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| Mar 5th, 2007 12:07 PM | |
| MLE |
These are my favorites from there, and I'd already read them ;> Tony Hawk For a skateboarder Tony Hawk is certainly A gigantic whore. Conversation with my daughter Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Don’t do that. Don’t Touch that I said Don’t touch that. Stop it. Hey, I said Stop it, don’t touch that, DON’T touch that. That. DON’T, DAMNIT! I’M TALKING TO YOU I’M TALKING TO YOU I KNOW YOU SPEAK ENGLISH- Oh, sure, now, cry. Hey. Can you Not touch that? |
| Mar 5th, 2007 09:41 AM | |
| mburbank |
Hey, MLE! I had TOTALLY forgotten about that. Have you read my only slightly more serious poetry in the SHORTS section? I ask becuase I'm actually working on a new set of poems for my I-mockery stuff and thought I'd give you a heads up. When I've done it in the past, I was surprised (and pleased) That the stuff ended up getting corculated to a lot of poetry boards. |
| Mar 5th, 2007 12:43 AM | |
| Goat Cheese | Max can't just make up poetry on the spot! You've got to give an artist time to get the juices flowing! |
| Mar 4th, 2007 02:10 AM | |
| MLE |
I love Max's Poetry ;< All of these were taken from the original Mock Wars held in 2001 on the ezboards. Max, I want more poetry. Please. Empty Gas Tank They call me Empty Gas Tank and I’m always kind of sad I like to wear a garter belt and trade spit with your Dad I hunker in the basement with my pencil and sketchpad ‘cause I cannot talk to girls, I’m a social REEE-TAD Oh my gas tank is so empty, but that is not the end I’m also Empty of ideas and I haven’t got no friends I post my pwetty pikshurs on a faceless message board Like a lonely, two-bit, desprit, creepy, needy, ego WHORE Empty, oh I’m EMPTEEEE, Empty, Tot’ly EMPTY skanky Whooooo-OORE!! Zero Signal "My name is Zero Signal I like to jog my Dingle To see it all (as it's SO small) I lay it on a Pringle; and with a whip I smash that chip until my eyeballs Jingle" -Zero Signal Chojin V.1 CHOJIN They rang the bell and the 4’th round began I entered the ring with a little half-man they call Chojin Cha-cha-cha-cha-Chojin He re-wrote a tract and he posted a song But his lyrics fell flat and his voice was all wrong, little Chojin La Techno Tot Chojin, what else you got Chojin? Well Einstein said ‘God doesn’t play dice’ Relatively speaking though, it might have been nice Little Chojin, if your dad wore a trojan, before he spawned Chojin... Chojin V.2 There was a child Chojin named Yockey who desired to play Tonsil Hockey but he proved far too young to entice a girl's tongue and so had to come off in a socky. Chojin V.3 A degenerate weasel called Chojin who's skills proved a horse mostly Trojan. That concealed, so to speak, the vice we call Greek lubricated with gallons of Sloe Gin. Chojin V.4 And Burbank then took Chojin's socky Still soaked with the juice of young Yockey And with eyes tightly clenched The old foot sheath he frenched While vig'rously yanking his cocky! |
