Rash promises being the order of the day, thought I’d join in by undertaking to write a brand-new acrostic poem every day for a week using the WordPress Daily Prompt. The first one is Meaningless, if you see what I mean …
M aking sense of our world is your natural
E ntitlement, the new-life guru promised on his poster,
A nd only he held the keys to the kingdom of true knowledge.
N o-brainer, we thought, and mortgaged the house just
I n case he really had stumbled across the golden portal to
N irvana – committed ourselves to a new-life sentence with time off for
G ood behaviour. No pain, we chanted, no gain. Let it cost an arm and a
L eg if paradise beckoned. For months we watched the guru smile, his happy
E xample fading as our bank balance
S lipped into the red. Turned out he was just a new life guru,
S ame as all the rest. The hyphen wasn’t even hype, just a random fly-speck.
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