Enough (an acrostic poem)

Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise

Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading

Outside he looked like he was just chilling out

Underneath he was boiling with emotions

Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers

He just couldn’t take it anymore.  Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.

 

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Infection (an acrostic poem)

Inside their numbers kept growing

Not stopping at borders, always invading

Focused on only two things

Enabling the creation of more invaders and

Capturing the resources to continue the previously mentioned creation

Thousands becomes millions become billions

Igniting a resistance focused on scorched earth tactics.

Obliterating all foreigners, hurting the natives, stopping the advance

Natural order reestablished, the white cell count and fever reduce back to normal

 

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