GRUDGE MATCH: Witty vs Dearg - WITTY 3-0

Witty · 10-13-2015, 08:56 PM

Maybe I'm a fantasist, or just a crazy kind of masochist
A lazy mind, always looking for a way to erase the time
A pacifist, war is hard work, love is a walk in the park
I like to light my imagination and get lost in the spark
So I journey to and fro, meeting an abundance of life
One day I'm gay, the next I make love to my wife
Every so often I'm romantic, or poetic to a fault
And one particular journey even led me to assault
I've seen witches and wizards, been kissed in a blizzard
Trained dragons to fly, lived in a land where bliss never withered
I am centuries old, yet young as a bird in a new day
Sometimes my hair is a blue/gray, or I'm wearing a toupe
Or maybe a slicked back look, biker leather from head to toe
At times I'm afraid to be afraid, and at others I let it show
In my world, light and darkness go hand in hand as a duo
I've built my own spaceship and landed on Pluto
Went behind Jupiter's back to take advantage of Juno
Fought, both with weapons, and hand to hand in some judo
I've journeyed the seas, never fleeing from the worst waves
Climbed mountains and searched caves
Freeing overworked slaves
I've sold my soul to satan, at an infernal cost
Lived in never ending summer, and eternal frost
I've seen the sickest of thugs, the most corrupt of police
Visited torn homes in war zones, hearing the thunderous beat
Of forlorn souls, and their bodiless hearts under the streets
I've had a dinner date with God, and I've summoned the beast
Learnt to hold my head up high, and succumbed to the grief
My life is a contrast, the greenest grass and the coldest of ice
I've saved a man from the blade, I've been holding the knife
Learnt to live without money, insisted only gold would suffice
Given willfully to charity, and distorted the price
Once I was an animal, a wolf, just a part of the pack
Then I lost my 9-5, I was discarded and sacked
Never disheartened, in fact, sorrow was never a factor
I've been the soul of a field, stripped bare by a tractor
Often I fall in love, but there's rarely a happy ending
Indulge in reality, then I'm immediately back pretending
I soared in the air like an eagle, and fell to the dirt
Had a sordid affair, lost my love, by hell did it hurt
I've created works of art, admired the world over
Carried the weight of the sun, atop my burned shoulders
Escaping is addiction, stay on it too long and you get hooked
Cuz when this fantasy ends...I'll just move on the next book.

“Each book was a world unto itself, and in it I took refuge.”
― Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading

10-13-2015, 08:56 PM	#4
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	Maybe I'm a fantasist, or just a crazy kind of masochist A lazy mind, always looking for a way to erase the time A pacifist, war is hard work, love is a walk in the park I like to light my imagination and get lost in the spark So I journey to and fro, meeting an abundance of life One day I'm gay, the next I make love to my wife Every so often I'm romantic, or poetic to a fault And one particular journey even led me to assault I've seen witches and wizards, been kissed in a blizzard Trained dragons to fly, lived in a land where bliss never withered I am centuries old, yet young as a bird in a new day Sometimes my hair is a blue/gray, or I'm wearing a toupe Or maybe a slicked back look, biker leather from head to toe At times I'm afraid to be afraid, and at others I let it show In my world, light and darkness go hand in hand as a duo I've built my own spaceship and landed on Pluto Went behind Jupiter's back to take advantage of Juno Fought, both with weapons, and hand to hand in some judo I've journeyed the seas, never fleeing from the worst waves Climbed mountains and searched caves Freeing overworked slaves I've sold my soul to satan, at an infernal cost Lived in never ending summer, and eternal frost I've seen the sickest of thugs, the most corrupt of police Visited torn homes in war zones, hearing the thunderous beat Of forlorn souls, and their bodiless hearts under the streets I've had a dinner date with God, and I've summoned the beast Learnt to hold my head up high, and succumbed to the grief My life is a contrast, the greenest grass and the coldest of ice I've saved a man from the blade, I've been holding the knife Learnt to live without money, insisted only gold would suffice Given willfully to charity, and distorted the price Once I was an animal, a wolf, just a part of the pack Then I lost my 9-5, I was discarded and sacked Never disheartened, in fact, sorrow was never a factor I've been the soul of a field, stripped bare by a tractor Often I fall in love, but there's rarely a happy ending Indulge in reality, then I'm immediately back pretending I soared in the air like an eagle, and fell to the dirt Had a sordid affair, lost my love, by hell did it hurt I've created works of art, admired the world over Carried the weight of the sun, atop my burned shoulders Escaping is addiction, stay on it too long and you get hooked Cuz when this fantasy ends...I'll just move on the next book. “Each book was a world unto itself, and in it I took refuge.” ― Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.