Layers (an acrostic poem)

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Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces

As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server

Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation

Everything was a matter of time, though

Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort

So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him

Prince (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps one day I will be a king

Reaching up and placing the crown on my own head

It would be then where I fulfill my destiny

Never looking back, I would break down barriers and shatter glass ceilings

Creating new norms that would create a more equitable society

Even though some may call me queen, my breasts won’t define me!

Watch (an acrostic poem)

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Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist

As He waited for the seconds to tick by

The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed

Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image

He smiled.  Soon He would do more than just …

Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way

Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology

Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes

Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles

However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him

Sell (an acrostic conversation)

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So I heard you are looking for a thing.”

Everyone is looking for a thing.  Can you be more specific?”

Listen, if I tell you more the price is going to quadruple.  So what do you say?”

Let me think about it.”

Tribe (an acrostic poem)

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They were always looking for a place to settle down in

Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey

It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch

But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter

Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…

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?