Curb (an acrostic poem)

Cutting the powder with confectioner’s sugar was risky

Uncouth dealers are the norm, but me, I have leveled up

Risk verses reward, it’s all about the bottom line

But my sweet twist this time might get me kicked to the ….

 

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Risk Management (an acrostic poem)

Rational thinking was the way Charlie approached his whole life

It was the bedrock everything was built upon

She had completely destroyed that whole paradigm

Kissing a complete stranger as the ball dropped

 

Mass hysteria could be blamed for that moment

And Charlie almost did so, but damn, that kiss

Now he was pulling her out of the crowd, back to his car

And he was trying to figure out what the next steps would be

Giggling, she spun him around and pinned him to the side of a building

Everything stopped as she kissed him again

Memory was chiseled into his forever with that kiss

Eventually she broke it off and mouthed goodbye before running off

Not wanting to let this end, he tried to follow, but she evaporated in the sea of people

Taking a deep breath, he reached for his bedrock, but damn those lips

 

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