Cult (an acrostic poem)

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Come join our club, we have all the truth

Unless you challenge what we are selling

Let’s just say you’ve got to drink the Kool Aid

Then do what you are told.  We know better.  Or else.

Truth (an acrostic poem)

 

They were so worried about all the lies

Reading through forum after forum to authenticate facts

Until their eyes crossed with information overload

That was when they discovered a fact that superseded all others

How few people actually really cared

 

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Frank (an acrostic conversation)

For goodness sake, I thought you would be prettier.

Really?  That’s how you want to start our date?

Actually, yes.  I told you I was honest to a fault when we talked on the phone

Now that was truth in advertising.  Refreshing.  Still, you’re a jerk, and I’ll be leaving.

Knew that would happen.  At least I didn’t have to buy your dinner.

 

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Legend (an acrostic poem)

Little more could be said, much less done

Everyone just stared as she walked across the floor

Gwen had accomplished the nigh impossible

Eyewitnesses would spread her story from here

New tales even more fanciful would be spun from the cloth of this truth

Destiny can kiss her ass.  She owned that bitch

 

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Torqued (an acrostic poem)

Twisted thoughts tumbled from his lips

Outwardly he kept his face smooth and composed

Really on the inside, he was spinning in tight circles

Quitting the torrent of lies, he took a deep breath

Unsure his verbal torrent had convinced her of anything

Eventually, he decided to throw in the truth to see what that would do

Definitely hadn’t expected the truth to have such an impact

 

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Pickpocket (an acrostic poem)

Passerby contribute to my well being

It warms the cockles of my sooty heart

Catching wild wallets, harvesting random rings

Keeping the richest, releasing the too poor

People might think I’m a thief

Only they couldn’t be farther from the truth

Culling the slow and the dull from their possessions

Karma dictates I do my part for the universe

Entrusting me to mete out cosmic balance

To add to my bank balance

 

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Mary Jane (an acrostic poem)

Musing in the heady fog, Shelia looked at her story

Already her main character had done so many cool things

Really she had to considering all the shit Shelia put her through

You would think Shelia hated her, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth

 

Just as she took another hit, the idea hit her

Amazing she had never thought of this before

Now she puffed twice as fast as the clack of the keyboard became staccato

Even as the high wore off, the buzz of writing remained

 

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Corny (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t resist one more pun

Obviously the class had had enough, but it was right there

Really low hanging fruit that demanded to be plucked

Now the groans echoed in the lecture hall

Yet there was planted a kernel of truth

 

 

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