WEEK SIX CHAMP MATCH: UNIVERSE 5-0 vs MASTER ROCK 3-2 UNIVERSE WINS VIA DQ
 

AOWL Season IX WEEK SIX

@Universe @Master Rock

Verse Due: THURSDAY JANUARY 7TH @ 11:59PM


Line min: 10

Max: 60


Rules:http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=145451[/b]

Topic:
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GOOD LUCK

60 now? I'll take it...

Check.

I'm doing ten or do you want to meet me in the middle?

Disappear Here

"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention." - Bret Easton Ellis

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The Boss - Friday, 9:16am


I'm the king of this castle, still I manage to not give a damn
Really I'm seen as a total asshole that inflicts damage on a little man
My hand flicks him from where he stands; I'm what this useless chump lacks
Muscle grew from some fat, I said, "You've been let go due to cutbacks..."
His posture just slacked... His pay reflects being too lazy, inept
Then this makeshift temp started to unpack his suitcase on my desk
Presented his résumé front to back - A list of accomplishments
They're official documents but I hated that he was fishing for compliments...
I wanted him out of my office without another single complaint
Business card displayed, "The subtle eggshell color is custom made..."
"I've never even called in late!" he exclaimed; He needs to just let it go
"Time to grow up..." I said, "This isn't based on weekly attendance, you know"
Every thread was exposed, I go, "I'm sick of staring at those rented clothes"
I guess for most, being dressed to the nine's isn't tenable...
Watched him sink in his hole, daydreaming - His face clenched and ears twitched
I snapped my fingers in front of him saying, "Stay with me here, kid"
"We have a severance package to give..." Hope it gets rid of this homeless misfit
"It's nothing personal...” I said with a slick grin, “It's only business..."


The Employee - Friday, 9:16am


I have no occupation… "Cutbacks" mean something different to me, boss
I'll fall by the wayside like seesaws while asleep on this dream job
Eavesdropping I heard, "This isn't based on weekly attendance..."
Yet what my brain envisioned was an attempt to fillet all his tendons
"Your pay will reflect..." Yadda yadda... I'm imposing in a quiet sense
I laid out some photos like the spread of his wife posing by the bed
This tough guy wilted like tulips, falling to pieces like confetti specks
I grabbed a tuft of hair from my bag and out popped a pretty head
Placed it on his mahogany desk; He gazed at his wife's dismembered flesh
I gripped a knife by my side and plunged it right into his neck
Savored his facial ticks, wouldn't trade it for all the stocks that he had
I nodded and added, "That's how your wife looked with my cock in her ass"
Got a hard on for that... Us working stiffs come demanding action
Lobbing softballs like company batting practice, with underhanded tactics
"Here's your fucking severance package!" I yelled, pulling his boxers right down
Cutting off his cock and impounding it inside his yawning wife's mouth
Things were going south... To his wife my pent up hate seemed heinous
Yet I already drained all my seed in that cunt's gaping anus
Did I mention she was pregnant? Boss man reached to the door, defeated
It was ajar like where Norman Reedus keeps his aborted fetus
Mixed it with some pork then seasoned, popped the cork on some red wine
Drank and jerked off to my child porn collection before it was bedtime
Recorded the next line... A phone rang - It's only a formality, see?
I heard a female voice say, "Patrick, come back to reality, please"
That last bit is key... I said, "Evelyn?" Suddenly my boss was in front of me
Thoughts of hide and seek - The mind believes whatever the eyes perceive
I'm a cog in a gear it seems; Real violence should be left in dreams
I digest the screams of men that bleed... Squeaky wheels always get the grease
They lift with ease, unemployment lines become something to hurdle too
"In terms of YOU?" my boss said, "It's nothing business... It's only personal"
Heard this jew ask, "Is everything kosher?" - My revenge is a cold dish
I made a finger gun and went, "I'm just a rockin' and a rollin'"
Waited for the elevator doors to open... It was slower than ever
It stopped on the 13th floor - That's fucked up on so many levels...
I'm the fiction of Bret Easton Ellis with the awful high of drugs
Just the thought of that makes me up Chuck like the plot of Fight Club...
Climbed a flight of stairs, passing a guy with two black eyes for certain
A tag attached on his shirt conveyed his name as 'TyLeR DuRdeN'
He carried my burden so I chirped him... He said, "You got a death wish?"
I got the message... A clock's beckoning tick had brought confessions
"Vivid imagination, Patrick Bateman..." There's no periods in a haunted sentence
So I walked from the entrance toward a sign that read:

This Is Not An Exit

I rise beyond where the horizon lies
down to kingdom come with me to realize
I been drowning in my own mistakes, I slow down a bit, breathe and check my pace
splash frigid water upon my face, I take a moment to reflect eye to eye re-balancing my base
I can't choose the hand that I was dealt or otherwise erase, but somehow I can control how to even the odds even though I been placed,
with an ace up my shelve, wild with the cards while the jokers impede my growth
they lighted this fire, so I'm ready to smoke, the obstructions that the behemoth has placed before me therefore they evoked
my perpetuality is to stay woke
The rest of the night's unseen pressure rises in the pursuit of the sweetness of my dreams
I'm straining to grin beyond the veil of what's hidden behind the scene
cutting these gashes from the past wounds digging up the past like a bad routine
I resided with angels and demons and everything else in-between
most people wouldn't survive past the things that I have seen
the demon pacing the chamber loading the sawed-off in his hand
bursting through the shower door cocked and drawn to extract me from the premises bared from where I stand
flashbacks set in from time to time
waits for no man, therefore years down the line I begin to formulate a plan on my grind
enlisted in a pledge for the destruction of mankind, while the flags waving we saluting the command while falling inline
I understand big business runs throughout the land to stomp on the hopes of the little man
I'm as disadvantaged as they say, presented with limited academic opportunities that have veered my way
the educational institution left me failure bound, so I may struggle with allocating the very last of all my pounds
while I'm holding up my dependents above the surface while I'm gasping for air trying not to drown the labor
lifesaver, support my blood with the good and plenty that I savor, I'd be dammed if I walked past a grounded penny
for your thoughts... I'll pick up plenty..first let me ask you a question, how can you afford the Bentley?
The man stopped, paused, and explained that it wasn't incidentally
therefore I begged him for the knowledge to place my entry
we devised a plan, on how do I get my foot through the door to the promise land
but how when thieves are still robbing me poor? They're taking every last bit of harvest that I have stored.
I catch the thief and mop the floor while the trooper takes me off the chore
locked up, all for attempting to protect my score, there's blood, sweat, and tears smeared on this board
I'm counting off the days to move forward, learning from my mishaps overcoming these hurdles on track to endure
being towered by insurmountable odds I overcome these so-called gods, in fact
behind the veil, I see the spirit of demons through their facade
so I'll play their charade while uncovering the cipher to crash their arcade
all it takes is one rock to your sight to have Goliath fall to his knees
oh, how the great have fallen, best believe that they bleed.

@Master Rock I’m going to have to DQ you man you can’t be editing your verse after your opponent drops, no matter how tiny they are. I’ve made it more clear in the league rules but it’s a universal rule anyways and you should know better.

Universe wins