Singing pt. 3

It's 5 fucking AM, I am in the dark again.
It's almost 6 AM, and I don't know where to begin.
I make shitty lyrics, I can't get things done.
I can't forgive my dad, for fucking my bum.

I hate everything, but alas I have Starcraft.
I have Mikey too, and Raithed to make fun to,
But why why why,
Do I make such complicated lyrics?
Oh I know why,
I'm a fucking alcoholic.

I beg Raithed for beer,
I beg my mom for sex.
I try to forget what had happened next.

I find myself on the table,
My legs spread and my hole gaped.
DO I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR BEER TO GET BUTT RAPED?

An ideaaaaaaaa! Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh.
I will project-my-awkward-feelings
...Into a poem
About Raitheddddddddd.
Because on my own.
I am GAYYYYYYYYYYY

OHhhhhhh yyeeaahhhh

(guy)
She ran away
to a town faarrr away
A fortune she seeked
a glimmering future she peeked

my girlfriend is gone
she was such a con
now I beat off to guys
to escape female lies

so gay, so gay
why did she leave today
Was it my breath?
Or cause I made out with Seth?

(chorus)
He was a gay
She felt betrayed
Now they move on
Their virginities gone

(girl)
My boyfriend is gay
now I know I cannot stay
Out of San Francisco
Away from the gay discos

I cannot return
it's the bf I spurn
I didn't know he was a fag
That, and he sagged

He kissed my brother
In front of my mother
I hope he's happy
Cause my life is crappy

(chorus)x2
He was a gay
She felt betrayed
Now they move on
Their virginities gone

OHhhhh what to do now?
You say move on but how?
A mistake was made
And the price was payed

(chorus)
He was a gay
She felt betrayed
Now they move on
Their virginities gone

"Freedom, ho, what doth thou be?"

I gazed upon the sun,
meditating, as I run.
"Art thou possessable? Art thou real?
Doth man have thee, doth this be what you feel?"
Feeling empty and accursed,
yet exploding with joyous burst.

Choices hath been made, I got a second chance.
our bloodthirst, brethren, preceptible at first glance.
Thou lie behind me, choices so hard,
what doth I do, life left me scarred.

Battlecries, soaring through the sky,
fight fight, emotions so high.

Now, brothers, let me join thy combat! Listen, ho!
Defend thy homeworld, to fear say: NO!

We are one, united we stand,
Tassadar, I follow thy command.

I am yours, I am Dragoon.
EN-TARO ADUN.

[[upbeat]]

It's cute, it's sweet,
You keep mentioning my dad's meat.
It's obvious that you're fixated,
From the time you were pentrated,
By the cold hard dildo of real life.
Now you take it daily from a sharpened knife.

You can't even rhyme, but it's okay that you failed.
It's not too late to save face, if right now you bailed
From this battle of wits, aka my domination.
If you continue you'll again feel castration
At the hands of my never-ending verbiage
You can't understand it, your mind is garbage.

So I will end this poem now with these words,
I simplified them, these are your rewards.
For your attempts at ownage, I empathize.
This verse, you can call it a reprise,
I feel sorry for you, that you still message me for help,
You are pathetic - you are a sad little whelp.

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Note: As I was writing this, Raithed asked me for physics help LOL.

I make a step on the fragile ice
Ignoring the crack, crack beneath
I will escape from this land of vice
A better world awaits is my belief

I'm in the middle of it all
Ice surrounds me, a frozen lake
the ice cracks and I fall
I must make it, for life's sake

I climb out, shivering and wet
It's cold, but I cannot freeze
Go, walk on, I must not forget
God, give a sign of land, please

A frozen world surrounds
frostbite chews at my fingers
bones chewed up by hounds
Now the spectre of death lingers

I must make it, or perish forever
Curse you, Alaskan weather

I get it, I'm bad at math,
You don't have to shove it in my ass.
It's fine, it's okay.
I can deal with this on a good day.
You say that my poems don't rhyme,
Fine, but at least I know how to spell "penetrated," all the time.
Leave me alone about my math,
At least I don't get fucked by the shaft,

You make yourself look more of a douchebag,
When you slur up random words,
Just fucking give up, you're dull;
Save yourself some pride and raise the white flag.
This is nonsense,
How I'm going to own you,
But that's okay, you're raised on cents.

Oh Fanatacist, my little Russian friend,
DEFEND, DEFEND, DEFEND,
This is your end.

Let's play some Brood War,
Winner take all,
*But wait. I forgot. You're poor.
*Fuck it all.
*Your dick.
*It's small.
*Your mind.
*It stalls.

Why the fuck am I writing this poem and talking to you on AIM at all?

i love manablue

There was this guy named ManaBlue
I love him and so should you
Some people call him Mike
I just say 'ok, I like'

He was so great he got a crew
they named themselves after manablue
They love him and so should you

He is a god among men
His terran is the greatest in the land
He wont crush you or cause any tears
It's only sushi's dt's that he fears

If this is your lucky day
he might flash a smile your way
and then you'll know you're gay for manablue
but that's alright because everyone is too

I love manablue and so should you
yeaaaaaah
he is the moon and he is the sun
he is my number one

I love manablue, dont you?