XI WK III: Adverse (1-1) vs. Mr. J (0-2) (ADVERSE WINS)

Frank · 12-15-2022, 01:26 AM

Season 11 XI

VERSES: Tuesday, December, 20th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 24 Hour Ext: Mod/Opponent Discretion

VOTES: Friday December, 23rd, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 3 Vote Requirement Enforced/Penalty

MAXIMUM: 48 Lines: 64 IF AGREED UPON!

Goodluck! @Adverse @Mr. J

TOPIC:

Adverse · 12-15-2022, 11:21 AM

Checks

Adverse · 12-20-2022, 05:45 PM

I’ve been on sabbatical, lost in a dream
Hiding between the crumbled debris of a fallen regime
I’ve been called a mogul, a genius…whatever you want to believe
That still couldn’t deter fate’s hands inevitable swatting of me
Being hailed as one of the planet’s most respected people
Means nothing once the dollars that you’ve collected leave you
Now I’m broke again, soak it in, the sobering decline
Between the blue birds and red herrings I should have noticed all the signs

Spending my downtime in gas stations, 711’s denizen
First sip of cold coffee’s courtesy of the inattentive attendant
I stumble back into the streets, the sky stuck in a purgatory between dawn and dusk
I open my billfold praying I still got some hard earned bucks
But inside of it is only the mocking blackness of an infinite abyss
Sucking in anything it can get its hands on like an inter dimensional rift
I close the black hole and forcefully shove it back into my pocket
Back to scouring the payment for purpose or dropped change to turn a profit
Was never an astronaut, but everyone I met was into spacey craft
And Favors tend to dry up fast once you don’t have the cash to Pay Pals back

I trudge down a darkened alleyway, sliding down the wall in defeat
Trying to find sanctuary from the cold, i bury my head in my knees
Cursing the world again as I’m faced with another harsh winter
Got here through bad investments and choices, I should have never bought Twitter
As I doze off, a light invades my sight, blazing off my spectacles
My heart jumps as I look up and am surrounded by a plethora of Teslas
A man steps out, it’s Donald Trump, he flashes his selfish grin
“Elon…the worlds in trouble, we need your help again”

Frank · 12-22-2022, 02:14 AM

@Adverse
WINS!

12-15-2022, 01:26 AM	#1
Frank Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Posts: 3,228 Champed - NWL Season 2 - Art of Writing League (5x) - Lime Green Poetry Association - AOWL Season 6 - AOWL Season 10 Rep Power: 3853347	XI WK III: Adverse (1-1) vs. Mr. J (0-2) (ADVERSE WINS) *Season 11* XI *VERSES:* Tuesday, December, 20th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 24 Hour Ext: Mod/Opponent Discretion VOTES: Friday December, 23rd, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 3 Vote Requirement Enforced/Penalty *MAXIMUM:* 48 Lines: 64 IF AGREED UPON! Goodluck! @Adverse @Mr. J *TOPIC:* __________________ *VETWORK*

12-22-2022, 02:14 AM	#4
Frank Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Posts: 3,228 Champed - NWL Season 2 - Art of Writing League (5x) - Lime Green Poetry Association - AOWL Season 6 - AOWL Season 10 Rep Power: 3853347	XI @Adverse WINS! __________________ *VETWORK*

12-15-2022, 11:21 AM	#2
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,752 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446146	Checks

12-20-2022, 05:45 PM	#3
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,752 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446146	I’ve been on sabbatical, lost in a dream Hiding between the crumbled debris of a fallen regime I’ve been called a mogul, a genius…whatever you want to believe That still couldn’t deter fate’s hands inevitable swatting of me Being hailed as one of the planet’s most respected people Means nothing once the dollars that you’ve collected leave you Now I’m broke again, soak it in, the sobering decline Between the blue birds and red herrings I should have noticed all the signs Spending my downtime in gas stations, 711’s denizen First sip of cold coffee’s courtesy of the inattentive attendant I stumble back into the streets, the sky stuck in a purgatory between dawn and dusk I open my billfold praying I still got some hard earned bucks But inside of it is only the mocking blackness of an infinite abyss Sucking in anything it can get its hands on like an inter dimensional rift I close the black hole and forcefully shove it back into my pocket Back to scouring the payment for purpose or dropped change to turn a profit Was never an astronaut, but everyone I met was into spacey craft And Favors tend to dry up fast once you don’t have the cash to Pay Pals back I trudge down a darkened alleyway, sliding down the wall in defeat Trying to find sanctuary from the cold, i bury my head in my knees Cursing the world again as I’m faced with another harsh winter Got here through bad investments and choices, I should have never bought Twitter As I doze off, a light invades my sight, blazing off my spectacles My heart jumps as I look up and am surrounded by a plethora of Teslas A man steps out, it’s Donald Trump, he flashes his selfish grin “Elon…the worlds in trouble, we need your help again”