Wear (an acrostic poem)

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What clothes you have on dictate how society views you

Even though they claim it’s what’s underneath that’s important

And that’s why he was going to his job interview in an old Nirvana t-shirt and jean shorts

Realizing that what mattered above all else was being the CEO’s son

Addict (an acrostic poem)

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Anytime he was awake, he craved the release
Didn’t matter that it wasn’t good for him
Didn’t matter if it cost him everything
It only mattered achieving that all-consuming bliss
Catching that dopamine hit and sustaining it as long as possible
That’s why the six of them held an intercession and checked Dopey into rehab

Spoon (an acrostic poem)

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She cuddled up to him under the covers

Pulling her body along his to get warm

Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell

Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…

None of that mattered.  They were together in that moment