Your Poetry

[Fathom Zero]

Letter To A Drowning Victim

I tried my damnedest to save
You but it was not enough
I must've got scared
It you were far too cold

All we should have known
That the overpass was too treacherous
But it would not matter
You would have gone

Wish I might that you were
Better but I have no hope
For the hope was gone
The last time it happened

I took my hands
Across your chest
Forced your breath
All for naught

I always thought blue pallour
Would be an attractive quality
Like almost translucent milky
Skin, but it's sick

I grab my hat, my phone
Fumble the keys
Emergency on the way
Emergency left and gone

I cry every night now
Out of sheer pain, the
Cessations of your breathing killing
Me; I won't forget you

[Tadao]

The Selfish Heart

Pen laid down
Guitar unstrung
Paint box covered with dust
The bottle hits the glass.

In the corner
He keeps his muse
In a cage of rust
Waiting for time to pass.

[Kitsa]

In 7th grade we had to write our own "epitaph".


Never should've touched it
Should've left it in the dip
Never should've looked twice
At that green potato chip.

It sat there so temptingly
It didn't look that bad;
And when I thought about it
All alone, it seemed so sad.

Never thought it'd hurt me,
Never thought it'd do me harm.
So I went ahead and tried it.
And that's how I bought the farm.

My writing teachers liked me a lot. My art teachers (almost) all hated me.

[Tadao]

:lol

[Fathom Zero]

green oh my green

How green are you today
My fair lady
Whom was so tired
That she couldn't
Cut the grass and that had
Feelings of envy for her fellow
Women?

Must you be so droll
As to expect me to make
Your day well when you
Are yet so pale and sickly?

How dare you think you're so
Helpless. Dearie dear, you are
As a blight to the firs,
It is any wonder why I
Keep you at all.

My senior English teacher liked this one.

[ZeldaQueen]

Santa the Pirate King

Santa decided one Christmas Eve
That he was fed up and was going to leave
He was tired of the North Pole and endless snow
And elves badgering him wherever he'd go

He wanted to travel and see new lands
Cliffs and beaches and islands and sands
To travel the world he'd never seen
This was Santa's Ultimate Dream

So he died his beard a ragged black
And stuffed treasure, not toys, into his sack
He wore an eyepatch and started to sing
"Drink up me hearties! I be the Pirate King!

Around the seas I now will roam,
The entire world will be my home!
I can feel the sun and warmth for a start
Instead of building toys that should not come apart!

I'll feel the wind and enjoy the breeze
And go wherever I darn well please!"
Thus said the once jolly old elf
Who laughed with the thought, quite pleased with himself

To further prepare for his upcoming trip
He exchanged his sleigh for a galley ship
Then he left his eight reindeer on solid land
And found himself a crew of able deck hands

"Weigh anchor! Set sails! Check the wind!" he cried
"All hands on deck! Man your stations!" he sighed
"To the seven seas, to the oceans blue,
Now set sail you swabs, every one of you!"

Now Santa's a pirate who sails the Earth
But his eyes still twinkle and he still has his girth
And you can recognize the cry he'll bellow:
"Merry Christmas me hearties! And a Yo Ho Ho!"

[The Leader]

I’ve written a Haiku:

There was a young girl
Who tried hard to be funny
She didn’t do so well

[Kitsa]

*sigh* :blah

[kahljorn]

awesome haiku :(

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

Ode to the civil war

In the 1860's Abe said let them be free. The south took up arms against his decree.

Brother against brother fighting with bayonettes causing bloodshed. Brother against brother soon both will be dead.

Hundreds of thousands of injured and casualties. The legacy of a nation for the battle of slavery.

With all the dead bodies hitting the floor and gunshots like someone knocking down a door. So much injustice, violence and gore. This is my ode to the civil war.

(There will be more, once I get on my next break.)

[Big McLargehuge]

The Civil war was a patch of daisies, the Spanish flu didn't break my heart.
Compared to the time that she left me, all of that is not worth a fart.

[Kitsa]

There was once an old man named Don
Who put a sign out on his lawn
That said "yard sale"...well,
To shorten this tale, when
He got back the grass was all gone.


That's another from 7th grade, although I took a bit of liberty with the rhyme structure.

[Fathom Zero]

she's not mine.

But she's so close. I don't know if she knows just how much she means to me. How I cannot go a minute without thinking about her. How every minute I spend thinking about her makes a girl-shaped hole rip ever wider in my heart. How I think she's the most beautiful girl in the entire world and any flaws she thinks she may have are inconsequential at their worst and serve only to further accentuate her beauty at their best.

But she's not mine.

How I wish my finger tips would melt with hers, then move down her arms, down her sides, to her lovely legs, leaving contrails of tingly sensation in their wake. How her scent brings up within me the memories or everything good. How the mere sight of her instills within me an unparalleled elation, for truly I have never loved any girl as I do her. How my hands would ache, not being able to run themselves over the small of her back.

But she's not mine.

How the way her hair looks when she doesn't straighten it after taking a shower is one of the most beautiful sights I know of, and would surely be the last thing I imagine before I die. How her crystalline eyes belie a soul deeper than anyone before her's. How I love her punches so. And her lips? Oh, how I love her lips. Too shiny. In fact, too good to be true. They're what is good in the world. She is what's good in the world.

But she's not mine.

Even though she is as a beacon of light to me, the pinnacle of human beauty and fascination to me. Even though it would not matter to me whatever indiscretions she may have commited. Even if she was somehow made not as she is now, in an accident that rendered her somehow less aesthetically pleasing, it would not matter
to me. Fifty years from now, I can still see myself looking back on her as one of the best parts of my life, and how I would have given anything for her. I would feel the deepest regret, even if I had done all I could.

But she's not mine.

and I used to be okay with that. To a certain extent, I still am. But it pains me. And yet, the only thing I want is for her to attain every happiness possible, and I could only hope I would die trying to spare her some minute discomfort, such as a splinter or rash. Because, for her, she's entirely worth it.

Babe, you're worth remembering.

[Fathom Zero]

Poetry and love are only silly if you're just looking at it and not experiencing it.

[kahljorn]

:(

[RaNkeri]

I did write a haiku based on my hatred towards liver casserole during literature class back in high school, but it was written in finnish and translating it properly would be a real bitch.

[The Leader]

she's not mine.

You are awesome.

[Fathom Zero]

It's an exaggerated view of feelings I have for a certain girl that is not mine, but someone else's.

[RaNkeri]

You're being serious?

[Fathom Zero]

Writing is the only thing I know how to do. So yes.

[Misdemonar]

ODE TO FATHOMHERO

FUCK YOU

POETRY IS FOR WOMEN

[ZeldaQueen]

FathomZero is a poet
And Misdemonar doesn't know it
He mocked Zero's dream
In a way quite obscene
And drank up a barrel of Moet

[Tadao]

Zelda Queen is retarded,
This much is true,
No need to rhyme,
She wouldn't get it anyways.

[Dimnos]

Me thinks ZQ has an internet crush on Fathom?

[Fathom Zero]

This Just On Not
is because different make
not words lines it
poetry. are does good.

I always hated that about poetry.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

poetry. are does good.

I always hated that about poetry.

:)

[JJ_Maniac]

There once was a man with a spoon for an ear,
And a tabletop vase for an eye,
And he would take to his horse and roam through the town
And declare “It’s quarter past nine!”

And the regular townsmen, with a shaking of heads
And a noticeable stamping of feet,
Would say “What an odd fellow, he’s surely deranged,
For as anyone could rightfully say,
It’s barely a quarter from three!”

[ZeldaQueen]

Me thinks ZQ has an internet crush on Fathom?

I dunno, Tadao is such a sweet-talker. Decisions, decisions. :rolleyes:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who drank 'til he threw up in a bucket
He thought he was done
So he rejoined the fun
Then he heaved and everyone had to duck it.

[Tadao]

Oh, I'm sure your fascination with Japanese men will fade soon. :rolleyes

[ZeldaQueen]

Oh, I'm sure your fascination with Japanese men will fade soon. :rolleyes

Oh I'm not fascinated with Japanese men. Just anonymous men on sarcastic forums. :rolleyes:

[Fathom Zero]

I dunno. It's said that gentlemen prefer blondes. But do the ladies?

Also: DAWSON

[ZeldaQueen]

I dunno. It's said that gentlemen prefer blondes. But do the ladies?

Aren't blondes also supposed to be idiots? I like darker features myself.

As for me,
I try to rhyme
But now's just not
A real good time.

[Fathom Zero]

My hair is to turn black later in life before going white. I get my hair from my maternal grandfather. But as of now, it's nigh on platinum blonde.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

My hair used to be crazy blond when I was younger as seen here http://www.angelfire.com/80s/threestupidpeople/12.jpg

Now its a dirty/reddish blond and my beard grows in red.

Blondes are usually sometimes smart people. They're good at making people think they're dumber than they are.

[Tadao]

I like darker features myself.

I got a dark feature for ya.

:moon

[ZeldaQueen]

I've been a brunette all my life. With extremely pale skin (very Germanic apparently :sleep)

@ Tadao, not quite the features I had in mind. Besides, yours seems to be bright green...:\

[Tadao]

Zelda Queen
I'm not always mean.
We should talk
and go on a zombie walk.

[ZeldaQueen]

Tadao
I know
You can be sweet
And that sounds neat

[Fathom Zero]

:O

I'll give you a zombie walk any day of the week.
Bayyyyyybe.

[ZeldaQueen]

Take my hand
Across the promised land
Give me a twirl
Let's have a whirl

[Fathom Zero]

Hey, any time
Just please don't rhyme
'Cause I'll be dead
When you're strapped to the bed

[ZeldaQueen]

You're very good
I hope I've got this right
This format is odd.

[Fathom Zero]

:love

[ZeldaQueen]

Hey, writing gets my creative juices going. I have to respect a fellow writer. :)

[Fathom Zero]

You're just being shy. You know you want me bad.

[The Leader]

Isn't ZQ something like 17 and shaped like a pear, or do you just not care anymore Fathom?

[Tadao]

Girls shaped like pears are hawt. No tits and all ass baby. :yum

[Fathom Zero]

I don't really give a shit in the regard, sir. BESIDES, what have you done for me lately?

[The Leader]

I'll blow you for a dollar.

[Fathom Zero]

Why would I pay for what I can get for free?

[The Leader]

Because you'd be supporting a starving artist in more than one way.

[ZeldaQueen]

Isn't ZQ something like 17 and shaped like a pear, or do you just not care anymore Fathom?
I'm eighteen and not pear-shaped. >:

[The Leader]

Do you prefer squash?

[Fathom Zero]

All the better, then!

[ZeldaQueen]

Do you prefer squash?
No actually, I'm not a veggie lover.

Peas and carrots are okay though. :\

[Pub Lover]

You look like peas and carrots?

[The Leader]

Many teens suffer from anorexia.

[Fathom Zero]

Most teens are insufferable.

[Kitsa]

I can't help but notice that the quality of this poetry is really going south.

[ZeldaQueen]

We got a bit distracted
But I'll write a whole new bunch
Just as soon as I'm dressed
And eaten up my lunch

Edit: Yes it's lame. I just woke up.

[Tadao]

Lazy bitchtard

[ZeldaQueen]

And the critics come in!

Are you with the New Yorker sir?

[Tadao]

LA Weekly, now let's see some of this insane writing skill you claim to have.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

New poem called Page 3 of 3

Because you'd be supporting a starving artist in more than one way.
I'm eighteen and not pear-shaped. >:
Do you prefer squash?
You look like peas and carrots?
Many teens suffer from anorexia.
Lazy bitchtard

[ZeldaQueen]

When I joined here many months
Many months ago
I called myself "insane writer"
This much I'm sure you know
A play on words, you ought to see
You ought to see, you know
That wasn't what I meant
Those many months ago

A writer, that I call myself
A writer, that am I
I write of those who haven't lived
And those who'll never die
But my writing's not insane
Not insane, to be sure
My writing is quiet ordinary
Quite sane is my lore

The insanity in my description
Which I wrote those months ago
Refers to my insanity
So finally you know.
My writing is quite normal
Of this (I hope) you won't debate
But I myself am quite insane
As I have been as of late

I hope you understand my mind
(Though there are few who do)
Congradulations dear reader
And my hat is off to you.

[Tadao]

tldr

[Pub Lover]

Hey Child - What Manner of Madness Do You Claim? (Acoustic)

[Tadao]

As a Baker, Congradulations makes my eyes bleed.

[Kitsa]

Tadao: cakewrecks.com (http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/)

[Tadao]

Hahaha, they are just a little tooooo fanatic about it, but yeah, when it comes down to it, everything matters to a customer having a special day.

[Kitsa]

Not to get too far OT (like it hasn't already) but my brother once had a birthday cake that said MACHOE MAN AND THE HULK in light-green icing, with a plastic Randy Savage up to his knees in cake and a plastic Hulk Hogan faceplanted in the icing. I've been looking everywhere for it.

(the photo)

[Fathom Zero]

Dude, cakewrecks is one of my homepages.

[Tadao]

ZQ, be a sport and post another pic of you so that I can write you more poems.

[ZeldaQueen]

I don't have that many pictures of myself on the computer. The one I posted when I came on here was taken about two or three years ago.

I'll see what I can find.

[Fathom Zero]

I didn't even see that one; :(

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

You should get a new camera for new pics.....I'm getting mine on wednesday.

[Pub Lover]

Yay! More shirtless Bill! :D

[Fathom Zero]

I'm getting a camera that shoots a thousand frames per second. Not bad for a $300 point-and-shoot.

I want a DSLR, but I really don't. I've got one that is styled after one; a Kodak Easyshare something or another. It's just big and unwieldy and all I need a camera for is just takling pics and maybe some quick videos.

[ZeldaQueen]

Eh, found one. I'll post it in the pics thread.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

Yay! More shirtless Bill! :D

As soon as I get it you'll ge the first one. :love

[Tadao]

I didn't even see that one; :(

http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii285/tadao_mockery/Human/ZeldaQueen.jpg

[Fathom Zero]

I went to find crows
But came back with doves.
The day was not though lost
For they're pretty much the same.

[ZeldaQueen]

Kudos on finding that Tadao, I thought that thread was long gone.

The Dodo and the Old Bat
They thought the hours through
The Dodo with his research
Philosophy was all the Bat would do

The Dodo was demoted
Or so it was said
The Old Bat taught his lectures
That went right over his students' heads

That's based on two characters in a story I'm working on.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

The Dodo was demoted
Or so it was said
The Old Bat taught his lectures
That went right over his students' heads


The Dodo was demoted
Or so it was said
The Old Bat taught his lectures
That went right over his students' headsAs the Dodo is now dead.

[ZeldaQueen]

Probably more acurate yeah. But it's technically not a Dodo, just a guy that looks like one (yes, the story's obviously children's fiction).

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

Well I don't practice San-ga-ria. I ain't got White Zinfandal. I had a Sauvignon blanc, but i'd....I'd consume it all. If I could find that heina and the cuervo that shes found. Well I'd pop the cap off cuervo and drink it down.

I need a better 4th line.

[King Hadas]

vomiting ouroboros, unfurling forever
thoughts widen but never deepen
a meaningless endeavor

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

bumping this instead of creating a new one and it getting lumped together.

I get smart like Don Adams. Write flows you can't handle. Look at you with your emo hair all mangled. When we tangle I'll grab you like an orangutan will.


My hearts so broken over the years even the Ataris don't know how I feel. Not looking for your sympathy just trying to be real. Sometimes I don't even know how to deal. You say you're here for my heart but I see the dollar signs in your eyes and hear your getting ready to steal. That's why my emotions are as cold as steel. My heart is Stone Cold like Bryan Bosworth except I'm not a shitty movie. Just trying to find someone to move me.

[Fathom Zero]

those rhymes is fresh

[Zomboid]

Poetry = faggotry >:

[ZeldaQueen]

So post some of yours. :p

[executioneer]

he just did, it totally rhymed

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

Zomboid's no beatnik.

[ZeldaQueen]

Bees

I asked my mother to tell me please
What it was like to be covered with bees
Fur and feelers all over my skin
Crawling all over my ears and chin
My hands and feet, ‬my eyes and knees
Covered every inch in bees
To sit and feel this tickly sensation
Unable to move from consternation
That in one second ‬every bee
Would jab their stingers into me
To sit and wait without a care
As they swarmed in and out of my hair
Across my nails and in my nose
Inside and out of my clothes
My mother said that my initial reaction
Would be pleasure and pain, ‬and then satisfaction

[Tadao]

:rolleyes you just wanted to use the word consternation.

[ZeldaQueen]

Actually no, I had to use "what is it like to be covered in bees" and "satisfaction".

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

THATS THE BEES KNEES

[Shadowdancer21b]

BROKEN SOLDIER

OOOOOH. OOOO. Broken soldier. Broken soldier, whoah. Where'd your pride go, soldier? Where'd your pride go? I couldn't help noticin'; your brass lost its shine, soldier. Where'd your shine go? When did ya lose that shine? There wasn't any glory for you. That shine's outta your eyes, the world musta broke you.
Ya just weren't strong enough. Now you're stained through. G.I. Joe, good to go; made of clay.

(Chorus) Leather boots didn't protect you, could only carry you, so far. I can't bear to see you; with your broken heart visible on your face, feeling so outta place. They broke you, soldier.
Whoah.

Where'd your smile go, soldier? Where'd your smile go? Did it run away when they took your stripe? Did it run when you saw those people dying? Ya just weren't tough enough. You tried so hard, but not enough. Do you hear the voices at night? Do ya hear 'em when you can't sleep? Did they break your mind too, soldier?

(Repeat chorus)

[Shadowdancer21b]

The Boys who Bleed for You


My mother wept the day I signed my name. My heart swelled when I raised my right hand. Against all enemies I swore. God help me. Some of us never need to shave; Doughboys to the bone. Minutemen are we; always ready. Essayons! Semper Tentare! Do you know, we are all numbers, but we all have names. Every mother's son of us is ready to bleed and die for your sake. It is our fight that allows you to burn the flag you're holding. That flag is dyed with the blood of patriots and may it ever be so. I would have it no other way. To show the world. The brother in my foxhole never kissed a girl, never drank a beer, and he's ready too. We all stand. We are true. Our families know; we are the boys who bleed for you.

My father told me he was proud, even as I saw the shores of Grenada in his eyes. He turned away so I would not see that salty wave crash down his cheeks. He sent me on my way, with three old men behind him, behind me. The chain has not broken, five generations strong. the boys who bleed for you. We all have names; please don't forget us.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

I googled "The Boys who Bleed for You" and didn't like any of the search results

[Fathom Zero]

It's amazing how time can make you hate everything you've ever done, if you wait long enough.

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

PROGRESS

[Shadowdancer21b]

I have to admit 10k, I find the prospect scary now that I consider what has popped up under more innocuous search words :)

[executioneer]

i want to stab you
stabby stabby stabby stab
there's all of your blood!

[Esuohlim]

THAT REMINDS ME, DUDE
I MISS DOING HAIKU WARS
WITH SAM SAM SAM SAM

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

DUCK CHICKEN PENGUIN
TURKEY GOOSE DODO ROBIN
ROOSTER HEN OSTRICH

[Zomboid]

Poetry = faggotry >:
I stand by this.

[Grislygus]

YIPEE-YEEEEEEEEEA, THERE'LL BE NO WEDDIN' BELLS

FOR TODAAAAAAAAY


'CAUSE I GOT SPURS, THAT JINGLE JANGLE JINGLE

AS I GO
RIDING MERRILY ALONG

AND THEY SAY, NOW AIN'T YOU GLAD YOU'RE SINGLE

AND THAT SONG
AIN'T SO VERY FAR FROM WRONG

[darkkitten]

:xelmo killed
a man then
he raped a kitten :lol2

[Tadao]

Oh randomness with emoticons
How I wish you to be gone
From the one forum that hates your guts
Stop acting like an attention slut

[NatRatBat]

Poop in my toilet,
It smells bad
saving flushes is hard

Haiku? Probably not.
Fun? A little.

[MailCall]

I hate mayonnaise
It looks like elephant jizz
But it's made with eggs

[King Hadas]

The Stern Utterances of Brave Father Frown

A man's penis belongs in stout corduroys
Not inside of young boys, even if they be named Roy!

And a lady's breasts belong in her blouse
Not within the grasps of some female louse

Dick in ass? Nearly always wrong
Exception? Cannibalized dong

Lesbian lovers with whip cream on their bodies.
Celestial census says? "This be very naughty"

Erogenous nipples, with women they should stay
A man should be stoic, absolutely no assplay!

[Fathom Zero]

I can't go on, I fear. I'm stuck
inside my hurting place. It feels
pretty good. It's warm and nobody
ever talks to you. There are no
expectations, there are no responsibilities.
It's pretty dark here, but that's alright -
even though you can't see anyone
else, they can't see you either. The
dark feels good. There is no beginning
to it, but there's no end. There is
nothing here worth noting and
everything feels dead. It's my not
favorite place to be.

THE HURTING PLACE

The physical structure doesn't matter - I just wanted to emulate what I had in my notebook instead of having a single line of text rolling across the screen.

[King Hadas]

My dick is hard like old bologna
stick it in your butt and cry "Wyoming!"

[Dingus Knucklehumper]

Five syllables here
Then seven syllables here
And then five more here

[Pentegarn]

My dick is hard like old bologna
stick it in your butt and cry "Wyoming!"

:sirmixalot

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

ThrashO
Please shut the fuck up.
ThrashoO
Pleasuh listen to meah
ThrashoO
Please shut your Trap

[King Hadas]

It's foolish to seek security by being the best,
the hammer comes down as the japs will atest.

Still I'm always working hard towards that aardvarkian place,
to be number one, holder of the golden mace
to face, the opposition, that stands in my path,
checking my stats, and doing the math.

I indulge in gold when I see their eyes bulge,
and know, my limits are untold.

[King Hadas]

Narrator: Mr. Lunt sits on the curb of a decrepit street. He carefully loads his handgun and carefully cocks the trigger. Then he carefully contemplates ending the life of another man. A few friends try to talk him out of it, with a silly song!

____________

All: WEEEEEELLLLLLLLL

Bob the Tomato: Never steal, and never lie

Junior Asparagus: and never ever voluntarily die

Larry the Cucumber: Unless of course it's for the big guy *wink

Bob the Tomato: But above all else

All: Thou Shall NA-aught Kill (pronounced keel)

Mr. Lunt: Hmph, does that rule apply to sinners as well?
For the man that I seek has killed nearly twelve

My mother and brother, my sister and friends
my poor gentle heart, it aches with no end.

All: WEEEEEEELLLLLLLL

Bob the Tomato: Vengeance is good, vengeance is great!
But best left to your local magistrate

Afterall, he was elected by popular rule
So you can trust he's not a fool

Mr Lunt: THIS MAN IS THE MAGISTRATE

Bob the Tomato: oh...

Mr. Lunt: In this town, justice is a joke. The rich are forgiven,
the poor? Placed in yoke.

If I don't kill him then there is simply no way,
That this criminal will pay

All: WEEEEEEELLLLLLL

Larry the Cucumber: that's awfully bad, that's awfully rough
but to kill is a sin so I guess that's tough

Bob the Tomato: You'll have to forgive
Larry the Cucumber: or forget
Junior Asparagus: or just deal
All: For thou shall NA-aught kill (pronounced keel)

Mr Lunt: N-no?

All: NO! thou shall NA-aught kill (pronounced keel)

___________

Narrator: Mr. Lunt, thoroughly chastised, abandons his hate fueled quest and gets a job working at the local Dairy Kiwi. Way to go guys!

[AngryTinyMan]

I have to wonder
How did the spambot get in?
It's quite annoying.

It's gone already?
That was incredibly fast.
My thanks to the mods.

[executioneer]

hey mister spambot
your post got all deleted
i'm all sad now, wah

[JohnnyLurg]

what the hell can i say after being in hell for a couple days the pain the swell it all goes away but the shivering fear the terror the clacking it never rebates it never is lacking the snaps of the bones and the bones in the grinder the fear is in your mind girl the pain of the chaps the rain and the mash oh you're so lucky the rain and the stache. I don't know how it gets so tart out here, but man, I say them boys are good fer dress. Goodspeed, men, and if the angle pleases Her Majesty, then bombs away! Confetti! Burlesque! Spaghetti possessed is Bombay confessed! Horatio Dearest! You mustn't confess! Not under duress, you musn't confess! Easy come and easy go, easy won and sleazy low. Vic'try naught for vic'try night, what is for? For we fight! For our delight! Four hour delight! Four hour night. Four hours of fright! Fizzled fight. Fricking right! Fell in the night. Forest fright! Galloping, slaloming through ages, through wages, from heaven since I'd never left her! Galloping swallows can humble the ages, the sages, the meteor through wibblingly wages the rages of a sinner, the cages of a winner, the flavor of a liver, against the savings of a sinner. A shitter! A quiver. Geschmiver! A lip to a loo, a lip is lost. O'er the brave men for whom we pray, a pox, a slight, a curse, a slay! To the eagles and yankees for weather our wear, a fox in our feather and feather a chair! I bid you adieu, my comrade-in-arms, for feathery frizzles the foxberry farms! How frightful the fire that frillies the flies! Snow bumble the gizzard that wombs to our ties! Stalagmites, I say! Stalactites! Bombay! Meringue, were I willing, that pillar of giving, I'd surely but must as I say, to the lay! But what? A hearing? So whether a gearing? To pleasure a prostitute, 'twere best I was destitute, but frilly the lay that siezes Bombay! Frilly, I say! Frallay! 'Twas best to be given a willingly women for wearing a worm on your shoulder is bolder 'tis colder, I say, to be iced in the Gibbons than wear a gravedigger's grieves on Halloween's eve. But merry the misers and tarry the triflings. To tally is terror, a train leaves but nightly to trial the tremors. Six pence is the end of it, you sullied the snatch, you tore off her panties, you blithered my splatch. But what is the mist of it? I sally to say that here in the gist of it, you pissed of it, you ran. But by heavens wouldn't the nightliest, spriteliest gal give heavens to honey and honey to Hal? How horrid the heavens, the horrible pairs the nightliest girls are the wurliest mares. Too wretched, the thieves of the bordering grieves, desires the fires of florid despair! Too righteous, the night was as watchingmen gaze the borders of grievances past purple knaves! Too rapidly, happenstance, scatterfire, afterlife. Afterlife whom? The what weathers where! The watchmen wait willingly, the watches despair. For what weathers worse for whetherfore wear, the willing Frovostmen, all frivelled in snares, or dare to the air without weary a care? You share in the throne and the throne of the snares, the war of the ages, the war of despair. You frillingly flit with those who glit and Coventries, oh the Coventries, all in vain to the slithering slit of a witless little shit in the slop of a pit on the way to a hermit who weathers the world in a void of his own doing. For where is your wit, and wither your wear. Dally your curses, and dilly your care! The knights have awarded their final commandments, and whetherfore worse for the wear! Romancements enhancers are sniveling snares for kisses the missed in terrible hair. With honor, and glory, and wither to care, may heavenforth holly, and weather to spare! For Britain is Holy, and hard are our armours, and better our folly than knives to our gardeners! With Williams the Second and words to our worms, bill barry the brivels to tumble our turns! For merry the sniper who wanders the wire but falters to fire on familiar eyes! Fumble the furnisher, flight the fire. And still the shivering shatters the hair that whispers my name as the gunfire flares!

[King Hadas]

I'm feeling just fine
Though I'm greener than a pickle
Show me to your girly
And you'll get yourself a tickle

Everything moves, always around me
Exchange me for an item
And you'll never have to pay a fee

Put me or place me in folds of fine leather
Flash me for some service
And you'll get a prompt 'Yes Sir!'

And I believe you may think that this statement may be too rash
But damn, I am so cash

[Zomboid]

HADAS, I USED TO LIKE YOU.

[kahljorn]

was that a celine dion song

[King Hadas]

Man you guys are killing me here. You got the joke right? I mean, I can accept you guys hating my little rap song but I can't handle being misunderstood. That shit drives me crazy.

[kahljorn]

is it a song about business cards

or having a really big penis

[10,000 Volt Ghost]

I'm feeling just fine
Though I'm greener than a pickle
Show me to your girly
And you'll get yourself a tickle

Everything moves, always around me
Exchange me for an item
And you'll never have to pay a fee

Put me or place me in folds of fine leather
Flash me for some service
And you'll get a prompt 'Yes Sir!'

And I believe you may think that this statement may be too rash
But damn, I am so cash

YOU'RE SO MON$Y