Crash (an acrostic poem)

Counting the number of ceiling tiles for the fifteenth time

Resisting the siren call of sweet sweet slumber

As the voice of the teacher droned on and on

Still the class would just not end.  Had entropy died?

How bad was it when I realized I had drooled all over my desk as I woke up

 

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Simplify (an acrostic poem)

Sitting amid the chaos of his desk

Ian surveyed his life with a simple glance

Many pieces of paper that made up his existence

Played among other scraps from other peoples’ lives

Leaving his desk a chaotic world of its own

Ian questioned how he should approach this task

For there were so many ways this could go badly

Yet a match was such a satisfying answer…