This is a little poem I tried to write, I am not sure about the syllables count in english, some rhyming might be wrong too. And even if those two things are complete, it lacks meaning, but hey, practice makes perfect!
Life One day an expert decided to rise, It was his first try at becoming wise, And he succeeded by roasting the cream, with the lord and flies he invaded him,
by him, the one and only king I mean, M V P the great leader of that team, the hous' of nestea, the undefeated, also byul losira yongwha and seed,
but alas from one game to another, he started to become a vile gambler, he became addicted to fixing things, unfortunately,those were not his lings.
My right nostril makes a soothing sound like a saxophone's but it's mine. I right nostrilize a soothing sound of saxophone like I'm insane. A wolf about to act domesticated I'm howling wild at the rain. I can't afford to stay an unadapted fool, must use a tool at my disposal to teach myself some cool tricks like social competence. Gonna buy some L-Tyrosine i'll cleverly omnom in moments needy of social productivity to help me ease into the the conversational vocal dance. Just a bit of aroma to help me feel worthy of attention like stomatopoda.
I'll start working proactively on that tomorrow, not much use in being self-conscious about verbal errections like Pinocchio while the rest of the world takes the toxo-infested zombie route snorting mind-contorting amounts of gratification like blow. Right now I'll sit with my brow resting on my folded arms on the table and nostrilize this melody that I came up with though. Come sit close to me and listen, what are you looking so grossed out fo'?
*it's about the sound I can make with my nostril, in case the meaning was too subtle.
We are gonna rise, the circle of the wannabe poets! (wannabe hold a pejorative meaning though....) One day, one of us is gonna get published, and we are gonna celebrate like no tomorrow, and teamliquid is gonna change the logo or title like they did for others events!
EPT
