Plus (an acrostic poem)

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Putting things together for the first time inside my head

Letting me complete the equation of why and how

Until now I was foolishly worried about each part individually

So now I can worry about the whole thing as I should have all along

Collar (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t stand having something around my neck

Only I don’t get much choice in this gig

Living for the church was not going to be my style

Living dead come into the equation

And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man

Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber

Numbers (an acrostic poem)

No matter how you calculated it, Deidre was in trouble

Unless she could find another way to figure it out

Many digits danced and twirled in front of her

But none of them sat still long enough for her to make them real

Everything was just irrational to her at that moment

Really she just wanted to be done and have a piece of pie

So she left the equation to solve itself and had dessert

 

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