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rock...paper...scissors...nuclear force-field bullet bouncermatic! I win!
Written by: Kona
Date: Wednesday, February 21st, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone
Should I feel obligated to read every poem on this board? I mean, I am kind of part of it's history...our rantings got it instated. But what does that mean? Do I have some sort of duty to read all of the poetry that comes through here? I don't really want to read about paper c;ut powdered fairy wings. But then again, you may not want to read about monkey feces either, but I'm not writing for you...
I guess it's a question of fish,
dyslexia, escargot, and a flambeau dish.
Maybe I'll wish for a wish,
one useless wing and pants that swish.
Perhaps this poetry is art,
like painting or sculpting, and ripping a loud fart.
But that makes no sense at all,
but then again, neither did the wall.
Now watch it fall down down northity south.
It didn't heed the words flowing from my mouth.
Now Kallisti is all fired up,
like a kitty cat fighting dogs all grown up.
meaner than that?
HA! Chances are fat.
but nice, and snuggly too.l
but wait, wait wait! A contradiction I see!
Contradiction, that's the definition of thee!
Pink bow in your hair,
full of hot air.
You should have been born to a mare.
wouldn't that be something, a horse and a man.
3% homosexual, and you'd carry a fan.
You'd kick like an ostrich,
and use staples from Bostich.
Because penguins don't make paper clips.
I thought everyone knew that?
Now lets talk about appropriate matter.
like swords and fights, and making your bank account fatter.
This whole board is useless but fun.
I sort of feel guilty when I don't read every one.
But it's all nonsense to me.
I need to stop writing, it's time to go pee...
Running to the Bathroom, Kona YawaWot
PS not really, I just wanted to finalize my poem, and that seemed like a good rhyme...
skunk in a barnyard fu manchu
Penned by my hand on the 11th of Valnuary, in the year 270 AF.
rock...paper...scissors...nuclear force-field bullet bouncermatic! I win!
Written by: Kona
Date: Wednesday, February 21st, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone
Should I feel obligated to read every poem on this board? I mean, I am kind of part of it's history...our rantings got it instated. But what does that mean? Do I have some sort of duty to read all of the poetry that comes through here? I don't really want to read about paper c;ut powdered fairy wings. But then again, you may not want to read about monkey feces either, but I'm not writing for you...
I guess it's a question of fish,
dyslexia, escargot, and a flambeau dish.
Maybe I'll wish for a wish,
one useless wing and pants that swish.
Perhaps this poetry is art,
like painting or sculpting, and ripping a loud fart.
But that makes no sense at all,
but then again, neither did the wall.
Now watch it fall down down northity south.
It didn't heed the words flowing from my mouth.
Now Kallisti is all fired up,
like a kitty cat fighting dogs all grown up.
meaner than that?
HA! Chances are fat.
but nice, and snuggly too.l
but wait, wait wait! A contradiction I see!
Contradiction, that's the definition of thee!
Pink bow in your hair,
full of hot air.
You should have been born to a mare.
wouldn't that be something, a horse and a man.
3% homosexual, and you'd carry a fan.
You'd kick like an ostrich,
and use staples from Bostich.
Because penguins don't make paper clips.
I thought everyone knew that?
Now lets talk about appropriate matter.
like swords and fights, and making your bank account fatter.
This whole board is useless but fun.
I sort of feel guilty when I don't read every one.
But it's all nonsense to me.
I need to stop writing, it's time to go pee...
Running to the Bathroom, Kona YawaWot
PS not really, I just wanted to finalize my poem, and that seemed like a good rhyme...
skunk in a barnyard fu manchu
Penned by my hand on the 11th of Valnuary, in the year 270 AF.