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the ultimate battle (Free verse) by teacup fighting
struggling
gasping
I am being smothered.
I can't fight back
I'm going to be crushed
When finally I'm set free
I am sorry I angered him so
by taking the last piece of pizza.
Up the ladder:
Hunter's Moon
Down the ladder:
"so called" reality
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Posted: October 31, 2002 11:41 PM PST; Last modified: October 31, 2002 11:41 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.611111 Overall Rank: 2260 Comments:
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Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.200
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1-Nov-02/1:32 AM
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I like the fact that the first four lines could be some horrible cliched angsty poem, but then it goes off into comic territory at the end.
Yes this is pretty funny. Pizza always provokes turf wars
The other day, I grabbed the last of the veggie pizza by ninja-ing past some chick. I thought she was going to slay me.
You should have told her veggie pizza may make you less fat, but it still makes you fat (fattie).
Actually, I am somewhere between underweight and almost healthy, medically. size 1. you're fat, settle, or should I say: Count Chunkula, Rolls-Royce or Flabar the Elephant King.
He's definitely fat between the ears, all right. And yes... you're close to medically underweight. I beat you there any day, though.
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