Week 2 - Mike Wrecka vs TopicalDood5 - MIKE WRECKA WINS

Soulstice · 08-01-2013, 10:04 PM

Holiday.

From the oak-stained porch you can hear more than porsche reports
Although all five cylinders fire like live dillingers
The current court implores for quiet like wise ministers
Light whispering - the trade route for the harrowing gifts
That come with secrets that might as well travel on fists
Then the gasp and the lip twitch - the vicious reveal of the plight
Remind us that shadows exist near the idyllic veneer of the light.

Past his prime; hear the shallow ***kle of a fractured mind
Bouncing off the mahogany touches of his hallowed shrine
Where he swallows the crimes of the dastardly duchess
All those rotting bones in the back of her cavernous Cutlass
She acquired with felonious tact - these facts grow like
a corrosive cohort of plaque - the same his throats mired with
He desires to tell-all of her conniving control
But the old sickly man must settle with dying alone

Sex is power - manifested in the desperate hours of dawn
Lovely sodomy festers behind the pastoral houses and lawns
And when their spouses are gone ... any economy treasures
The rare moment when their free of their locks and their fetters
So bring in the popular fellas - kings of the social political
Commence coup d'etat, begin the petroleum ritual
The post-moaning residuals consist of confusion and brooding thought
What is loosely called opportunity - the conclusion to her loosened maw
Do it all - take it all - womans haughty immunity
Becomes blurred when it comes to what she's done to her family
A buried secret means she'll live in grace to eternity
One slipped tongue and her memory'll be laced with hostility
The luck of the legacy left.. it varies in concept
With as much rhyme and reason as Khazarian conquests

The parked porsche has just emptied but they're all itching to leave
Dressed in black talking smack - "what a bitch" "what a freak"
"A far cry from her mother, if only her father could talk
We'd hear stories of how she lived the Gospel of God..
.. but his daughter is not anything like her - what a slut
And she'd strut around like nothings up.. hey, is that a porsche?
I thought you drove a Camry?.." "No, the company's getting another tax breaks..
It sure seems like Senator Landry supports the family, huh?"

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08-01-2013, 10:04 PM	#5
Soulstice native system Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 387 Battle Record: 18-21 Champed - Short-Verse Topical Rep Power: 4453411	Holiday. From the oak-stained porch you can hear more than porsche reports Although all five cylinders fire like live dillingers The current court implores for quiet like wise ministers Light whispering - the trade route for the harrowing gifts That come with secrets that might as well travel on fists Then the gasp and the lip twitch - the vicious reveal of the plight Remind us that shadows exist near the idyllic veneer of the light. Past his prime; hear the shallow ***kle of a fractured mind Bouncing off the mahogany touches of his hallowed shrine Where he swallows the crimes of the dastardly duchess All those rotting bones in the back of her cavernous Cutlass She acquired with felonious tact - these facts grow like a corrosive cohort of plaque - the same his throats mired with He desires to tell-all of her conniving control But the old sickly man must settle with dying alone Sex is power - manifested in the desperate hours of dawn Lovely sodomy festers behind the pastoral houses and lawns And when their spouses are gone ... any economy treasures The rare moment when their free of their locks and their fetters So bring in the popular fellas - kings of the social political Commence coup d'etat, begin the petroleum ritual The post-moaning residuals consist of confusion and brooding thought What is loosely called opportunity - the conclusion to her loosened maw Do it all - take it all - womans haughty immunity Becomes blurred when it comes to what she's done to her family A buried secret means she'll live in grace to eternity One slipped tongue and her memory'll be laced with hostility The luck of the legacy left.. it varies in concept With as much rhyme and reason as Khazarian conquests The parked porsche has just emptied but they're all itching to leave Dressed in black talking smack - "what a bitch" "what a freak" "A far cry from her mother, if only her father could talk We'd hear stories of how she lived the Gospel of God.. .. but his daughter is not anything like her - what a slut And she'd strut around like nothings up.. hey, is that a porsche? I thought you drove a Camry?.." "No, the company's getting another tax breaks.. It sure seems like Senator Landry supports the family, huh?"