The color never seemed to matter to Jeff
If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it
Nothing seemed to phase the man
That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind
Tint (an acrostic poem)
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Split (an acrostic poem)
So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest
Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually
Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out
It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.
That’s when the guns and swords came out…
Buggy (an acrostic poem)
Bounding the dunes without a care in the world
Under the glittering stars high above
Giving a middle finger to the rest of the jealous, stressful world
Going to do this forever and nothing was going to stop me
Yet that’s when the car’s computer crashed and left me stranded on the God-forsaken beach all alone
Agent (an acrostic poem)
All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low
Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them
Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat
Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade
Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge
Million (an acrostic poem)
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
Feast (an acrostic poem)
Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure
Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned
At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe
So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?
The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money
Clogged (an acrostic poem)
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
One (an acrostic poem)
Only person who could fill her days with laughter was gone
Nothing was ever going to bring that twinkle back into her eye
Every sunset she watched and prayed that maybe he would rise in the morning
Emotion (an acrostic poem)
Empathy was not something that came naturally
Math and logic were more comfortable
Only right now it wasn’t an option
The fact that she was crying
It meant there was a problem to solve
Only there was nothing that could be done at the moment
Now if the programmer could update my algorithm, maybe that would help
Wart (an acrostic conversation)
“What’s that at the end of your nose?”
“Ah, that’s a wee bit of nothin’.”
“Really now? I think you might be one of them thar witches.”
“That’s so stereotypical, you bigot. Keep that up and I’ll turn you into a newt!”
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