Bang (an acrostic poem)

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Being able to pull the trigger had always been the question

All that training and education came down to this moment

Now it was time to execute or walk away

Given the thumbs up, she pushed the button, and the building imploded perfectly as she had planned

Marsh (an acrostic poem)

 

Moss draped trees swung in the humid breeze 

As Roger held his shotgun up to his shoulder 

Ready to pull the trigger if one of those damn crocs showed back up

Silently he waded into the tepid waters a bit more. 

He never saw the one come up from behind. 

 

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Shot (an acrostic poem)

So tired the effort to keep my eyes open is herculean

Here I am trying to pull the trigger on this deal

Opportunity doesn’t knock twice they always say

That’s why I’m going to slug it out

 

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Game Over (a Fibonacci poem)

“”

“Play?”

“Play?”

“A game?”

“Play a game?”

“I’ll so flip your table.”

“You think you are some hot damn player.”

“There is no way to win with me.  You should have given up.”

“Instead it’s game over.”  With that she pulled the trigger, ending his life.  Too bad it wasn’t enough experience to level.