Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 2

Yet, when his monitor was gone,
He was left like a fawn.
No one could be his aid
In this intricate masquerade,
But he proved his crazy worth
And finally left home; Earth.
Bound for a place so cruel,
I'm sure they ate lotsa gruel.
The place was called Batteschool.
Oh, yeah, it had to be cool.

Epitome Of Epically Epic Poems Part 1

Ender was an epic man.
No! A boy. Oh damn.
Only six years of age,
It was hard to gauge
If he'd be like Neo,
The one with no ego.
But, before he was a third
And often called a turd.
His parents were embarrassed
As if they were some terrorists.

Gr

Her beauty was hidden
Deep beneath her eyes
As if it were forbiden,
'Cause her body told such lies.

Deep beneath her eyes,
Compassion could be seen,
'Cuase her body told such lies.
Yet, none would intervene.

Games Aren't Tame

I never fool around with suicide.
Those people just don't like the ride.

Haggling

We've been doing this dance for a long, long while,
But that's okay. It seems to be our style.

When Here You Were Horribly Young

We don't really want each other?
To each, we're a constant bother?
It's an image in our heads
Created from our words and threads,
But they're just words. Nothing more.
So what's all this talking for?

BAM! Lol.

HE DOESN'T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUS. DAMN.
I've no words to rhyme with Jesus, man.
I'm runnin' outta shit to say
For this shitty ass day.
That's okay!
Nay,
Today,
I write about banana boats,
Cuz the other half of me said to.
So I write 'bout how they float,
Cuz I've got nothin' else to do!
And I wish I had a goat
To drown in a fuckin' moat.
Alright, this poem's dead.
"Thank god..." she said.

[Props to Blondie. 'nough said.]