Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way

Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology

Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes

Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles

However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him

Technology (an acrostic poem)

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The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic

Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form

Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass

Handing it off to the whisperers of binary

Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast

Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation

Lifting it from an inanimate object

Obscuring the line between animated and animator

Giving the world a new fascination that

You can hold in your hand

Tinker (an acrostic poem)

Technology always fascinated Eric

It was his jam his friends would say

Not that he would disagree

Kind of fun putting things together

Even making them do something different

Really it was a game to see what he could hack next

 

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Phoning It In

What do you get for the man who has everything?  That line was almost enough to get me to do this job on its own, but the fifty large put in front of me didn’t hurt.  I look out the sight and here comes the limo with its security detail.  No one is getting in or out of that five block radius.  This is damn good security. Too bad I don’t care.  I look at the wind velocity and adjust where the barrel points.  I guess where the back door would line up, but I am a little off.  I move the crosshairs quickly to line up with the rear passenger window.  The question is would the target be the second or third out of the car.  I slow my breathing out of habit and wait for my moment.  Here comes the first person, definitely security.  I am about to press the trigger, but hesitate as the second person appears.  I smile as I realize my guess was right.  As the third person begins to emerge I fire.  The man who had everything now has nothing and I shut down the remote control.  No one is getting out of a five block radius, but I was at least ten since I am using my burner phone.  I am going to lose a lot of equipment, but the second fifty large coming to me would easily make up for it.  I drop the burner into a dumpster after washing it in the acid solution and I walk away whistling happy birthday.