Why should he be tortured because of his desire to have all the things
And not be able to have them because they cost too much?
Not that he was going to let that small problem stop him from getting his fix
This safe, though…
Want (an acrostic poem)
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Replaced (an acrostic poem)
Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Coin (an acrostic poem)
Can’t find the right currency to buy your love
Oh, I’ve tried to earn your interest
I just can’t make heads or tails of what you really want and
Now you’ve left me emotionally bankrupt
Big (an acrostic poem)
Behemoth ideas abound inside my head
It causes a humongous headache since I want to do them all, yet
Gargantuan amounts of time is needed, and that I am all out of
Link (an acrostic poem)
Living in the past, needing an awakening
It tries to force you to be a hero
Now if you are in your twilight years you might be between worlds
Knowing you want just one more wild breath
Wall (an acrostic poem)
Want to hit it so damn badly
And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence
Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood
Letting me race ahead till I find the next…
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Down (an acrostic poem)
Don’t try to cheer me up
Oh you might think I would want that
When in reality I’m okay with being a bit blue
Now if you threw in ice cream….
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Junk (an acrostic poem)
Just because you didn’t want me
Unless I had something you needed
Never justified throwing me to the curb
Killing my self-worth, and making me feel like…
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Hungry (an acrostic poem)
He looked at her through the window of the restaurant
Until then he had been satisfied with his life
Now he knew he wanted something more
Given the sight of her, he could feel his appetite arise with a roar
Reaching for the door, he almost opened it
Yet he looked at the ring on his hand and realized he would be fed when he got home
