Catastrophe (an acrostic poem)

Clearly the world was balancing on a razor’s edge

Anything could cause it to tumble into oblivion

There was only so much Rich could do about it

Already over half the fleet had been sunk

Submarines, battleships, aircraft carriers, all gone

To think when this war had started out he thought victory would be swift

Realizing that defeat was just one more missile or bomb hit away

Outside he kept his calm though

Perhaps the enemy would miss and he could still save the day

He stared blankly ahead and thought of his victory

Even as his nine year old son called out B4, sinking his destroyer

 

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Empty (an acrostic poem)

Even as he threw the rest of his chips into the pot

Maurice wanted to vomit

Playing poker so well had earned him a reputation as a good professional

The river card guaranteed him the victory and the three million dollars

Yet he felt hollow knowing most of those winnings were going to the fixer