Cork (an acrostic conversation)

“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”

“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”

“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”

“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”

Collar (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t stand having something around my neck

Only I don’t get much choice in this gig

Living for the church was not going to be my style

Living dead come into the equation

And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man

Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber