A lil' bit of nonsense

[~Sgt.Squirmitz~]

I kinda figured out that some of you might like a little bit of poetry... Correct me if I'm wrong.

They're sucky, they're stinky, they're bluesy, they're bollocky!


Dust to a Turk

You don't eat people,
You don't do genocide.
But of you, I am terrified.
You, you clod of sod,
You stash of hash!
You are nothing
But dust to a Turk.

Turds and Shadows

My dear dude, my fair fellow,
You've seen rain, you've seen shine.
You've seen spit, you've seen grit.
You've been to Cuba and Aruba,
You've been to the point of no return.
But have you seen a turd, a specter,
A phantom of the night?
In these eyes of mine,
Do you see a shadow
Or an empty void?
My comrade, my calm colleague,
Don't eat snails, don't chew your nails.
Whatever you see,
You're still a jerk like me.





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Anyway, instead of posting this in another thread, I didn't come all the way here to post a whole crapola of crapputto in the spam forums. I wanted to make me a better person. I could have joined the corps, but, but, but, I... uhh, I'm sick of this sentimental crap!

[Grenademan]

Well that actually wasnt half bad. Except the whole '**** obsession' stuff. If only you would...not...use that...type of stuff then it would...be ....betterer. Oh fook. Its 1am and my literature skills are going out the window! Wait! Come back!

[Mauser 98K]

not shur this is a poem but ill post it anyway.

we a are oft to blame in this tis to much proved that with devotions vissage and poised action we do shugar or the devil himself.

i didnt write it it came from the movie V for Vendetta but i like all of what he said when he was talking most verbose, i could understand it but ya have to know what those words ment in order to understand what he was saying.

[Erik]

Your so immature its really not even possible. Your obsession with feces is disgusting. Take yourself serious and others will follow suit.

[Mauser 98K]

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.


Dylan Thomas

[Grenademan]

I'm no hardcore fan of poetry, but thats a good one.