Document (an acrostic poem)

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Didn’t read the fine print of the contract

Of course that’s how a lot of these stories start

Catch 22’s galore in the legalese that no one can decipher

Unless you are a lawyer, and even then you have to be speak a dialect of Parseltongue

Making the rest of the tale about maneuvering out of the inevitable

Enabling our hero to have the last laugh

Now only if that worked in real life

Then I would be so done with these student loans

Low (an acrostic poem)

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Life kind of getting you down?

Or are you just having one of those blah days?

Well remember you still have a friend here you can talk to, or Garth Brooks if he’s around.

Sorry (an acrostic poem)

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So, obviously I have not been posting that much to my blog lately

Oh believe me, I wanted to keep publishing every day, but I had my reasons

Reason one, my professional life has demanded more of my time

Reason two, I needed to get a bunch of stuff done around my house

Yet the time is coming where I will return.  Thank you, and please keep checking in

Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer

Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure

Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442

Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon

And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders

Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal

It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max

Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance

Reef (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching out into the crystal blue water

Enticing the multitudes to live among the outstretched fingers

Encircling all in the cycle of life

Frolicking in the changing currents

Replaced (an acrostic poem)

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Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.

Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.

Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.

Learning what I could before I was given my parole.

And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.

Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.

Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.

Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?

Gap (an acrostic poem)

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Getting through the tight squeeze called life was always a challenge

As her whole existence had been between a rock and a hard place

Perhaps that’s why she was able to surprise them when she cracked her world and began to fly

Line (an acrostic conversation)

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“Last thing I plan on doing is dying”

“I guess it’s a a way to live your life, but it’s sort of weird though.”

“Nah. Everyone should live that way. Now that you know my master plan, what is yours?”

“Everything I can do to help you achieve your end goal.”