Innfest Round Three (Individual)
Insanity: “An abnormal state of mind resulting in ineptitude to perform in every day society.” It’s what I’m about to experience if I don’t get this damn song out of my head soon. It’s been looped continuously for 71—no wait. Hold on. Wait for it….waaaaaiiiiiit foooooorrr iiit..72 hours straight. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten. I haven’t had anything to drink, and I don’t even know why. Thirst doesn’t even have anything to do with this stupid song. God, I just wish I could change the channel up there or something. Just, like, flip i—WHOA! The song’s gone! I-I actually changed the station! It’s…so quiet. I’m free! I’m free!!
…Hmm, I wonder what other songs are playing. Lessee…Bluebeard’s Ballad? No. The Misthalin Rockers? No. Gnome death metal? Haha. Ha. No.
No.
I said no.
Switch…switch. SWITCH!
Oh…oh god. Please. PLEASE SWITCH!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTCH!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
~~~
Evisceration
A sharp and searing pain
slices like no other
Barely holding on.
The agony is insane.
I'm screaming for my mother.
Don't like my poem?
Sorry, there's no need to pout.
I've poured my guts into this.
Besides, it's damn hard to write
while being disembowled.
~~~
Limericks (OLD)
I used to beat noobs on the head
when they senselessly spammed on my thread.
But treat Iso with care,
he has nothing up there.
I punch his big mouth instead.
I once typed a huge story for fun
The ending was pretty much done.
So I put it online
and come back to find,
It was eaten by page 51.
The Wise Old Man was quite simply fickle.
Never once did he give even a nickel.
His cash was never found
after the house burned to the ground.
Now he's in one helluva pickle.
There was a rock crab named Doyle
and catching him caused me much toil.
He pinched all my toes
and again on my nose
so I boiled him in lots of oil.
Writing stories is an exclusive delight.
A good tale is an inspiring sight,
but to spend all my time
writing in rhyme,
Man, that isn't right!
Insanity: “An abnormal state of mind resulting in ineptitude to perform in every day society.” It’s what I’m about to experience if I don’t get this damn song out of my head soon. It’s been looped continuously for 71—no wait. Hold on. Wait for it….waaaaaiiiiiit foooooorrr iiit..72 hours straight. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten. I haven’t had anything to drink, and I don’t even know why. Thirst doesn’t even have anything to do with this stupid song. God, I just wish I could change the channel up there or something. Just, like, flip i—WHOA! The song’s gone! I-I actually changed the station! It’s…so quiet. I’m free! I’m free!!
…Hmm, I wonder what other songs are playing. Lessee…Bluebeard’s Ballad? No. The Misthalin Rockers? No. Gnome death metal? Haha. Ha. No.
No.
I said no.
Switch…switch. SWITCH!
Oh…oh god. Please. PLEASE SWITCH!
SWIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTCH!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
~~~
Evisceration
A sharp and searing pain
slices like no other
Barely holding on.
The agony is insane.
I'm screaming for my mother.
Don't like my poem?
Sorry, there's no need to pout.
I've poured my guts into this.
Besides, it's damn hard to write
while being disembowled.
~~~
Limericks (OLD)
I used to beat noobs on the head
when they senselessly spammed on my thread.
But treat Iso with care,
he has nothing up there.
I punch his big mouth instead.
I once typed a huge story for fun
The ending was pretty much done.
So I put it online
and come back to find,
It was eaten by page 51.
The Wise Old Man was quite simply fickle.
Never once did he give even a nickel.
His cash was never found
after the house burned to the ground.
Now he's in one helluva pickle.
There was a rock crab named Doyle
and catching him caused me much toil.
He pinched all my toes
and again on my nose
so I boiled him in lots of oil.
Writing stories is an exclusive delight.
A good tale is an inspiring sight,
but to spend all my time
writing in rhyme,
Man, that isn't right!
03-Nov-2010 19:56:56 - Last edited on 03-Nov-2010 20:43:35 by One Hot Stud