Frank was in for a few rounds on his porcelain throne, but damn it was good.

 

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