Instrument (an acrostic poem)

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It felt like Bob was being played

Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree

Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…

That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte

Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that

Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top

Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process

Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it

Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but

There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!

Last (an acrostic poem)

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Living at the end of the line

As she watches people cut in up ahead

She should be really upset at having to wait longer but,

The fact she doesn’t have to go home yet made her so safe and happy

Shame (an acrostic poem)

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So many wanted her to stay inside the box of their construction

Happy and content with the societal norms

All she wanted to do was be free, to be herself

Maybe if they all accepted that she would have bloomed

Except they belittled her for being different till she hid away her truth until it was gone

Rice (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains

It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face

Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy

Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal

Pop (an acrostic poem)

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Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.

Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.

Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?

Transport (an acrostic poem)

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There were times he just wanted to get away

Race from wherever he was to someplace new

A place where no one knew him

No way that was going to happen now

So many things had happened over the past few years

People recognized him everywhere

Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy

Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself

That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big

Shape (an acrostic poem)

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So he was happy with being a circle

He liked that better than being a square

And he loved all the food pyramid equally

Perhaps he should have used the heart attack as a stop sign, but…

Eventually it caught up to him, and he was placed in a rectangle box

Teeth (an acrostic poem)

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The gap in his grin was very off putting

Even though everything else was perfect

Eleanor tried to ignore it, to be happy, no thrilled, with all the rest

That proved futile since she kept finding herself focusing on it

His smile seemed to accentuate the piece of spinach stuck there

Debate (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t you argue with me

Everyone knows that I am right

Be happy that I allow you to try to refute me

As we both know if I didn’t do that you would never talk

That might actually be preferable for all involved

Especially since I have just won this…