~Shade~
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Note: This is a collaborative poem between Firefly and I. Fun, no? Be ready for epicness. Dumpster of Death ES: Garbage is stinky, horrible, and gross. FF: Made of bananas and rotten French toast. ES: It stinks up the malls, and fills my nostrils with EBILNESS! FF: And I hate how much it touches my nose's feebleness. FF: I'm throwing it out at this very moment. ES: Not even giving it a thought or two or three or four, as I throw it into the can, of even the smallest acknowledgement. FF: But my foot slips in my movements, toppling me down with it. ES: And so I fall down into the steaming pile of garbage, my head landing on a stick. ES: As I lie there in banana peels and coffee grinds, I got MAD, not Glad. FF: And guess what? Lying in stinkin' garbage ain't a fad! ES: This stinks, my clothes are mucky and weird! FF: And I've got dirty... stuff... in my ears. FF: Stumbling off the rubble as I curse in a rhyme, ES: Damn it, damn it, damn it, this ain't very fine! FF: I stomp over the garbage and it gushes into my shoes, grinding, ES: I kick at the garbage, sending it flying. ES: After the dirt settles, I walk to the door, ES: But then I trip again, yes, yes, once more. FF: I smash my dirtied face into a bruised one, FF: And try to get up, feeling like I weight a tonne. FF: I scramble upstairs for the bathroom but fall off the steps, ES: But I fall down again, what the heck's gonna happen next? FF: My knee is scraped, the blood mixing with the leftover junk. ES: I hope it's not infected, it's big and full of gunk! ES: There's some weird green shards in it too, FF: Is that glass? Or magic? Or... no, it can't be! I'm dooooomed! ES: It's radioactive, like Kryptonite, oh my God. I think I've got the power of flight! FF: I shall go save the world now! Vanquish the blight! FF: So I fly through the towns looking for monsters to slay, ES: When suddenly, I get the urge to play! FF: I find a funny frilly dress that looks just right for the woman next door. ES: So I fly over and drop it on her head, unlike the heroes of legends and lore. ES: She goes crazy and picks up her gun, FF: Saying: "Hey, kid, can't let you have all the fun!" ES: So I say, "Sure, you stupid old git," throw the crystals into a pothole, and throw her into the pit. FF: I then bury her inside, shovelling garbage over her in bits. FF: As people crowd over to watch the scene, ES: Smiling and looking over the view, I thought, Hey! This place looks a little too clean... FF: So I grab all my garbage and everyone else’s too. ES: I dump it over them. Ha! They all smell like poo! ES: Suddenly, my hand starts to glow. FF: I laugh as I realize that I can shoot lazer beams that create holes. ES: When suddenly, I feel a weird thing fly by my head. FF: The second one followed, taking me in the chest FF: I look up at the cops who shot me down, ES: Falling and falling, down toward the ground. FF: My face hits a pile of garbage for the final time, ES: And, smelling coffee and bananas, I die.
< Message edited by ~Shade~ -- 7/23/2008 19:29:32 >
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