Prey (an acrostic poem)

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Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light

Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster

Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late

Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped

Builder (an acrostic poem)

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Boosting those around her every day

Underpinning the sagging self-worth of the masses

It was a never-ending battle against the entropy of existence

Leaving her drained every evening when she went to bed

Drifting to sleep while praying that she could do more

Everyone was amazed how much one woman could do

Remarkable a mother could do

Pump (an acrostic poem)

 

Pushing the handle up and down

Usually, Diane didn’t care, and she would just leave

Maybe someday that will be the case again

Praying that day would be soon since it seemed she was out of sanitizer

 

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Agnostic (an acrostic poem)

Always it was a new problem for Ingrid

God was crapping on her for some sin or not being pious enough

Nigel would just laugh at the whole thing

Only a zealot would be so focused on what a supreme being would do

So much was there for the individual to do about their lot in life

To think that a divine being would purposely make things harder…

It didn’t make sense to Nigel one bit

Could it be more doing and less praying might be a good business model?

 

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