Boots (an acrostic poem)

 

Been cheating on me, okay I get it

Obviously I bore you because I’m just a cowgirl

Ordinary with a drawl, but let me tell you about country girls

These feet are definitely made for walking

So as Flo used to say, “Kiss my girts!”

 

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Empty (an acrostic poem)

 

Emaciated emotional state

Means he didn’t even feel numb

Pushing aside those around him who care

The worst part was normally he was so full of life

Yet here he was, a walking black hole of nothingness

 

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Deal (an acrostic poem)

Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?

Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?

And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.

Let your fingers do the walking and call us now.  Operators are standing by.

 

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Undead (an acrostic poem)

Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality

Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain

Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now

Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong

All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body

Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity.  Kill me now!

Restart (an acrostic poem) Arise part 1

Ravaged city ruins still smoked in the distance

Everyone in Sarah’s small band had lost everything there

Still they followed her as she led them into the mountains

There was nothing left for them in civilization

All of a sudden the air was filled with another rocket engine rumble

Racing for cover, Sarah looked away as a flash of destruction washed over her

Taking a deep breath of the ashes of civilization she began walking again